Today the verses have been muzzled
Emotions strangled to death
The quill has been buried
The ink laid to rest

Buried deep down under
The overwhelming weight of expectations

Burnt alive in fuels of accused misunderstandings
Of what use is a verse that hurts?
Heroes retire
Sportsmen hang their boots
The poet has hence decided to
Die a natural death
No funeral
No ritual
Just absence and a resting oblivion

The ‘dusk’ now mingles and rests in darkness of night

@ ’dusk’…

Shut down the stereo
Throw away your earphones
Lift your head for the insane smart phone
The rain is calling
Darkened clouds autographed by lightning
A signature so callous to urban rage
The torrential flow of persistent drops
Translucency of sights
Roads,
Pavements
Traffic lights
Neighborhood trees and houses
All washed with the sudden gush
Rhythmic symphony of orchestral showers
Unchain yourself from the comfortable bean bag
Desert the laptop
Divorce the umbrella and the raincoat
Let go
Get out
Get going
Drench yourself in nature’s bliss
The music of rain shall soothe your broken strings
Rejuvenate them and
Bring back life to life

@ ‘dusk’…