Shipwrecks
With empty pages
And a tattered quill
That never ages
Dry Air
Iced pain

I want to hide behind the laugh
In the crests and falls of the chapped sound
I want to traverse through the mind
Silently swagger and order the havoc
Caress the restless heart
The brewing storms

And curl up around
The wild forest of your head

I will make an empire in your heart
And every day and every night
When you embrace me
In between your wild and delicate
Nips and kisses
I will croon in to your neck
Breathing the scent of dawn and dusk
I will create an empire in your heart
As your frantic steady fingers
Dance on my body

I close my eyes
To see your tired eyes
And slouched shoulders
The whites Greys and black hairs
Tickle my chest
I will hold you as long
As i can

Craving for the
Final chords of your guitar strings ,
For the loud whispers in the rain
Cold feet and warm hands

Heart secretly wanting the burn
The fire that's set by pain

Miles Away
There is
Walking Breathing Dancing
Existing
And the Airs of mountains
Whisper around the sense of wholeness
As a soul calls out for mine
The way mine did last night

Decades Ago
Years Ago
Days ago
A brief mention of time ago
I lost count
I lost count of my heart breaks
Maybe i forgot to count
I see the flow and i believe it's a mirage
I see the pain , pain is time
Or maybe time is pain

Amidst the sound of
The sound of metal chains dancing
Of vehicles prancing
Of time gracefully passing
Of the leaves falling
Of hearts Swaying
The light permeating
I heard , she said , your wings fluttering

I hear you , she whispered, amidst the chaos of the world
You have been here longer than me

i would draw you
                               with a chapped charcoal ;the cheapest kind
i would paint you
                                with purple hair
                                          violet eyes
                                          green lips
                                          lavender teeth
                                          burgundy skin
                  hands outstretched in a beguiling teal
                  brows lifted in an audacious amber
                  with so much indigo behind you
(and i would smudge it all
until i see an explosion
of shades and hues and tones and lullabies)

Nights are stories
My granpa used to say
Look for them

Dragons, Fairies ,broken glasses ,
Tears , almond cookies , a single hand reached out , a Cheshire smile
You can see them all in the clouds
Look for them

Nights are stories
Live them when you are alive
Look up and see
My granpa used to say

In the fog
As our breaths
Reach out and couple
With wind we moved
With wind we stayed still
Temptation breaking the silence
The long awakened song
Finds her way amidst the fervour

Eyes and mind , mind and eyes

shadows were my allies ,
i played with the maybes ,
i laughed at the nothings ,
i scared off the questions ,
i pranced around in the green in the blue in the shady brown
used to
used to ,
once when i thought i saw a dragon in the alley and wished for a ghost

what is the colour of my blood
i see red and it reminds me i have a life to live
i see crimson reminding me of my responsibilities
i see dark bright and spreading red and it tells me of
               the history it want to imprint

The chagrin of losing incarnates itself
letting the heart drown and drench
in the pool of shattered hopes
All we left with are those paths we never took
should haves and if only s feeding on our self
and the music we embrace are the silent notes of agony
Welcoming pain as a reminder of being
blinded by the darkness of fate
The doors are open but all we see is the window thats closed
the chagrin never leaves the heart
squeezing out the reminders for a smile
the chagrin of losing kills the hope and
the dreams we adored will be turned to stone

On his knees
Head bent low
Withered lips whispered to the
Shaking earth
Blood seeped out of his heart
To the wet roots

The foliage prepared a eulogy
For the lonely warrior
With bleeding eyes
As he sang the song fo his life to
The roots of the willow
Red and green and red and green

And the wind carried the scent of his
Story
To a heart full of wild lillies
Far way
Amidst the greens and reds

It's cobalt and cerulean
Over the horizon
In an abysmal shadowless cave
Swaddled in thoughts
Of  Dancing in Zion

It's the rusted pain
That'll wither away
Misted by the flame
Of bygone days

It's the erratic
Yet steady beat
Like the music
The trees dance to .

The need to claw into the yesterdays
And hold and breathe .

I hate that
In the rhythm of your ecstasy
In the rawness of your craving
I became powerless
To ignore the hunger
That your eyes fed mine

I think I get
Why the crazy man said
The death of ME is not
The death of me
Its the Death of me
I just dont get
Why he laughed so loud
''Your ignorance and my reluctance''
He'd called the poem

It took a second
Thrashing of all my fears
Tired eyes wailed for the light

Chrysanthemums
On yellow topaz tomb stones
Half eaten garlands with grey scents
Sprawled on the viridescent foliage

Silent piteous accolades
And boisterous tears

An ode to a faithful life lived

The scars on his body
They looked like verses
She was tempted
To draw branches
With her lips

Who could blame her
For everyone yearns
For a willow on their body
........................................
Head bent
Eyes shut
Hands on the earth
Cloudless night
We create
A single story

I enjoy the beauty of
.                               the music of the silence
.                                the colours of black
.                                 the motion of the stillness
.                                  the eternity of heartbeat
For those beauty concealed and unseen are the most beautiful

i want to be singing like the nightingale
i want to be eternal like the pheonix
i want to be as fierce as the lion
i want to be as strong as the stone castles
i want be anything i'm not now
even if i'm happy now
then i want to laugh at those
who shed their name for being something they are not