Behold the glance
That is penetrating deep into my eyes
Searching for words
Playing with my emotions
Reaching my heart which is dreaming
Of a hundred projections
Where we shall meet
And walk the valleys
Or climb through the varied steps and layers of togetherness.
Behold that glance
That makes me dream
Of different versions of me
In different times and spaces
With all your different forms and beings.
Where I shall see you as you
And you, me as me.
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Behold the glance
Monday, September 18, 2017
How easy it is
To stand on the rim of an ocean
And to wait for the sunrise
Anxiously, every night,
While the tides are happening in your own heart
And your eyes reflecting the bright glaring moon of a silent night
And every word you want to say out
Is dancing at the tip of your fingers
Restlessly waiting to reach out
To the horizon
To touch a distant light
That is holding back million stories in its brilliance.
And yet, when you blink, after a long sigh,
Everything has disappeared
But for an empty breeze
That still lingers on the end of your hair
Talking of a departure.
Saturday, September 16, 2017
When I woke up from my sleep
There was blood all over my face (from what I recalled from my dream)
And I was chasing somebody
And then I daubed their face with something
And there was somebody else too, mirroring my actions
And that somebody else had blood on their face too
We were sweating blood
But before the blood would ooze out through tiny pores of our skin
We would reach the threshold of something
And that just-before-the-breaking-point
Was a beauty
Of our selves
When we radiated our intensities
And our face glowed with all the blood running through our veins
And I wondered, on waking up, what it could suggest
I might be pursuing some troubled extent
And I lived the whole day safe and secure
When by the end of the day I pursued night and its sombre glories
I was touched by the threshold of something in me
And wished to unleash myself
From all the cages I might have imprisoned all the anythings,
From all of my past that I have ever lived,
And knew, if it was possible,
I would have grown wings
Then and there.
For the need.
Saturday, September 02, 2017
Where do all these thoughts come from?
Torment-styled and concealed
More than half remains unspoken
The other half of spoken aren't well conceived.
A part of them partly bears any truth
A part is always slurred
The next part stumped in ashes
And a whole of next converted to thoughtless words.
The mere minutest percent that remains
Are ones that make the best discourse
Once in a month, a year, in ages
Unrecorded and subverse.
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Where were you last night
When the stars called out your name?
The vast sky sought your solitude
And the warmth of the night was dismayed.
But you were asleep in your cold sheets
Waiting for a new dawn, a routine
While the wilderness of your soul
Remained agitated, and you ignored.
You were a self you now remember
Over-engaged in your new identity, you drown
In every cup and glass you pour yourself into
And try to take its form.
You say you rediscover yourself everyday
When you, the moon for the world, is indeed down.
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Behind the uncontrollable urge to reside my essence in the form of its true meaning
I walk up and down the street
Ruminating on time buried under the dark warm earth
I put my ears to ground and try to hear
The soft murmuring of the movement of still life
Unaware to our naked eyes
I follow my gaze from the base of a trunk to the highest branch of a tree
Wondering why sunlight loves to sieve through it
The water that grumbles on a disturbed layers of sea
What do they tell or do they even crave to?
Proving their presence. Or is it their essence?
That they have found out after immortal years of their existence
And if they have, how do these things of nature actually feel now
Specifically after becoming tools of mere selfishness in the very intentions of ignorant humanity.
With this unanswered inquisition I return back to my own cloud.
Tuesday, May 09, 2017
If there is one thing I can hold true in my heart
It's the falsity of love
The growing tension between the nerve endings
The wrong impression of reflexes
The process of manipulating reality and all our past impressions already starts
We are making room for something new... from the same old
Over-beautifying every sound,
The involuntary actions become utterly encoded.
This concurrence is a mere chance,
A permutation of time and space
But this is where our fall starts
And we plunge head over heels
For few days,
Weeks, or months,
Untimely coinciding with the projection of each other's feelings
Failing the auto sync, eventually.
Saturday, May 06, 2017
Of all the things I lack
Darker than the darkness
Which could no longer be taken as grant
The shadows that are gravely silent
Than any haunting death
Glaring at me defiantly
They mock my very sense
Of being and believing
In what holds me from the truth
And I, with my failed efforts
Walk towards these black holes.
Friday, May 05, 2017
What is it that you find
In the rhyming of a line
A truth you had forgotten
To tell yourself on time
The written words that resonates
With the beating of your heart
A feeling finally overwhelms
The coldness of your thoughts
This is what poetry does
To a sleepless but a mild night
Where the rage inside you reflects through
A flickering candle light.
How can I change and unfurl
When, wherever I go and whomever I meet,
Is a projection, a continuity
Of all I have left behind, or had been.
How shall I renew when everything of mine
Resurfaces from time to time
And the shadow of my former self triggers the reactions
Drawing out a confused image of my mind.
How shall I shed my skin off
Relieving my self from the dead longstanding burden
Which shall stay and define my sub-conscious
In all my future lives.
When by the end of the day I sit and summon all my differently forgotten selves
For a feast of delight in the dreams that we had sought, in respective phases of time,
And share the differences, wondering how much I have changed—
Have I really...?
Thursday, May 04, 2017
It's on nights like this
When the flowers and leaves crumble under my feet
And the moon tells a story which I had been longing to hear
And the wind sings the blues resonating in my ears
I want to write a melody of my hormones on the trees
And lift my soul to the heights where the stars can only reach
A longing to be a smooth young lady running on a beach
Transgresses through my veins that makes me dance and sing
I wish to whirl around in the most romantic thoughts
To hold my heart and dive in the charismatic depths of sea
Reaching the bottom of the earth that is boiling with passion so rare
And where the air so unnatural becomes my breath and whispers
The tales of ancient forts and their life
Disappearing into the mysteries of time leaving no traces behind
In this place I hide and wait to be pikabooed
By your unnerving charm leaving my soul brewed
Where there are no bodies that could leave, nor the mind that conspires
But only the heart that knows well how to sing the blues.
Wednesday, May 03, 2017
We always feel ourselves changing
In the dark narrow lanes of intolerable voids
Which erupts and breaks the silence between our ears
Rocketing our hormones
Exploding our loneliness in the charcoal waters of our only vent
That may seem out through eyes, mouth, or limbs;
An utter intolerance,
Where we get stoned and see the moments slipping past—
And our old self, and our old selves disappearing like smothering clouds of smoke—
And our dreams that we shed off to rot in ashes.
We are afraid to float through this change
Wishing to summon all our loved ones
And say them a last goodbye through our another losing self,
Every other moment.
Friday, April 21, 2017
On a sky-length wall —
The point of our meditation
The convergence of our concentration
The foci of our actions
The road of our present
And the route to our future
A formlessness, a presence,
Yet we bind it with our reality
Consider it the only truth
Indulge in immature judgments
Heighten our egos just on one basis
And in that small subjectivity
We try to stuff our essence
To jar the wall
And let neither the time flow
Nor we floweth out of it.
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Invading my exhausted cravings
What was once gone and I soothed my heart into acceptance
Is inflicting irresistible daydreams and desires
What is blind — my in or out?
Or everything I ever wondered and wished to believe?
Better is still the thought of patience —
To postpone the realization, to delay the truth,
And to live an untrue present for one more minute.
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Of tears that roll down your cheeks
And the smile that cleanse your sadness,
The anxiety that overlaps your pride
And a glint of contempt you hide?
Why do you surface your emotions with the
Friendly words that showcase your amity?
Why do you prefer to hide your insecurities in your bosom?
Why do you believe in gossips, but are scared to confront?
Do you not speak what the other has conspired to listen
And take opinions as facts, and your reactions to them as conclusion?
Why do you live your moments so overwhelmingly unpleasant
Leaking scorn from your heart, yet eclipsed with affection?
Friday, November 25, 2016
Sending messages of love through the gossip veins
The heart is excited, the blood consumed in dancing
A love is reborn, the mind is humbled.
The dresser ceases his day's work
The time for the rest has returned
The clocks ticking with consistency
In relativity to the false-fated reveries.
A ghost finds the tone of freakish screams
In the ears of those who care to listen
To the ones who feel what vibrations surrounds them
And what thoughts make home in their solitary world.
The wheels keep spinning, the time keeps grinning
At the hilarious paradoxes of satirical terms
Of condition, and the perceptions
Of the living and the non-living world.
Temptations burning the eyes red hot
Teasing the breaths
And whispering out to call
To the soul, prospering elsewhere
Unaware, drenched in his stigma and sensations
Hears he the urge and the impatient sighs in the undertone
Lies he down with a pillow underneath his head and moan.
Thursday, November 24, 2016
The passion that still lasts long
Bestowed with sleeplessness in my lonely nights
I once started a walk down the tunnel road.
The echoes here are more profound
And I am much aware of my own heartbeats
The whispering songs of hidden creatures
And the voices from my memories.
The old times come and go, come and go
Past the only sight I have ever held to
I close my eyes to have a blink more of a relief
A blink more to defend the reality from the truth.
The vivid unexplainable emotions
That jumps up to the height
Shall crave for love and a connect
With my humanly life.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
When the sun's grace embrace the ground
Underscoring the shadow of the tree
Falling, like I fell for you
Still feeling your presence on my left
As a bond that we once shared
Feeling you the way I once used to feel
When you belonged to me
As if you still do
But you are dedicating all your beautiful visions to some other lady
You, my lover - it somewhere feels a little weird
But I, letting you fly,
To some sky distant from mine
Why you still belong to me in my heart and I to you?
Like one single being, impeccably inseparable.
Damn this illusion that questions my reality every single minute.
Saturday, October 01, 2016
The two excite each other and bring about different kinds of changes and challenges in each other's personality.
Their thoughts and emotions run at similar frequencies, at times matching each other's to create the perfect moments. The moments that could never ever be relived.
And then they separate...something they had not been able to imagine before.
At times, one of them feels hurt. The other might too, for certain things at certain times.
But what their relationship had been like changes completely. The two look at their old times differently.
And now, if both of them sit together and honestly share how everything had been to them, they'll see how distant they would sound to each other.
Maybe one of them had taken things way too seriously.
Maybe the other one look at it as one good friendship.
Maybe one is upset because of broken promises and unintended words.
And the other...is dissatisfied with their own expectations.
How strange it is that we share the same relationship, but with a different perception.
Tuesday, August 09, 2016
You can feel that in the air it has vanished
You might have called it proudly yours once
But nothing really belongs to you until you don't keep it to yourself
Not your thoughts, not your emotions,
Not your deepest and hideous secrets you have whispered out.
It was there in you, but you shall remain in that forever
Forever in the part which has been lost
To your dismay
You may cry and begin again
You may miss it, and you shall rise to it again
Try rising higher than the air which is carrying it off from you
Rising higher till you shall feel it again
Rising higher, and still
Rising higher than your old form
Which is ought to be forgotten
Given off...for it has been your choice in the first place
To keep it off from you, to vent it out,
To give it a form, the words, the love
You shall learn to love again
You shall be determined to be you again.
And you shall be, someday.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
She wished that at least once he would say the words right
She wished to see him happy
And to know that he has taken the route which is right
Of all the things their separation could bring
She hoped it should only be a wonderful light
If it is something which was to happen
It shouldn't be a disappointment, a resent, a fright.
Let's part with smile and highest respect, she thought,
Let's love each other in the starry night
Let's creep comfortably in an unnerving nostalgia
Whenever we'd wish, with delight.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
The happenings of past few months
That you made a mistake to defend from the truth they held
And the concrete structure of your belief which was born out of your blessings once,
Have now disowned you.
You doubt yourself, your existence is troubled,
Eyes red, at the depth of darkened eye sockets,
Filled with reddish marks caused due to the friction of tears on your cheeks,
Vanished genuinity of smile,
Apt suppression of words and expressions
Yet still, the one thing you most despise is to collect pity.
You better run through this, bare-feeted,
Wondering if your future can bear a token of that segment of past that was wonderful
Reminding that you don't 'belong' anymore
And filling your heart with enigma of distrust;
Weird random memories return with unbearable nostalgia
So that you would want to be numbed down to your last cell.
With ugly face and unattractive manners
You avoid your gaze from falling onto the mirror
Until one day you recognize that it's not you anymore
Where have I gone? You wonder. And since when?
Can you return back?
Can you assume the worst of reality in order to gain no second choice for your next step?
Or you still prefer to defend the smashed concrete structures of unrecognizable believes?
And still you think you have a choice!
To suffer or to suffer more
(With no scale to measure).
Friday, June 19, 2015
Monday, March 02, 2015
This night is creepy
The shadows from the past are haunting me
Sucking on my hollowness (that I have been carrying since ages), tear by tear
In the drops I see my fear dripping down
And the shivering comforting my reality, my present
This cold weather is my only solace
For my mind drifts back into the lands long forgotten
The lands that bring a feeling of hollowness and nostalgia as a token of its ruination
It is telling me that it should not have ended,
It should not have been burnt down by ignorance
Because it was a beauty, though now just the memories that haunt the dreams day by day
I am not responsible for it
I am only an onlooker
Who is looking cautiously deep down into the narrow lanes of infinte depths of someone else's subconscious.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
A pale moon
A dark boat
A tree, shivering,
A bird flying high
Turning of heads in graves.
Tormenting howls from caves.
Escaping from a well.
A burning house
The entire desert
In the leaps of flames.
Diving in oceans.
Their own body portions.
The red water of lakes.
Digesting their own seeds.
"For God's sake!"
The statues, smiling
Revealing their decayed teeth
"Time is up."
The Oracle says,
"Death is coming through the days."
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Of what shall I write?
The cold, the shivering,
the blank maze of fog?
The pains and misunderstandings,
the subdues of relationships?
The tales of friendship?
The memoirs of happiness?
The bulk of lessons,
the raining bullets of thought?
Peddling legs, weaving dreams?
Unspoken words, silent gestures?
Hopeful assumptions? Discredited ideals?
Of what shall I write when the words
dissolve into the depths of blank diaries?
Of wasted time? Of vain reveries?
Of underrated feelings?
Of mainstream discussions?
Of ignorance, of vanity,
of distinguished personalities?
Of what shall I write
Of love? Of separation?
Of disparities of sitting miles apart?
Of what, my love? Of what?
Tuesday, December 09, 2014
Some things are a feast to our complex thoughts
We know we are tangled
We know we are stuck in a confined room of our mind
But we project it out on the wall in front of us
And its projection is blank
As white and colourless as the colour of the wall
Until someone comes and asks what we are thinking
And we know, "it's just nothing".
Thursday, October 16, 2014
That spark is still beheld in its dormancy
Away from any means of communication
Or the willingness of it driven by irreplenishable desires
That once screamed out during the course of night
In the entire span of a day, any day.
Is it fading, much to my fear?
Yet am hopeful, figuring out what went where and why
And how is the sleeping state achieved without the notice of night...?
(To someone who probably will not come across this post. If they do, I hope they'll recognize the charm they have on me intricately woven in the subtle parts of this post.)
Monday, October 13, 2014
With a freaky emotion born out of nostalgia
And a desire to fulfil what had already been sought for;
I see the other feasting in it
And I could sense the most rarest expression possible to me-
A vital need for it!
Sunday, September 07, 2014
While the old scars cluster up
And form a memory.
We call them experience.
And while this happens, we make
Ourselves, fit to accept or deject,
Resigning to our own fate
Or fighting alone.
What is right?
Can we fight the fate?
Or shall we be submissive to
The ticking of a clock
And turning of calenders?
Every wound teach us
To be an artist
And we wonder why all the greatest artists
Have faced greatest sorrows,
When recalling the history.
When you are unique
No one can help you
You are helplessly unique
And the only best luck you have
Are your bad times
For they make you experienced
And turn your experiences into your art
And you end up exposing
The worst truths of life
To your audience
As you descend down the path of evolution
With immortality of your work.
Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Sunday, March 09, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Saturday, February 01, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
And the truth of your moral words.
Friday, January 10, 2014
Thursday, January 02, 2014
Monday, December 30, 2013
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
How would you treat you sorrow?
Build a catacomb or excavate out some…?
With an hour of hope approaching
How would you react to an alteration?
With ebb of pessimism or with abundant orthodoxy…?
With the heap of past days ruling your mind
How you decide to spend new ones?
Planting a laugh on your face or burying some fear inside…?
With the blessings of the power above
What would you do to your own self?
Achieve and explore or complaint with stubborn…?
And while terminating the commencing year
Would you want your heart be filled with
Remorse and regret or replenished cheer…?
So here with the start of New Year
Know that it is your choice that matter
…make it worse…or make it better…?
Monday, December 09, 2013
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
Crushed beneath us, the grains of sand
Dithered in the infinity of the moment before you left...
Behind the hills the sun sets
Where, in the clamor of night the day bright is forgotten
Blood turned to ashes and the heart is molten
With the fire of time destructing the construction of two lives,
Disruption of two unified souls;
The world breaks into territories,
Seas breaks into drops,
Mountains breaks into soil,
And my entire life breaks into the segments
Of all the years, days and seconds
With the cataclysm of our time,
Chasm of our love,
And fall of that one teardrop
Like a rainstorm on the ground beneath
Entrapping an entire ocean in itself.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
If it chooses to fly back to the old sights;
To the shattered lands, dried flowers,
Sunburnt darkness, dying stars.
And be it
If it turns its back
To a new world of bliss
Or another catastrophe?
If its happiness lives in reviving
What is left behind,
And could never become what it had been once,
A 'past' is what all is left of it.
If it trust itself to an extent of
Creating a whole new bridge out of the ashes
-Ashes that desire some blooming buds
Or flowing air
Or swaying seas.
If it wants to end its eternity
In something that has faded away,
Or is crucified by the cruel creeds
If it flies in its own freedom of dreams
A heart- is why it is named so, maybe.
Let it live
Before it dies in the flood of realization
And wakes to the barren lands.
So be it, if it...
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Take a leap out of the warmth of bed,
Jump out of the soothing darkness of night
Overlook the fainting flame of the dying candle,
And honor the chance of flying to the other side
Of the world where a new light rise
Or glares intensely into your face.
Walk over roads, climb over the mountains,
Float in a sea or sink into an ocean,
Fly in the sky, explore a new height,
A new limit, a new sight.
Rip over a stone, or slide down the abyss,
But do not die your heart and spirit
Be a cup of heart,
Pour the water from your toil to the soil,
So a new plant will rise.
Trace the path of a bee,
Make a lock for a key
Spread the wisdom of your dreams
Before finding your way back
For the light that would strike your eyes now,
To open them.
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Cold and alone are we
The salvation for which you pray
Flares once, then dies,
Swallowed by guilt.
All hope must die.
Your soul thrives no more.
How could you cause such hurt?
Shadows around us, crying,
We have lost our light.
And the dense clouds protect the moonlight
From the shamelessly forbidden earth
The Lord above fears, the beauty dies
And the abyss dance over the mountain's heights.
Trees ruffle the sounds of dried leaves
Far far away from the spring's delight
Shadows growl the mighty past
Over the screams of hopeless days and years to bide.
In the coward days and barefaced nights
Flames of odium, revenge and spite endure
As the moments of love suicide!
Friday, July 13, 2012
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Just for a moment
Turn your heart into words
Speak from your eyes
Kiss from your soul
Turn your dreams into reality and reality in dreams
In between the heavenly Earth and Sky
Be pure as the dark of night
For a moment
Let it be
Equate your mind and heart
Past, present and future
As true like the truth itself
Say out what has never been said
And couldn't be heard
Live in the moment
As words form a poem
Or melody a song
Let it be for one moment
Trust to the extent your heart has strength
Say the truth of your love
Speak the language of romance
Twine your body with mine
And soul with soul
Eyes with eyes
Breath with breath
Lips with lips,
Leave your trace
Of this moment
That would last for as long as it stayed in mind,
Forever, Let it be.
Monday, April 02, 2012
A woman shades in the embrace of man
As like the wave over the ocean's calm
Swayed through them the wind-borne charm
From the corner of the full moon's eye
History of love again revive
Around a strong arm soft fingers curl
The masculine delight was twirl
For the eyes that reached moon's white
The heart was somewhere left behind-
Resonating with the beating heart
Of the one who lay in arm.
For long was the magic from the moment haul
Till on eyes the sleep befall...
Thursday, January 12, 2012
For the one, who loves you not
The stars shine brightly upon the sleep
While the heart, to beat, tries all it got.
Silence is a din when love silences
Or a rough of tree sans shade
Or when the 'mares upon the dreams dances,
As the sky slowly fades.
But over the truth what it seems
The dreams coming true in purest form
Till you receive the giant heaps
Of those deception, that leaves you torn.
And so where is love, there is alive
Not joys, but agonies, with deepest sighs.
And restricts the sight till it's range,
Seeks beauty in what appears nice
And soothe in what dies with age.
Thy eyes that sees what ancestors told,
Builds a fence in thy mind;
Believes in what those old books hold
And kills the length till moon's height.
Thy eyes that pour hate in innocent heart
So make it dull with black'st flow,
And sees around with envious thought
For joy, thee never let come to thou.
Thy eyes that complain with sleek'st sigh
The one who blooms their only life.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Has its strength to again revive?
Would have had if not been forged with
The load of sorrow and painful thing
But does that mean an arch of smile
Can be camouflaged with just few brine?
And so a memory once filled with joy
Could not bring cheer as like a child with toy
But the longing and fear hammer hard
Whenever you remind you of pain and stark
And that the happiness is such a weak
Unable to defend a memory!
But a single touch of agony can breathe
For years over the highest peak...?
Thursday, December 01, 2011
Anger, hate reflect my sight
Amid your skillful moronic sense
Have a dare to eye my eye !!
With the contiguous idiotic charm
Try my attention, I demand
I assure you, will not stop
For you my patience and my calm!
Love me, like me, hate me, fight me,
Piss me, jerk me, kick me, fuck me,
But here my challenge for you to take
Eye me, if you're yet to go insane !
Gazing into yours as the time slipped away
I stretched my arms longing for yours
And the space was filled, as the air sway
The time forgot to move ahead
It seemed eternity in your arms
My lungs found some familiarity in the air
My ears were busy concentrating on your breaths.
A spectrum formed from the ray of hope
Illuminated the whole of the two worlds
The Moon and the Sun added their lights
And sparkled it over the two lovers.
We held lose to let our eyes meet
And came a little more closer
Closer than even the air could have ever been
And sealed our lips together...
A life that shed so several death
Hence put my deep sorrow a doubt, with fear,
Would some life the death bear?
Or that eternity imply an immortal end?
Then the laugh so loud fill my ear
'You immature mind can raise a large fear!'
'So provide my thirst some milk,' I say,
'Answer me, even if in a childish way'
'Discover by self!' is all I hear !!
Friday, November 11, 2011
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Maybe you broke up because we can’t get on