when dust will come closer to you
you'll turn grey
under that withering veil
under that thin mist.
when it will ****** the thunder
& the splendour of your eyes,
If you see,
that vigour fleeting, quietly
If you ever call for me
If I still dwell in love and fear
and I see
that giant fire of that concealed anxiety
I'll place your head
upon my *****
and my hands will reach to your hairs
deep in my chest
If I see fire too
I'll be fire too
when we are together
I'll be you
You'll be me
We'll be fire
or ashes.
But one.
Again, for the first time.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
I am smitten with the idea of you
probably that I seek in your presence too
I pace to match the rhythm of my thought
Chasing! Chasing ! Just chasing!
Panting hard
Crying with the empty hand.
I do not try to possess you at all
I would not like if you act just as I say you to do
I am no commander of any.
But you didn't live anymore
You, the one, I fell for.
I don't seek your grave to sink my head into
And lie about how beautiful I see the world with you
Now when I asked you for some time in isolataiton
My ink must fly as it wish to.
The words which were used uselessly
had lost their vanity somewhere
abandoned by attention
Have broken their shackles
tempted to be inscribed into the sabotaged
Celebrating their world today.
I would love to cherish the warmth of your zeal
Me in you is a high saying
If your ever breathe you
I bet
I'll be smitten by you again.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
I am naked
I allow you to penetrate through me.
And meet me as nothing.
But I am afraid,
Bring me the audacity
to break the shield of notions.
To wipe of the dust
of a dozen of books.
To uncover the embelished shawl of
Experiences, judgements, oblivion.
pseudo security and pseudo comfort.
examples
that has been morphed according to the convenience with beliefs.
Corrupted innocence.
I promise
I will reflect you crystal clear.
Cause your naked and mine aren't so different.
Cause I am as empty as you are.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
Oh! That unfazed bird,
not only tries to fly higher and roam around.
But touches the ocean with her delicate belly,
Without flinching,
Flies assiduously.
Oh! That brave fella,
Nobody asks what she is pinning to achieve,
May be a twinge of pleasure in the peculiar sense of freedom.
Everybody sees and adores,
that magic she is leaving behind,
in the form of ripples
in that giant ocean.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
Cyclone bet
All the desert,
meadows,
even the sky swept.
What they fuss ?
"I" is not separate from "us",
"I" is separating the "us".
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
Holding the umbrella
So the mizzle won't touch her
And she brags all the time that she likes rain.
Meantime ******
May be it's an escape
from the huddle
Where she doesn't want to be seen
not even by herself
to forget the consciousness of her own existence.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
And our meeting is so eloquent
that we can sit together for hours,
felicitously mute.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 1:02 AM UTC
Knock knock!!!
Who is there???
I am the one closest to that you are closest to,
attached to your possessions
your loved ones.
I am that numbness over your spine,
that uncertain lump in your throat,
the anxiety that makes your body shiver,
the reverberating chattering in your mind.
that long fuzzy sense of grievance.
I am the most unwelcoming,
And even evaded by your sense of awareness.
I am the battlefield in your paradise.
the termite making your roots hollow.
I am the one that has morphed the taste of your favourite sweet marshmallows into the sour grapes.
I am that dilemma that freaked you out,
And you find yourself clinging in between.
You still didn't recognise me?
Let me give some more of clues.
I was there,
when you saw him with her,
sharing their laughs,
his laugh,
the same laugh that made you fall in love with him,
was disturbing you there.
Didn't you see me, I was next to you.
That night,
I was all there,
very close to your mother,
When you asked her to go out,
And she didn't let you.
Didn't you sense my presence?
with your locked room
while sleeping every night,
in your own house.
I was right there,
when you were judged by your complexion,
& shape of your body.
You were told you are not good enough
And you believed them.
I am the same which made you toss and twist,
in those sleepless nights,
when your pressing need was your sleep.
I am the one intervening your inner piece,
A clear foe,
Sometimes the result of you own overthinking,
Which gnaws you,
Tears your skin apart,
Makes your head heavy.
I am the agony,
the irony,
Still inexplicable.
I am called your insecurities.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
I know that that heavy burden has been clawing inside your heart,
Years has passed,
You never tell,
I never asked.
I've seen your fall from the catastrophe,
And I know your pain in immense.
But what worse it could be,
I am standing helplessly,
Feeling like a *****
But not doing anything.
I wish you'd have allowed me just for once
To enter there
Where you have suppressed your pain so hard.
Just tell me once,
how is it valid
to share the laughter aloud
but when it comes to tears,
(your tears)
You back off.
Just tell me once,
Why is it easy
to talk about all the beauty and the bounty the life has given,
to buttonhole me with all your talks,
Squabbling around the irrelevant sometimes,
But it scares you to talk about the story of your scars.
Just tell me once,
how is it fair
that my pain, my trouble, my problem becomes ours,
and yours is always yours.
Just tell me once,
why you are so hard to explore.
It's been years of our being together,
why you are always this mysterious.
Just tell me once
how is it relevant in our strong bonding of ages.
May be it's too painful to talk about,
May be it's me who isn't worthy enough,
Whatsoever it may be,
but I know you ain't much healed,
And it bothers me.
I can't assure you that unveiling your scars will heal you definitely
But the one thing I am sure of:
It feels good to be listened,
listened in enchantment.
I know it because you do the same to me
And It bolsters my strength.
Honey!
We all have our shadows
Pour it out &
Burn them down.
May be then you'll feel a little lighter.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC