I am tired of clearing stains
of my tears on my glasses.
Every time I clean them
with water droplets, I think of a new beginning. Yet, somehow the tears trickle into them and they make the world around me blurry and unclear. Yet I continue to wear them because I want to hide my tears behind them because I cannot cry my heart out in the world. So only my glasses know the frequency of my cries and I remove stains from them too.
Apr 16, 2024
Apr 16, 2024 at 11:11 PM UTC
Autumn sneaked in
I was singing hymns from a playbook
An upside-down playbook as it was
Your red flush was like the leaves outside
The wind blew the drums of our windows
I shook and shrank
You gushed and it was an elixir
"Soon, those ripe apples would fall."
I eye the apples with liveliness
Your eyes gleamed at my pure innocence
Sun is rusting like the leaves outside
Your lullabies were warm like your affection
I slept as sweet as your smile...
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 12:40 PM UTC
the shore is not visible and
the water is choppy
the sun is inflamed and
the boat keeps sailing...
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
It's really hard to talk
You have to think in advance some interesting topics
And all effort is on stretching conversation somehow
The silence makes it awkward
It's really hard to talk
Deep down, you know this is not going anywhere
Both of you try to involve each other
Even if it is going nowhere
Behind that false, prolonged smile
It's really hard to just talk
I wish I could claim myself to be the person who just can talk to anyone
I wish I could just engage people
Talking to someone won't feel like a trouble
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC
Every now and then
To put my soar eyes to rest
I feel the cedars and pines
Attempting to capture them all
In the cameras of my eyes
I long to sledge deeper inside
To witness the wonders of their world
The world of worms and woodpeckers
They say not to touch flowers
But I caress them captivated by their brightness
I grin as I gaze them with proudness
How he was nearly slashed, morphed
It made my skin crawl
But Papa tied a rope around like a bandage to the wounded
And caged him to keep away the wicked
I thought the story was over
But he rewrote it
Smooth healing made him hale and hearty
And even today, every now and then
To put my soar eyes to rest
I feel the huge cedars and pines
Attempting to capture them all
In the cameras of my eyes
With every rustle
As they lean on to each other
Singing and Swinging
My heart cherish when they are alive and kicking.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
I remember when I became gravely cold earlier
Your warmth of love melted it
To seek marginal doses of your affectionate hugs and humour
Yet, I think my desperation has been blunted by my avarice
For I comfort myself at the mere sight of your lipid face
Your dimpled cheek lost
Under the lining of dreadful covering
As you wave 'goodbyes' at me
'Goodbyes' that don't seem warm enough
For me to not reproach myself
And when I looked up, you seemed cold and distant
Miles and miles away...
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 9:11 AM UTC
"His old father might be domineering, cruel and incisive", she opined
As she applied pain reliever on the fresh wounds of the limp body of that innocent infant
"but...", she finished with bleak content
More to herself
"Am I guilty of my grievous injuries if I whole- heartedly trusted his false claims and fat lies?"
I am time, the testimony of gritty ordeals of billions of the souls of the feminine receptive energy ...
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
When the streaks of dawn enter the crevices of the windows
The eyes refuse for the emptiness to subside in
Although the sweet chirruping and rustling of the Neem's lave leaves
persevere to pose positivity yet
The loneliness, the vacuum subsides in
I chatter, sing songs of Hope and homecoming of warriors
Beating the wrinkled skins of old drums
Yet my heart rings no louder
My conscience seems shaken
When the sun sets in
Sets the Oblivion for 'they' return
With wide smiles and affectionate hugs
Howling joyously as they bid goodbyes
In the sunshine , solidarity Sparks everywhere now
As 'they' leave to be able to feed their malicious stomach
The bell chimes from the nearby temple
The pacing footsteps outside fail to rekindle
Loneliness subside in...
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
When she called me before the streak of dawn entered the crevices of our window
While he still roamed fearlessly with his friends circling around , chuckling
I desired to be an unmindful young boy who could delight under moonlit night
When she asked me to wear a colourful scarf that choked my natural breath
While he could gloriously flaunt with open arms or unsuitable body positions or devilish laugh
I envied of being a feisty , free soul that he is
As I suppressed my 'inappropriate' behavioural potential when she pointed fingers and put red flags
When he could be just whiling away precious resources while I would be precisely guided about management
As I bloom, I blossom more and more
Fret is unfair as it spreads out its arms as dismal failure...
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
Luckily, I happen to be rib-tickling someone
Reviving your rare smile as I fluster
Badly, I still happen to be specific someone
That you ponder over in closed quarters
Never paying dues for my undivided commitment
Astonishingly, I find delightful and pleasurable relief
That I am still your Someone
Someone you attribute as Specific...
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC