The fog and the haze blurred my vision, But not enough to shun the rays Emanating from the crimson demure. A sparkling dew and the misty crystal she is.
I have seen hearts drenched in the blood of hypocrisy, But the subliminal fragrance exuding From The crevices and cracks of heart Lingers in the magnificent realm, Where peace spread her wings to fly.
Today the sun reminded me of you, And the time where the night Dissolves into each day, It heralds of life that it sure has an end. And the words I scribble will remain Perhaps inscribed onto the walls of the pure hearts.
I write these letters to sing for your odes or ballads, And my pen fearing to bleed the words. So that on the scale they don’t fall short, To describe the unseen , reticent—you. You hide the tale in the mauve labyrinth— The purple hue of the petals you collected.
These are my last few sentences for you, Who knows about morrow, The time is tricky to be said. Somehere i can sense the marks On the sands of time that you have left.
I roll up your memories In the parched parchment, And stack those beautifully in racks, Found in the beautiful lanes of my mind. I made sure to sprinkle the fragrance, ‘Your’s all time favourite’. I don’t even remember those intricate name. Or do I need to? I just want to feel your embrace, That’s my most comfortable Adobe.
I loved your innumerous kisses, And your enamored quarrels. I still dance the way you taught me. And your favourite velvety blanket, You were so hot in a literal way. Me who is sensitive to cold Now Tunes the AC to 16°C, Because the kind of vampire you were. And wished you read my poems That i wrote each day. For all the fights and arguments. Although silly, Seeing your beady eyes Filled with most pearlescent tears jinxed me to forget all the grudges. your visage setting in the sunset, your mellifluous voices that still echo in my brain, As though you are standing right beside me, Calling with all the nick names you have for me.
I wish for once again you peekaboo me, I wish you prank me with your silliness, I wish you once again retort me back. I wish you be the same Miss Annoying queen. I count these wishes on the stars, And see the moon smiling at me. Singing me the requiem of love.
A whirlwind blows Plays with me hide and seek, Some where I believe That moon will speak to me one day. I speak less to you And my heart cries each day.
You will find me in nihility, Or may be on broken boulevard. There is a dead sea of my tears too, Lost words grow on the rootless tree. I hug my reflection For God’s plan is beyond my reach.
I speak to you Oh beloved, Don’t bask in my rays for warmth, It is meagre in milk you are used to, The mirth of the neon signs And the ballyhoo of the glitz And shine and shimmer All is but absent. I sit with clouds And talk with words And wander in the nothingness.
I exchange memories with the waves, They greet me as though he is my close friend, Comforting, consoling me for the lost love. Letting go of the things is like breaking The mountain, But I learn to meander the way out.
Nothing holds me close enough. Sitting and seeing my reflection Waving at me and vanishing away With the current of water. I have never felt the catharsis like this, I splash the water on my face To let water kiss down all my regrets And all the “why(s)’, that was never answered.