The sleepless nights I had then,
I had something to dream about,
Hope waiting at the end of the tunnel,
The life I loved, waiting out there to live.
I had known, it won't last,
It cannot be forever,
Yet, I hoped my hope won't desert,
Now that it did, I stopped to think.
The sleepless nights I have now,
I have nothing to dream about,
Hope forlorn, no light in vicinity,
My life I lead, hollow and ridden of life.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
I hear those whispers in my ears,
Just like the flutters of a butterfly,
The words that I want to hear,
The words that's lost somewhere,
Like a fine song that leaves the flute,
I strain to hear the tunes of wild,
The bamboo calling out for me to try,
I closed my eyes anticipating the shrill cry,
My lips circled and blew the tune,
Started not right, but there was a music..
Music that followed the sway of trees,
A song that embraced the whole outdoor,
It wasn't my worry if my tunes were wrong,
There was no one to listen to this particular song.
I knew then I should take the steps alone,
My ears tuned to hear those little whispers,
Let me make a song from what I heard and what got lost somewhere,
The filled blanks are my emotions,
When I played them in my flute,
It got better and better..
Even the lost song is for a better tide...
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
Dreams keep me awake;
When my eyes slowly shut...
You stole your way in,
Swimming the tears,
Holding the eye ridge,
You peeped in to your reflection...
Your reflection, peeped in to its,
Another you, another reflection, Another you, another reflection,
Another you, another reflection,
You stole your way in...
As my eye lashes shut down..
You were trapped a thousand times..
Dreams after dreams,
And now....
A thousand dream keeps us awake...
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
It was good to be quiet,
Let mind fly,
Those narrow paths in the wild...
It felt good to be withdrawn,
Let thoughts fly,
Unreachable heights...
It feels good to feel detached,
Dwell deeper inside,
Guided by the soul to safer plains...
You are alive, you are dead,
I feel the loss,
Worship the treasure you left...
My days I spend thinking of the wealth,
I live, I lost,
Few battles, few titles...
What I never owned,
I can never,
But, guard it like a owner in a secret tower...
It is good to be quite,
Lost in the silence,
My reminiscences heard within me...
It feels good to feel,
the pain withdrawn,
From a wound that doesn't exist anymore...
It feels good to see the lives,
From the footprints, sprang alive
The lives torn from inside....
fresh at times, crushed sometimes,
But rising up every time with vigour and power...
I promise to be the land,
When crushed, hold and comfort,
When sprung alive, to look and smile...
It is good to be quite,
Lost in the silence,
My reminiscences heard within me...
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
I heard you quite clear, through the dark curtains,
Through the windows slamming,
Through the storm, thunder and whistling winds,
I heard you quite clear whispering my name...
I stepped down those stairs,
The wooden steps creaking your name,
I stepped on the rug,
Soft and firm like your hold...
Stepped out in the rain,
Hands stretched, drenched,
The fat rain drops, dropped unguarded,
Eyes closed, I rain danced...
Music surrounded the insides of me,
I danced slow, soul free,
Your whisper, I heard quite clear,
This time very near to my ear...
Will you leave, if I open my eyes?
Will you stay, if I promise not to sway?
Will you hold me, the way rain clings to me?
Will you kiss me, hard, deep, fierce and free?
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
I lie there with my eyes open,
The dreams carrying you relentlessly through every pore,
In the state of rest, my heart thrashes...
You hear me, baby?
The throes of an anguished singer.
The world can remain dead to my song,
The song might get lost inside the tomb of your heart,
But when it laps gently on the walls,
Don't you feel the flutter of a loved soul?
When it thrashes wild inside your heart,
Don't you hear the feel of your anguished singer?
My baby! I feel light and lifted,
The song gently kissing the pores skipped,
Ah! There I see a trace of light...
At the end of the tunnel a new song awaits...
I shouldn't have turned dear for that last look,
You didn't stop, yet I stopped,
Frail, I headed back...
The song squeaked, hoping to touch your heart...
I lay there, my body still,
Your steps echoing inside every pore,
My heart baby, beating fast,
I waited as you came across,
The steps halted but you walked past,
In the state of rest, my heart thrashes...
You hear me, baby?
The throes of an anguished loser.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Deep in the night, Inside the cocoon of my blanket,
Like a teen aged kid, I dream of a world,
I dream of this world, Where I am the creator...
I can beckon people, my heart wishes for
I can sing, dance, or live a lie,
Deep in the night, I brought in the rain,
The thunder wild, wind tearing by
We walked our dresses plastered...
Your hands slowly exploring mine...
The tingle brings a warmth inside,
I settled inside the cocoon of my blanket...
Deep in the night, I brought out the Sun,
Dried your hair, combing with my hands,
It was stifling hot, in my part of the world,
The sweat trickled, and I brought in the spring...
With the flowers bloom and the birds charm,
I started to hum the song in your heart,
Deep in the night, you got lost,
Inside the cocoon of my blanket,
I walked miles, tracing your heart,
I brought in the moon to guide my path...
Deep in the night, I realised
I lost my dreams to another heart
Inside the cocoon of another blanket,
The dreams were lived by beautiful hearts...
Deep in the night, Inside the cocoon of my blanket,
Like a teen aged kid, I dreamt of a world
A world where I was left alone to dream,
About the wandered heart and torn blanket...
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Looking at my toes stepping up and down,
Music set, my blood to flow without a frown,
Veins jumped and practiced every move,
Your words, set the rhythm of my life anew.
Solitary walks accompanied by your thoughts,
Smiling, the blush lost on those tanned spots,
The Sun seemed today very bright,
I saw a smile running splitting its sides.
Those fevered moments, I breathe on your neck,
Your arms circling, allowing me to rest.
Your hands combing at my loose strands,
I looked up to your eyes, your smile enchants.
The waves crashed with such a force,
The boats bobbling near the shore.
Fishermen pulled the nets full of their finds,
Children picking an odd shell of it kinds...
Your hands spanning, testing every pore,
Your head dipped thirsty, asking for more.
Your heated breath brushing my face dry,
Your thirsty lips snaking out for a cool dive...
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Leaning on the wall, closing my eyes,
All I could see was the vast darkness of my mind..
Tunneling my way through random paths,
I tread through those not so forgotten thoughts...
What I saw was smiles, banter and laughs,
The pains well concealed behind the cheerful mask,
Satisfied, I passed more such charades,
Stumbling for the nook, where the smile is only a facade...
It was lying there in a corner growing roots ,
Surrounded by makeshift mazes, difficult to look through,
Slipping in, I was prepared for an onslaught of pain,
Yet, the force of attack surprise me every time.
Braving through, I touched the core; very gentle,
Wincing as if it was the day of trental,
Blood singing my elegy and not yet dry,
The oil on my canvas still gleaming with pain...
I sat hugging my knees and a ready made smile,
With so much ease and practiced beguile,
The smile slipped, when I heard the door knock,
My eyes turned to see you walk...
Leaning on the wall, closing my eyes,
I could see the ray of light,
Not wanting to meet those inquisitive eyes..
Shivering, I closed and tried not to pry open my eyes...
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
The stone was cast intending a wrath,
But the ripple was musical and perfect art
Feelings tiptoed inside my heart...
Svelte like a ballerina's stretched arch...
The breath wispy tickled wicked
The lips feathery hurriedly flitted
My eyes closed while you left hot trails,
Your fingers coarse marking my skin bright...
When your head rested on the curve of my *******
My heart beat hummed in unison with your breath
The heat bunched and pooled inside me
Your fingers tracing mine slowly...
The butterfly kisses you placed quick,
My unadorned neck glistened with your lazy licks,
The moans torn from inside wild
Resounding our union, an unrestrained tide...
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC