Wish I can start my poetry For you but I am still searching Scathing abysmal figments. In the half burnt sheets of memories I am separating dusts and clouds. Your aura lingers in my empty heart. Life’s been a thundering thud In the festering mind I hear cardinal echo Purging the inferno of loathesome waves.

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

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.

Set me free

It struck me like the diamond in my gut, Splashing my eyes open to the realities, Grasses aren’t green and sky isn’t blue. It’s dull and dead in the murk of blues. The pigeon heralds of the deads Obliterated by the blow of the time. My life that breathes the air you breathe What remain

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

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

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