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.
The Sun glimmered few of it’s remaining light to me, I hurriedly enveloped them, For I used to lose them quite often. But this time I had them pocketed Well and safe, close to my heart.
Few light(s) from the pasts Are like zombie in the alleyway Of the gyri and sulci of my mind. Each photon I got hold of Are dearer to me for they Are the remnants of my time.
I watched my myself in the mirror Illumined by the light, my face Speaks words unknown to me. Jitter jatter, pitter patter As though talking gibberish to me Or I don’t understand my own face. //Quite a anomaly//
I had been collecting broken shards Of broken mirrors that I broke Every time I saw my face. I had been collecting my letters And words that wrote with my heart everything I loved slipped from my hand. Sun do sets and heralds darkness To veil the light of my only sun, But I hugged the blackness I see myself clearly in the shadows And in my eyes those stars twinkle, //Stars of my hopes//
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I have seen buring pyre
And embers glazing
I have seen the bone becoming the spike
And piercing the heart.
I have seen the asphyxiation
And turning of blue under the darkness
That strikes until you burst out.
Life is a sagacious dilemma
Where you at times get scars
All over your skin,
And flowers bloom from your cracks,
Scintillating the air with
Your sweet fragrance.
At times you walk on the hot coal
And burn in the heat until
Your skin wears off.
At times you get blown away in storm
And you land in the desolated island.
At times you cry, you wail you flak
Over the adamantine tales of past.
At times you wither away from everyone
And the people to vouch for,
Bite you and drink your blood.
Oh! these piled up parchments
In the graveyard of your mind
Holds no value.
/Ammunition for the frenzied mind/
Dispel the dark disarray
You choose to consume.
You are the bud,
Exude your fragrance
Uptil the horizon
To your people
That called you, “friend”,
To your people
Who doubted you
To the people,
Who were pulling your leg .
A sublime tryst awaits
In the garden where your smiles
Shall linger and the cuckoo
Will sing your name.