I'm not what you see me
I'm not what I do
I'm what I think &
Never exist in reality

The words are magical
Mysterious too
They entice us into
A world of fantasy
Lure us with their curves
And ****** us to play romantic games

I was not the exceptional
I was too entangled in it's web
Craved to write love,
Lust, beauty and people
Which fade away as clock ticks

They transformed my words into fictional
Took me away from this natural world
I was flying in it's beauties
I was touching it's indelible curves
And went deep inside it's private parts

I fell from that sky on a starry night
Like a star that laminates more
Hit to the grounds of reality
The fragile fantasies were shattered
Made me alone in my story

The reality is bitter unlike the fantasy
It bites my bones, eats my head
Burns my soul and torments my heart
To write what is true
Despite of being ugly and *****

As I walk along the pavements
My heart is loaded with misery
The agony it has brought is completely a mystery
All I realized,
The writers whom I read were impotent to write this pain down

Dustbins are screaming for mothers
Pavements are starving for food
Brothel houses are moaning for their souls
Preachers are filling hatred
Politicians are serving agony

I want to weep
I want to write
I want to bleed

The body that I beautified over the years
Had eaten by unseen scavengers,
Left my soul lone and lost-
I found hardly few, crying, at my funeral
Few held me for days
Few for years in their memories
That faded, eventually, away like morning mist-
But when will my soul die?

Surya Teja M

I awoke from my sleep on a starry night;
It was old like my heart and quiet like my love,
The stars were huddling tight and twinkling bright,
I ambled to window sill and perched like a waffling owl.

I beheld-
Wind swirling, tree quivering
Clock ticking and waves swaying.

The tree gravitated me; quivering and rustling
Standing strong against its heart to fly-
Reminded me of my job of my young-hood;
Duties and desires waged war against and leaves fell apart.

Turned my eyes and swaying in the waves
They swayed me to the corners of happiness,
Resting me in the chasm of gloominess
It was like then me-
Walking on same path and dreaming for the wonders

Seconds hand in clock beat in my ears
Once, I loved creating, perceiving and pursuing
The freedom and independence I grabbed from choices
Allowed me to exist like me out of anxiety

The call was too late;
The breeze entered my dress,
Crept over my body,
Stalked me to death,
Decomposed my corpse,
Diffused my soul into the dust.