I am blue

There is this room that is painted blue, And there are bloodstains on the walls, I have been to a lot these days. The marble tiles are withering slowly too, But the color of the wall ain’t. It’s as fresh as the fruits. The painter had took all the pains To mix everything to emboss

Cliff

Remember those days when the sun smiled , And I was so happy with the turning days into nights. My heart was beating in resonance with yours. Now I lay in the darkness counting my days. I like those starry nights and moon, I like voids around me, I love the Symphony that silence shouts.

Clouds

I see cumulus & Cirrus hovering over me Bringing heralds of rain and shower With hullabaloo, thundering claps, clamoring. I smile for my love stood there too With zeal and vigour of the clouds. It rained on me hiding my tears. Drenching me wet, bringing me the sun. Sullen times turning into waltz Making my

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

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

Night into day.

stars studded stardust nights whisper, realms of mirthful kingdoms do exist, tales’ lores come alive in viterous, singing dulcet cathartic bead . days unfolds daily monotony, yearning peace in lieu of worries , spiteful realities wet the eyes, sun shines but dismember the dreams. ©Aquib

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

Benighted.

There come a deformed soul, With anguish in blood, Filled with Regrets and remorse. Singing catatonic verses. . What does they say? From their cursed mouth, A made up face, bemoaning facts. Molars broken, bleeding coax. . Swaying away from truth, In the trance and intoxicants Guised in the name of pseudo Illumination, Ignorant with