Loved ones.

//Take a moment to read and contemplate.// It’s been a long tirade of thoughts since I had seen that smile they were known for. That longing the yearning of long lost sons and daughters of soils are over. But how could someone make them understand that the winds then bring no heralds. No pigeon should

Ashes

I had only meagre affection left. That too I have used in, building a home for you for us. Alas! Which had no foundation. Eventually, I saw its annihilation. This tacit heart of mine, Stoic like a soldier is not strong enough. To prevent that collapse. Wish I can give my heart Where I once

Demure

the star rose to ineffablity, Shining almost blinding me. It does blind me almost completely. Oh, such beautiful that was As murky mirth convalescing me. A rose bloomed too in the garden Of weeds that I have. I saw periwinkle Daffodils jumping in jocund. The smell sounded bells in my heart, As some bounteous beauty

Blithe carefulness

Since the dawn the rays beaming and yelling, Epiphanies of the kind-cruel world, How the flower that bloomed was crushed ! How the periwinkle was uprooted ! The… the sparrows were poisoned and killed, The… the earthen pot was shattered , The sweetest water that I sipped Spilled and castigated on ground. Splash…splash…splash… The bitter-sweet

Delights of the periwinkle

Let me Unfold some pages of shattered pieces in lost town Flying in oblivion of unknown sky There I find in darkness of night A demure filled with kindness and love. Sometimes I wonder in remnants of my thoughts What signs that it foretells? Profusely soaking the words as i pen And in the foggy

A town

The lilac sky in hues of pale blues Crying each day for desserts In the deserted lost town . Under the lamp post of hopes I still stand among castigated parchments. Those were dreams that I weaved . The winter has come, With my balmy breaths I am counting On my fingers some days of

Blue moon.

I have yet to see my blue moon, For my sky lacks even the stars. The pole star that was there Her shine dimmed by the dark clouds. It’s autumn in my world, seems like It is never ending. Ah, my sun sometimes fails to rise. It’s been all dark, even the green is not

Sailed away

Today I felt like a shattered piece of glass, something missing in me that kept haunting me. Now, my lachrymal glands have dried too. These four walls that helped me soothe are also crying, I can hear them. It’s what world has to offer me- Morsels and dead dried leaves. Those halo charm, voice and

Adieu

I failed you each time you called me, Time’s has its own way and I submit to him, It’s unlikely that I will win. So why do have you halted yourself? It’s time for you leave and leave!. I don’t have words now. How can a small box carry a big one? You ought to

Journey**

Flying ridges lingering in the toroidal lanes, Feeding morsels were zombies; pale, Hand drenched in burgundy blood, “Heads or tails”, but it always fail. . . . Epochs, aeons, periods;combined, Axle, loops, circles circambulating, Yang yin, past, future & kith and kin, Dreaming stuck in loop, ‘tween. . . . . Hiding patches of scars