Who is alone?

I saw someone asking somebody else,
unknown, over the phone.

Who is alone?
Away from the topic—
Off the scene.

Horses of my mind
started galloping—
jumping over the
fence: thin and lean.

Who is alone?
That tree in front of me,
sheltering others under his wide,
wig-like twigs.
Seldom whistles to winds,
a fact in a mystical tone.

Who is alone?
A dog cast away from his fleet,
astray from birth,
sleeping on this ***** street.

Who is alone?
A guy sitting in a tea stall
with some strangers—
figuring out who is real
or who is fuming up a
fluke—a cloud of smoke?

Who is alone?
The one who has lost something,
or the one who is confused between,
"What is this end? Or is it a beginning?"

Famous or infamous,
unidentified to renowned.
Is any being in this world ever alone?
Then who is not,
is the question
that I pondered when he asked it
on the phone—

Who is alone?
Who is alone?

Closing the lid of my laptop;
I prepared my eyes for a nap—
Thinking about you and me.
I lurked to watch that old snap.

That table lamp
A gift of yours—
Emitting moon-like light
Singing a lullaby,
So I can sleep tight.

But to the contrary
I saw these words
Were flying very near—
I watched them paragraphing
In front of my head.
Styled imagery like a picture
On a mirror.

In my dreams,
We build a castle
From this crumbled clay.

A random dream on a
Random day.

Echoes of psalms
Moulding our fears
Into something like salvation
From far away.

Frowning over my bedside...
Over this strange meme
Am I the only reader of my thoughts
Who talks to poetry?

Maybe, some words from you;
Sending me into wild
Exaggeration.
This is my one-page tale of
My untamed imagination.

You seize that moment
Sending carnival of life
To flee.

Lazing around my pillow,
I hallucinate the sea.

My yearning—naive yet uncaved,
A vivid picture of a love-like shape,
Envisioned tapestry of vision
Lived all along,
A loop that I don't want to escape.

I watched the fallen bloom;
I saw that rejoice.
Ringing still in my ears,
I listen to that musical voice.
Strummed lyrics—a splendid choice.

A prayer, a poem,
A flower to blossom,
A statue colossal,
A moment of proposal,
A will to create,
A power to unravel.

And why do memories behave like waves?
Like the lines depicting a cliff;
A child painting on a stand,
Little paint on paper—
More on hands.

Unable to conclude,
Unable to end.
Forgetful fleetings—
Hymns buzzing bells,
I kept hearing those wind chimes,
Turning this wind, this breeze
Into an eloped spell.

Even after this immersive experience,
If you ask me to explain myself,
I will just say I am fine,
With some rawness,
Flashing it back:
Loop of my willful time.

As a scribbler of a rhyme
I seek inspiration.
Transitioning theme to theme
On my bed,
Tossing and turning.
An unknown desire - a yearning.
Nothing to the point
It seems—
And being a bit aggressive.
I wrote this meaningless slam—
A poetic sham.

Wrestling with
an unsolved puzzle
My ranting fingers
Are up for a hustle
In order to dribble words
Leading a ball to the basket
Do you know why they put
Humans in a casket?

In the search of beauty,
Images on pages—
Something up on the surface,
Something buried somewhere
since ages.

What a desperation?—
Gasping air- yes are my aspirations
Sometimes within limits,
Sometimes past exaggerations.

I lost my patience—
Vexed by vivid salutations
I dream a delusion
with no feasible conclusion

What is this gibberish slang?
without a thought—
Some madcap lyrics
for a chaotic gang.

Making head listen to the sound—
Banging like that character
Ed, edd and fred
Unimaginative and dumbfounded,
Sitting on my knees
I was able to write just a word
With an aching frown;
My thoughts on a freeze.

I will wait for you.
The question is to you
Whether you say yes or no?
I will orbit around like the moon does
to earth.
Never to hit around your path
only to be steered by your torrents—

You say, "you are just here for my verses"
I say, "I am my verses"
The ones which always speak of you
The wrenched answer
of your question—unveiled

The pretense of your forgetfulness.
Whatsoever I will still call you —
My highness.
My yieldings on a barren field.

Cloud on this blue sky
feels this dryness.
Apparent and sudden—
My eyes will still search for you—
In pictures, in books and
even in dead flowers.
In a quest of a gaze
They seek beauty
In your prominent grace

And now, everything pacing fast
Something in me is off the hook.
It's off the chest .
I lost a precious coin
from a fortune crest

What does the wind say?

I am a companion of the rain.
I will caress your adoring
ephemeral pleasures
and disdain—

A messenger who conveys;
Not in words, but by touching your nerves,
your senses.

When you find me snowy or dry,
Flaming hot, or cool and sly,
I am a saviour of your fire,
Who twirls the storms
higher and stronger.
Yet eminent slayer
Of this humble flare.

I came into this moment—a fickle spirit
to endure longer.

For I am just a medium,
A follower of the one who
Dwells in you—
The one who blooms the earth—
from the sky.

For life;
We came on earth,
To try what would be.
Gloominess or mirth.
An overwhelming response
of nature.
Or wrath set forth
To be living and let live.

Every form of life,
Green, blue, white and brown.
We all know these pronouns—
They are
bound by stories intertwined,
strange and similar,
as outcomes align.

I am writing a free verse
Not because I am out of rhyme.
But for the cause of disruption
That you feel;
When you think about time.

Time - the unpreached
lord of everything.
A ghat road;
which aligns and declines
Your destiny.

Destiny which is only known to
your ticking wrist watch.
A metronome,
Teaching you beats
to dance.
To reach your purpose
still undefined.
Moving arms of this
Motionless time.