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

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

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

A black Rose. (Collaboration)

Furtive motive travailed in a labyrinth, Onto a assortment of delicate tender petals, What mortals desired in inundating taints In their futile attempts they lost in nature. … Dark close alleys Suppressing passionate whirlpool. Binds the soul forever What tries to unshackle it’s core And falls in the endless black depth. Untold petals, crushed in

The day

The day I still remember, You reaching me out, I thought you liked me, And you once said that. I was totally wrong And worse was that I thought you of my kind. You got me in the deluge And sang blasphemous verses, And in your elixir masked, in it was your poisons, Aimed at

Kaleidoscope

This poem happened when I replied to my awesome fellow reader in a poetic way and that triggered the poetic replies and led into beautiful symphony. And due to my unavailability and her priorities this poem got delayed for the good. Please do follow her, her writing is really mesmerizing and subtly sublime. Pramegha This

The Smile ….

I saw you, dear, with a smile on your face, followed your mind as you sway and made my heart yearn for thee and made my lips accustomed to your name Just by the smile on your face.   You made my heart a vacant space filled by your, only presence! i walked your steps

The day.

Stones where I rested my back on, Are contemptuously jinxing me. Sporadic Spasm in my muscles, The poison does not disintegrate. The arrows in my bivouacing sky, still lingers in my grimy eyes. . . . Ah! My gallant derides sans sanity, I raged in the skeptic night, Non-convalescent and acrimonious. I incercerated in the

Beast poem

#poem #insight.         Circles of dirt and pollution around, Silhouetted by filthiness of comrades around, Each is sitting in there,  devouring pan cakes, A cake stuffed with bladder worms. Their seems myriad of gobbled head, Humping like  Eichornia in the marshes, And spreading the coats of miniature, Unseen sticky leeches sucking their soul.