Perceptions and the Terms

Excites the periphery of epidermis a soft touch
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. 

Passion Subdued

The veins growling with desire
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.

Down the Tunnel Road and Up Again

Shall I write for one last time
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.

to be able to come out

I remember you in the daylight
When the sun's grace embrace the ground
Underscoring the shadow of the tree
Falling, like I fell for you
Quite naturally
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.

Distance and Distant

Two individuals connect and share a bond that might seem most beautiful to them in that particular moment.

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 one's own expectations.

How strange it is that we share the same relationship, but with a different perspective.

Forever...(this time)

Something's gone
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.

But The Fright

In all her not-so-true accusations
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.

Disownment

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).