The Moment Of Revelation

A moment will come

When it will be this way or that

For what is done couldn't be undone

And nothing could go back to same.

A moment will come

When it will hurt less

For it will matter less or lesser

Than nothing.

A moment will come

When we will get used to it

When we will walk step by step

Towards the unfavorable.

A moment will come

When this unfavorable would hold no value,

And all would be neutral

But bitter and blunt.

A moment will come

When we will realize we have grown

For then, we would have walked through and from

Our own wounds.

A moment will come

When we would stop considering these wounds

As our destruction

And we will realize

That it is no more than a piece of time,

The work of our fate,

Or the sheer mystery of life.

A moment will come

When we would get exposed to the realizations

And we would realize that everything is nothing

And nothing will matter in the end

For in that moment

The moment would have come,

The moment which we will cover with

A peaceful blanket of our memories

And we will accept it as it is,

As we are…

Helpless.

Lines

The lines extend across a sheet of paper

Diverging through the corners they encompass the margins-

Margins of life

Where one feels its holiness

And destruction.

The lines form images, easy images; routes, easy routes

These routes carry us along and all we would need to pay is our trust

And compromises.

And so, we go about it for it feels easier, untangled, smooth

And hence, dies the sketch of our mind

That would have found its own path, tracing its own images

Outside the backdoor of our life.

Ignored lay these sketches

That instead of following might have laid a new path,

The new possibilities, the new history.

And soon these are cremated

In none other than the fire of

Our own resignation. 

Finding

Looking in the mirror and finding the world that

Obstructs the view of me to me myself.

I am that drop in the middle of an ocean

That reaches the land over the course of years,

I am those colors of the sky

That paint themselves around the setting sun,

I am that spark of sunlight

That dances in water besides the reflecting glass of vacant ships

Standing alone over the music of the unsaid world,

I am those feelings that need no description and are understood only by the worthy hearts;

I am the heart that sings,

The eyes that sigh,

The legs that never stop,

The fingertips that dance to every rhythm of each tune,

And the mind that bleeds

Being wounded by the ancient world,

By experiences all good, bad and neutral

I am that faith that creates god and miracles and cure and love…

This me I try to find

Among the phony people in the breath of nature

Releasing sighs over the exposed wounds

And under the magnificence of mighty sky. 

The Roads of Memories

Scuttling along the roads of memories,

The particulates of time get into the eyes-

Burning

Pricking;

Smoking,

The fumes of cries escapes out

Through the ventilators of face.

Tears moist the eyes reflecting the barren heart.

Soul…on hibernation.

Around,

The sights of algae

Suffocating the blue water-

As is the calm of mind agitated,

And liveliness of life buried under

The burden of societal expectations.

The mark of axe

Piercing through the heart of tree.

Fire all around.

And this walk over the ruins!

Haunts around the ghosts of dead insects

Stinging you with some unknown pain,

Reminding, recalling.

Bewitched mind

Pukes out the hopes of upcoming days

And covers it after, with the mud of past.

Birds, howling

In their nests.

Look over and find them with injured wings

Staring down at your injuries

And cuts

And bruises

And you realize you are naked

Under the gaze bestowed upon you

With the blessings of the monsters

Of these ruined lands.

You faint, lose yourself,

Falls down over the ashes,

Crumpled sounds,

Rustles,

The sky screams out.

You look over

Staring above, staring ahead above,

And knows then and there…

Some things will never change.

Shed From The Spring

What would earth do

When all its spring would have shed away

Into the past of calendars?

The beavers and raccoon

Would steal a part of it with them

That no one could measure

For its meagerness;

And the frogs and the snakes

Would be hidden in its lower space.

For the snow would settle on the bare branches

And warm them for other lives

Which arises from the furnace of hope and faith,

And will spread through the sands

To show its calm at the hour of sleep.

This would be called the beginning of a life

And another spring,

If you ask the earth

Which is shed from its spring.

Wedding Bells

Here comes the wedding scene

In the colds of May

Hanging about the silvering eyes

With the briskness of candle flame.

Going over the previous ages

All the time counts

Blues in the shades of grey

Speaks out.

Speaking of the troubling query

The old man thinks

What would have been otherwise if

Had it not been like this.

And again the heart sinks deeper

To where this interrogatory led

And here comes the wedding scene

Rousing the dead.

With all the years that is left of him

In a smile these aged lips fell;

Dances the weakened heart of this old man

To the sound of wedding bells.

Getting Old

On one of the branches hangs a lonely leaf

In the period of senescence.

Wrinkled, retarded, tired of its time

Covered with dust from its golden days.

Only noticed by the rays of sun

That sieve out through the dead branches

Looks down at an unawaken dog

That still might love its shade.

What would be this poor leaf thinking

Of life, of death, or of strong blows?

Or would it just being seeking blessings

Under the sun's and moon's gaze?

The Cloth

Show the mirror to your moral words

Tell, can you find but a damp’d cloth

Of shame and guilt,

That which sees an eye and touches a skin

Of the hands that know nothing

But conspires within their ‘moral heads’?

The cloth,

That hides not just what nature holds

As its beauty, but more

The doors of hearts and souls
And the truth of your moral words.

High On Ice On Darker Nights

High on ice on darker nights

A heart that flied to scary heights

A mind that filled the eyes with thoughts

The lips with words that wisdom holds

At the stake of earthly norms

And laws and threads that bind from storms

Tore this all with fierce in slice

A heart that flied to scary heights

To challenge storm with one much stronger

And facts of wonder that life ponder

Aware of fear of world behind

Hate was flowing from whose eyes

But beyond the stretch of emotional string

Or things that so much agony bring

More than what a life could hear

Or than that a death bear

But this heart sees the untold

Thinks what more a mind could hold.

High on ice on darker nights

This heart that flied to scary heights.

Eternal Light

I am walking on no road beneath but the sky above

And in front.

Far away lies the gaze of my eyes

Searching myself in eternity.

The feet searching the trace of my destiny

Over the thorns of my existence.

Water is what my heart is made of

And in my soul jewels an eternal fire.

I walk from nowhere to everywhere.

Trace me in wind

Breathe me in silence

Forget me in the darkness that will eat up

All the sunshine.

The darkness will rise to heaven someday

Where I will reach and find my eternal light.

Sky Is Moving Away

Trees, all shed from their summers

Stand nude

Biting the flesh of the sky

With their pricking nakedness

As like the bodies of millions of rootless people

Which prays through the crumbled bones

Tears the heart of the sky out.

Sky move out through sky

Damaging the dreams of millions of children

Proving the futility of the wings of thousands of birds

Taking with it the sun and moon and stars

Leaving behind a misty blanket of clouds.

While the sky darts without a word of farewell

People down rejoice at the sight of clouds

That brightens their only hope of survival

Only till the storm of realization.

Realization

I burn my soul with desire

I shriek out the miseries of my heart

But here saves your peace this dense cloud of ignorance

And on my existence this realization dart-

As my voice reach out all mute

My love is just a corpse to you.

A Dress

A dress of memory wears a self

Embroidered with smiles, rugged with sadness

Altered a times to bring out the best shape,

Holed by the times that transgressed to forgetness.

Hemmed down also for a numbered times

So hides the bares of beneath

Until the day it needs to be peeled

To walk naked, into the nothing ahead!

New Year

This New Year with the new rays of sun
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…?

And Now I Say Goodbye

As you go

I stand near the window, away from your gaze,

Staring over the length of sky

And wish you Goodbye

In my own way, in my own self

Such and so you won't even know

That someone somewhere is thinking of you

Writing of you in a verse of hers

Which may or may not die;

Being sure of it not reaching

To you or your realization of recognizing

Your own self

In the designing of its alphabets.

Only if the God wishes you bad

May your heart reveal to you

That has been deliberately kept from your eyes.

Towards The Peaks Of Joy

Gusty waves of wind doth blow

Through em-browned lands of days to go

Carrying leaves' yellowed state

That shows some breath in them remain

And there at height some new born charms

Carols of life they enchant

Higher above a raven fly

In the seas of the sky

Touching the joyous peaks of child

Running along the river's side.

Away

In the palms of white a ray of black does shine

Where a small cloud emerge out in a clear day sky

Some birds run to the depths of heights while

Some with the trees themselves bind.

But here lay an old dog with a broken leg

Watching how the time swims by the day

Unnoticed remains it till the day drops

And together with sun it closes its eye.

On the other side of the land flows a sea

A boat, through which, sails free

Away from those birds and that old dog on shore

It sailed and sailed making the water crease.

What Is It Like?

What is it like when

You move farther and farther from the sky, or when

Get carried off by a hurricane-

Round and round you sweep

In the air above sea. Or

Run all the way through earth

To save the poor bleak of red ball from drowning?

Can you get as far as not to notice the mere azure of the sky,

Its depth and immense?

Or travel to another isle with wind

Instead of falling in the mouth of sea?

And will you ever, while chasing the sun,

Reach where it would chase after you

With all its glare all the way long?

Will your path ever discover you,

While you are busy trolling your trail

In searching the destiny you choose?

That One Teardrop

As from your one drop of tear an entire ocean falls
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.

I Feel You

I feel you at the hour of smile
I wish you at the shed of eye
I miss you with the evanescent light
I hear you in those vivid delight
I guess I love you sometimes...

A Touch

A gentle hand cup those little eyes

And implant a touch with tender care

On the nose, below the dreamy lashes

And the words of truth were heard by ears.

Feeling an unreal magic around

A smile so innocent got set on face

And knew it would last for as long

As on eyes the eyelids stay…

Nymphetamine

I looked around. Nothing, just one of another busy day. Brightly shining sun, intentional minded legs, pollution causing horns, stomachs that earn from hopes and prayers, school going children, wandering cats, rats and street dogs, unnoticed chirruping of birds, black roads absorbing more and more of heat, smoke and dust, u-turns and turn overs, colliding and passing through, screams and whispers, all of which that reach to the senses of any person trying to avoid such chaos and in search of peace, as like me.

Because I was trying to concentrate on a single soul. The one I have seen next to one hundred times. The one with an intensive eyes, grayish hair, stealthy walk, tight fit blouse, ankle-length skirt, a red bag that shows to bear no weight, mascara covering the natural beauty of her eyes, and lipstick more bright than the sun itself as if trying to veil the spoken words or maybe the silence. This was a beauty, a fake beauty, but I guess hardly anyone is giving a second look to her. Why? What is she?!

I was curious. Not because I didn't have anything else to do that day, or because I know her personally, or that I got attracted to her eccentricity, but because a long time back I raped her out of my wits. She was a virgin and I hate virgins. But she was also special. Her vagina welcomed a hard core erect dick with all hospitality. She didn't enjoy but she didn't screamed either. She was calm. A calm which wasn't natural, a calm that had fire. I was alarmed with the ferreting gaze and a known smile she offered me. She remained there where I left her, but I ran. I don’t know why, but I ran and I felt better. After that day I wanted to see her again, to know her more, but all in vain. Until one day, same day of next year, I saw her the way I saw her few minutes back. I see her often since then and it burns a fire inside me. I want to touch her, kiss her, f**k her, hurt her. Every time I see her, she becomes my addiction. I couldn't get her off my mind and maybe that is what she wants!

I couldn't see her anymore. She has disappeared like any other time. But I didn't gave up the search as that is not in my habit. I kept looking for her knowing deep down that today I will get her. That is a general process. I looked among crowd and darkest of corners. I looked on towers and in the drains. I looked on pavements, I looked in cars. I looked in shops, in crowded bars. She could be anywhere. She is different.

Soon, at last I found her, far enough to be out of my reach and close enough to come under the range of my sight. She was walking with her back to me. She turned, smiled, and kept on walking again looking straight now. I was running now, avoiding the people that are trying to be an obstacle in my way. She was pacing around indifferently. Now she was just around fifty meters away from me. I ran faster. She was boarding the bus. Adrenaline was getting secreted from my endocrine so much so that I can taste it inside my mouth. The bus was going away, she was inside, I had to run faster. I flied and finally managed to hold up the handle and climbed inside. I looked around, my heart was beating very hard trying to capture up for air. My attention was not there but everywhere around. I looked through and through. She has to be here. Where could she go. I first looked in haste and then very carefully, focusing on every single thing. People were busy in themselves. They don’t have any idea who is among them. They were talking in themselves, reading in themselves. Until next stop arrived and a few of them got ready to leave. I started looking at each and every face. I couldn't miss her again, not when I have come so far. But none was her. Then there was a noise that vexed me. A small girl was crying. I avoided her. I have to search everyone.

But the noise grew. I looked at the child. She must hardly be two, in her mother’s arms. Her mother looked at me apologetically. It was then that I realized the expression of disgust and annoyance on my face. I calmed myself and smiled at her mother who was just stepping down. And the child smiled back…that strange familiar smile!

Be It

Be it
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?

Be it
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.

Be 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.

Be it
If it wants to end its eternity
In something that has faded away,
Or is crucified by the cruel creeds
Of time.

Be it
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...

Celebrating A New Day

While the shadow snores aloud
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.

Darkness Descends

The night falls with a silent sigh,
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.

Cimmerian Gloom

The darkness sigh into a deep night
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!

Give Chance To A Mistake

Let the darkness haul over

For that is where you see the brightest stars...

Stand, dip your leg in the lake of error

And find a solution in all the jars...

Walk blind and fall into the abyss

So the wings would grow upon the bars...

Don't be afraid of getting ditched

As that is when your heart comes strong...!

This Moment Let It Be

Let it be
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
This moment
With Love
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,
Get inside
Leave your trace
Of this moment
That would last for as long as it stayed in mind,
Forever, Let it be.

A Small Body

A small body as white as snow
That came out through the mother's womb
Became the father's thought, on forehead being kissed
'It resembles her, if only she lived...'

Beneath the Stars Over the Breathing Sand

Beneath the stars over the breathing sand
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...

Love in Its Purest Form do Weep

Love in its purest form do weep
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.

Thy Eyes in Which False Beauty Lies

Thy eyes in which false beauty lies
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.

A Memory

A memory once so full of life
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...?

Eye my Eye!

Scornful detest here it lie
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 !

The Two Lovers

I opened my eyes after a blink
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 Rude Reply

All the years on earth had fed
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 !!

Days With Pain Are Yet to Come...

Days with pain are yet to come

So as such the heart would bleed

Over the hole life has made

From which it’s been sprouted as seed

And the emptiness would hammer hard

On the broken and shattered heart.

The past would whisper into the core of mind

The future would fear with brines in eyes

Over the silence that shout aloud

Under the stillness of a dark cloud

‘return back’, as I’ll scream out

With cycles of life, though the prayers are bound.

As would I hug a vacuum tight

And love it, caress it, with all delight

Wait for it to reverse back love

Kiss me, console me with a few word

And the illusion would last no long

Nightmares follow with the wake of dawn.

And so I enter the door open

With fearful eyes for what is to come

And find it better to love in pure form

Than in the form of flowers over a mourn

So pace the life with love around

You never know when pain’ll surround…

AFTER YEARS…

And once again we meet after

Those ill-fated crumpled years

Though thine waves remain same

In front of mine torned heart and weary eyes

I came here to learn life

How thou erase the carved feet in sand

With no much effort, I say, O Great!

Tell me how to erase memories off my mind

How it seems just a matter of minutes

As thee rise and fell…and again rise

Lend me thy strength to rise again

For my legs are broken and hope ripe

And how thee still not change that though

Light and dark fill thy life.

Getting Shattered

With an attempt to hope for an elusive bliss

Around a few days the years gathered

All I wish in the aura of deep loss is

A tight a hug to bind me from getting shattered.

Like A Dot

Like a dot it hangs on a darken sky

A lonely star seldom being noticed by

I know what pain it be going through

For this is what I feel too.

                                                          

My Legs in Water but Thoughts Somewhere

Whooshing waves as runs and plays

Sprinkling its part here and there

I lay amid the tippling sound

My legs in water, but thoughts somewhere.

The clouds bathing in sun’s rays

Makes the image of familiar objects

The wind blowing from left to right

Inspiring the leaves to start a new subject.

The flowers as they blush away from wind

When the wind steals their fragrance

To dispose it off to the grass

Who lie lonely on the ground, at a distance…

Where I lie with my eyes wide open

My legs in water, but thoughts somewhere

I see the reflection of my thoughts in water

And besides me, I see him there…

Lonely Roads

Rusted cans and rolling stones

And a squirrel climbing wood

With a staring eyes that forward crawl

The mice might have found a little crumb.

Birds return to their lovely ones

And the winds go searching for quiet place

An ant might somewhere find a way out sea

While the sky shows the various shades.

But somewhere else a girl walks slow

Knowing not why her thoughts wander

With the memories of the days

Those has passed and are yet to come.

…Thus on the silent lonely roads

All do walk as lonely souls…

With you...

While leafing through my past I came across

The first time we met after accepting your proposal

Those memories, they remind me how I felt

As if my only dream displaced the hopeful nightmare.

I thought that now we came together, finally

Would no force could take us far apart

And as your soul twined with mine

I know you are the one I am made for.

The seasons changed along with the colors of our hearts

And the world was in joy beneath the joyful sky

I remember our first walk hand in hand

And the pitch on which my heart beat was high.

Even while being at different corners

I remember I felt your presence beside me

Believe me, you were present in all my moments

The time didn’t move until I talked of thee.

I promised myself and to you that I wont leave you ever

Even though you broke yours to pieces

And I didn’t break mine, and would so never

Even if that is the only option you give me.

Maybe

Maybe you broke up because we can’t get on

But I am afraid for I won’t be able to move on.

Fine I agree that love has died

But it is not the only one which is not alive.

Maybe our love is now just a past

But forgetting it has become now an impossible task.

Perhaps the memories over time will fade

But how they are haunting me now, what to say?

Maybe the promises were not too difficult to make

Which seem now like a myth, drowned in the heart’s lake.

Maybe I’ll find someone else to live with

But what of my heart which is already filled upto the brim?

Maybe I’ll get through the life somehow

But how would I get through myself now???

I Love You

I realize a pinch in my heart

As our love fall apart.

Smile on my face refuse to show up

continuous tears stop to stop up

words pass through my ears without being heard

images seem only blurred

lips move in futile prayers

nose seem devoid of air

past flash in the present once again

hopes stir in the mind along with pain

tearful eyes as try to sleep

nightmares follow in giant heaps.

And so, with every new effort to forget you,

I love you all the more, I love you…

He Pushed Me on the Ground

He pushed me on the ground

And then pulled me by my hair

I tearfully asked, ‘Is that why I married you?’

But he kicked me. That’s not fair!

I ordered him to stop

I asked him to set me free

And when nothing happened

I begged him ‘please’!

But he didn’t stop

And I started to cry

Then I remembered my rights

Why not to give a try…!

I pushed him greatly

And succeeded

But he reattained the condition

And instantly defeated.

He blowed hardly on my face

That I was forced to bleed

And suddenly I woke from my nightmare,

‘What happened, my sweet..?’

Snatch or Scratch

Luck! What does it mean

Only those could know it who are keen

And what I think is,

Like an ice-cream coupon may it be seen.

                 Irrespective of deservance

                   Millions of acceptance

                   Everyone is exception

                 Everywhere is deception.

And thus, all of them complaint

But only few or none reframe

Of what they deserve

And what they should gain.

And me?

          

                        I need to fly

                     But there’s no sky

                      I wanted to catch

                  But resulted to snatch

                   Strange this world is

              That a luck is to be scratched!!!

I See the World Upside Down

I see a flame burning in a river

I see a rainbow twinkling in the sky

I see the moon throwing moonly radiations

I see a fish, rather at the high.

Yes, I see the world upside down!

I sleep at noon, I wake at night

I sleep by sitting, I sit by lying

I sleep with my almirah serving as my bed

I sleep only in the daylight’s shed.

Yes, I see the world upside down!

I befriend the lizard

I detest rabbit

I blow up my chair

And the water I’d kick

Yes, I see the world upside down!

I know you from the bottom

Unamused by your ‘out’

I know what you think

Ignoring up your shout.

Yes, I see the world upside down!

I could see anything, what you hides

I could sense the truth behind your ‘pleasant’

I could see you fooling, hiding your smiles

Beware of me whenever I am present.

‘Coz, I see the world upside down!!!

Although You Tried

I held my tears, confronting you

You were trying to soothe my heart

I tried to say a word to you

But you continued telling me, How to Lighten up My Heart.

Everytime you encouraged, I tried to say my word

It was just that, you didn’t stop!

I know you were showing your sympathy

I know you understood my pain

You tried every aspect to stop me

From getting myself hurt again.

You asked me several questions

Without giving me time to think

And then you tried all the locutions

Might my pain get shrink.

But, I know my questions, I know my answers,

I know how to stop my bleed

I wanted someone to just listen

And just listen and do me a deed.

Presuming that, I need some time think,

You lift your air and went

I was trying to say something…

You just didn’t understand!

The Ash...

Here I lie between

The locked door and opaque wall

Your photo between my finger and thumb

And your memories deep inside my heart.

Today would be the last day

For all my pain and grief

And a day to celebrate

For my freedom, now that I’d be free.

I picked up the matchbox in my hand

While the tears rolled down my cheeks

And the memories of past flashed themselves

Of those hours, and days, and weeks.

All the mixed feelings of pain and anger

Through my face, they dash

As I stroked the matchstick

And burned myself to ash…!!

Glaring Hope

I wake up from my sleep, and still it is dark

I looked around, but its silence that only bark

The world seems to stop, being somewhere lost

I pinched me hard, to end the nightmare

But the wound prevailed in my skin so bare.

I walked out and saw the stars fading

I found moon, behind the clouds, hiding

I waited waited, but there seem no end

Of the stillness, for the movement ahead.

The time is too busy to bring any transition

The height, it seems, has lost its culmination

The road, perhaps, is looking for the destiny

The future might be, searching for some testimony.

I here, stand all by my own

No one to be seen, nowhere to go

Hoping for the world to move ahead

Praying to the present to be once more glad;

To erase the dark, and move into a new light

To retrieve itself, and let the birds sing happily

But my prayers remain unanswered

Everything everywhere seems cadaverous.

Everything is quenched, save one thing

The hope that glows in my heart so deep.

Though She Loves Me

I was the one, whom she says,

That she would love through eternity

The one who lived in her heart

Like a drop of water meant for sea.

I am settled in her heart like

The dust lives in road’ grooves

I am the one, as she says,

All her previous lives boons.

While sitting hand in hand over the shore,

I look above, when she asks

While trying to gather the words she says

And try to find ‘similes’ in stars.

But, in those poor normal stars

I can’t see those ‘lovely things’

And stand for hours in front of glass

To search the love she sees in me.

Now, though I pour flowers over her grave

Deaf to the heart that beats below the stone,

I can’t find tears running down my cheeks

‘cause… I don’t think I ever love her.

Fake

The most beautiful part of my life...when I fell in love with you. I wonder what could be more better than this...?

But I got my answer when I discovered that you also love me. <3
And maybe this is what we call as heaven. Every moment is now a bliss, a dream that had come true. I still couldn't believe myself and so often I pinch me hard,...maybe I'm dreaming. But then I stopped caring. Let it be a dream, and let me live it.

Those first messages that I receive wishing me 'gud mrning' were enough to commence my day with a good omen and blessings. Those hand in hand walks, below the clouds-shielded sky, those hour-long talks...mostly exchanging silence, those speaking the heart out...knowing that someone is there to understand us more better than we could our self, those teasing, and getting upset, and those apologies...those fights...that gave a new meaning to the word 'fight'...those kisses, those hugs, those sighs,... those... those... those... [list will never end]

The life is too easy...as long as I have you in it; to tell me that life doesn't end when the night falls, to heal me when the sufferings crawl, to be there when the destiny seems away multiple of miles, to remind me how to smile, to tell me that love is not missing when hate is not, to tell me that someone do loves me when everyone does not, to lift me up when I fell, to dry my eyes when they shed, to be there when my courage needed strength, to let me know that love never ends, and to make me realize that love not only exist in imaginations,...to make me myself again, again and again when I'm about to lose me...and to make me all a new different person whom I should be,...all at the same time!

I wanted to love you, to give you all the love of the world,...I have enough of that in my heart.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."

It is now, that for the first time in my life, I could feel the existence of my soul! I can talk to my own heart...through yours. I can live my own life...with you. I am 'me',...for I am 'you'. 

I want to live, because after years of searching I now realize why am I alive, and that too from a simple gesture of love. I want to live because I love my 'life' ...which is 'you'. I think this is why I am born...to love...to feel love...to give love...

I know nothing but just that I Love You. Why? I don't know. I just know I can't live without you. How? I don't know. I just know you are always there with me. Where? I don't know.
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...And I know that I still miss all those memories, to feel that Love again, to believe in Love again, to believe again in what all I used to believe!

    Reality is a state of illusion. Therefore, reality couldn't possibly exist. So why did I think you were for real? I thought you were real but now I know the one I love never exited. But I still Love You... working hard how to stop you from clouding my heart that it will open up to welcome some other soul of the world. Being in love with you made me to fall in love with even the idea of 'Love' itself. But tell me...how to forget you. You taught me how to love; you taught me how to live; you taught me how to laugh; you taught me how to cry, but when you left, you forgot to teach me how to forget you.

If this was my destiny, if this was my life, as I believed it to be, then why ain't it stopped when you slipped aside? How can the world just keep on, when you are not in it anymore? Don't they know that this is the end?

    Of all the moments in my life, you were always there somewhere. Once as a wish. Once as a blessing. And now as the greatest loss I'll ever experience.

    But I did learn one thing after losing everything, that-

    "Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares." 




REFERENCES:

"Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares." ~William Shakespeare

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite." ~Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare

Whenever I See You

Whenever I see you,

I feel like a bud hoping for a new life.

Whenever I see you,

I feel the showers of happiness on my every side.

Whenever I see you,

I feel like a butterfly feeding on the luck.

Whenever I see you,

I feel like drowning, directly to the up!

Whenever I see you

I feel like accepting my previous life’s boon.

Whenever I see you,

I find myself searching for a nest in a bloom.

Whenever I see you,

I find myself thanking God, with my words echoing loud.

Whenever I see you,

I feel like a moon, blushing behind a cloud!

Whenever I see you,

I feel my greatest of wounds getting healed.

Whenever I see you,

I find myself playing with my own heartbeat.

Whenever I see you,

I feel myself blinded by some great magnetic force.

Whenever I see you,

I find myself talking, to my own soul!