Crystal castle of magical spells.
Unbothered by the winds that swell
Windows watched shadows-two;
Near that well.
I am dying in love...
A heaven like hell.
In the name of spirit.
I called upon—
A being antique.

It whispered
I saw that lyrical queen—
In the banquet – a musical unrest
I saw something unexplained.
A Soul -unfounded
My heart ready to exchange.

Music acted a theater—
The hall vetoed in its favour.
Violins on the beats
Trumpets on the strum.
Drums were the lead
The singers to hum...

Then, in a minutes few.
Flowers gazed —
The spectacular you.
Those shadows danced
Their heart out.
Without wearing their shoe.

No space;
On my scratched paper
And,
What to post more.
In these letters new.
Bygone is not gone.
Thy heart;
I melt for you...

On that rock...
I sat near the sea
Splashing water — salty and sour.
I saw your face—
In a way;
Not to hold you forever
But to feel you,
my restless feelings
Move to and fro
Like waves upon the shore—

I wrote your name over the sand...
Smiling crab crawled
All over the written land.
Flowers, pebbles,
Shells of pearls.
Wet clay
Brought back my love
Yearning —enlightened.
Yet submerged.

If roots were never buried;
trees would never grow.
If mountains were never tall;
Snow over them would never fall.

I have seen water flowing out like
Hidden fountains from the crevices
What am I to you?
What is Autumn to Fall?

Rivers, Ponds, lakes
All have your reflection.
What would be my role
In your life?

A thought that haunts me.
Like a social feed—
In my mind, it keeps to scroll.

Village roads accompany the farms
On the side.
Creating a painting for the creative.
Artist with a brush...
Am I the colour
Or just a crumpled paper
That you put me aside?

Unfettered— you want to be.
Though you have chained me
In my own thought.

A despair, A disguise.
A mountain scenery—
Where the sun settles itself.
Among these clouds in the sky.
Someday, will you tell me the difference
Between roots and sky?
To stand grounded
Yet to fly high

Sitting in this play room
I visualise these settings,
Googling my eyes around,
A place — Radder,
A flitted thought—
I am just a ladder.

Will you climb over me
And live your dreams?
Would you mind,
If I were to call you by
Tomorrow's dusk?
Or should I think
We are bound to dust?

Am I just a fluke
That you pitched but didn’t hit?
What am I to you—
A carrom coin to flick.

I know all that above is not true.
Overwhelmed with my own guilt
And mistakes a few,
I put my rue in your heart.

This faceless August
Rampaged our start.
I know I fall for you—
And that is true...

Sneaky fakes inbound.
Bleached love is now aghast,
Like a drink of husk.

For the mornings slow.
When your heart plays a gloomy show.
This thrill blends with comedy...
When the sun rains down the snow—
Did you ever see traffic among the clouds?
Honking thunder pretty loud.
Stars being the traffic pole
Twinkling symbols to move;
Not to stand and make a pout.
Imaginative love flew together
Beneath the sky—
Golden wings glitter with light.
scooping air like ice.
Spring water flowing through
I saw fishes dance in a pond;
Sweetened with honey dew.
I watched shakespeare scribbling a netflix
Show...
Fast but not furious—
A musical of a pro.
Again in dream...
I slept in reality
Zoning in, yet away from regularity...
My mind bleeds longings
My heart talks logic in brutality.
I am breathing a different kind of versatility.
Lines break like snowflakes.
Soul aches;
Did you find something annoying?
It is my poetic personality...

Travelling in a cab
On that dark night—
We drove on a road
which did move along with us.
Side to side
Left to Right.
Watching shadows of the crying rain.
Sobbing on the glass of those windows
The overwhelming nature's refrain.

The image was only visible to the light passing by...
I was sitting with passengers- two.
While the winds were gossiping their rue
Trying to read my old novel;
Adjusting my phone's faint light.
In that silence of the dark.
Which stood disturbed by the lightening spark.
I heard wipers swish, steady and strong.
Were they whispering your name all along?

How they knew that I was hiding myself
In those sentences?
The thrilling commas, those dreamy tenses.

Unable to gauge
my home from my lenses.
Dear Heart, how these weak eyes will measure
Our chances from her fleeting glances?

I travelled back into those moments lived.
Hidden cells within my stained heart.
Pushing wheels up the hill.
My Drizzled thoughts— I watched them swinging
Up and down on a windmill.

By the time
I could scribble my mind's tangled epiphany
I reached my home and deboarded the cab.
Waving off to my unfinished symphony.

Why?
Music of this rain
Sounds like the rustling leaves.

Why do your tears still
flow from my face?
A shunned scenery.

I was going to erase your glimpses
From my mind.
But that portrait...
Keeps relaying itself on rewind.
To pay for my misdeeds;
I lost my smile—

With my brimming, grave face.
I will live my life without a humanly grace.
Without a doubt
Without a trace.

Unaware of your misery.
I kept writing those tiring words
Out of my merciless dictionary.

My condolences —
For still holding your memories
Like a vision of an ungrateful visionary.

But if you still confirm
Our love's daunting mystery.

Then, every drop that touches
this Earth.
Will fulfill destiny—
Like those monks of that monastery.