It's my life which has your glow
Simmering every day when you show
Your face which is like snow
Soft and beautiful like the flowers as I blow

I want you back cause you're my hero
My angel who removes me from sorrow
To whom I can never say no
Together we'll live furrow

But it seems that you don't need me
Anymore
Pain I have suffered is to the chore
I wanted more
But you went away before I counted four

I need you back
Or I'll again lose myself
I'm ready for your whacks
and ready to eat all you're snacks

The cup cracked at the bottom
To pour out the last drop of water
Just to have an answer
To empty out all the  contents.
The wine laughing at the passing time
The finger prints wish one another
When the cup receives the intimate thoughts
Staring at the lost reflection at its depth.
All the promises carefully forget
That once there was life
In the overflowing emptiness.
The substance of the hollow words
Reflect the sweet blindness for a temporary thrill.
The day tells a lot of stories
In the pages of a neglected book.
Questions in the blinding light
Go mute on the weightless paper
To follow the soundless smile of the dry water
And to make the honey sweet
Because of the flower’s love for the bee.


Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash

Close your eyes
Open again
What use pretending friends
While the smoke of sweet enemy flowing in our veins?
Come across my heart
Drive a knife.
You will find the smell of a hypocritical blood
In the sip of a coffee from an imported cup.
For heaven’s sake
Let not compel a ‘bad trust’ to be a thread
Between us
Close your eyes again
Just to know
We are strangers to one another
The yellow leafs of the stormy sky
No storm, no rain
When we close the eyes
In the forest of humans
All is dark and invisible.

Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash

All of these words
Ever present in my mind
And all of you
A gift my heart cannot contain
For dreams are lucid
And tears fabricated
And my hearts only desire
Is to lay down in your arms
But here I find myself
On the ground
Strewn among the roses
It is not romantic
But it is sweet, and sickly
All at once
To be in your mind
And as I wander
The corridors of your mind
Knocking on doors
Slipping into your thoughts
I cry.
For I know
This is where I belong
And to you I will always return
My thoughts run
Out of my ears
And intertwine into yours
Will we ever end?
I know that we will die
That is for sure
But an end?
To be love we have
Is in foreseeable in my sky

There is no one to blame but ourselves
for allowing time to change the stich
we chose that wove the fabric
of our lives together
Seems the machine turned on us both
by ripping a hole in our delirious happiness
so that we are stuck with this blanket of
convenient companionship and
moth eaten apathy to cover up with
on our separate sides of the bed at night
And I want you to know I don’t resent
you for not being able to kiss me like
you really mean it anymore,
or even take an interest in asking me
what it is I’m thinking about like you use to
I just hate the fact that as hard as I try
I can’t remember the last time I heard you laugh

Written by Sara Fielder © May 2015

She said,
"Don't be jealous."
her hate
supported by logic

I doubt her
my intuition
support my jealousy

we sat on
She gave logic
I gave intuition
still.........

not agreed
So, decided to
"Agree to disagree
on this issue."

Life moves on....

A faint train blows
Sliding along the Earth's shore

Your pillow rustles against your head
The noise competes
With that distant blurrly breath
Don't let

Because just when you lay still
And leak into slumber

You'll forget its existence
You'll hear the faint train blow
You'll remember then