Early morning rain
parched air
a soothing silence.
Only sounds of
drip drip drip
from somewhere.
As I peek out
of a rusty window
I see
morning rituals
of local villagers.
Slowly,
with each sip of tea
I gulp acceptance.

She came like a tornado
uncontrollable,
untameable
and took me to places
I never thought would exist,

only to leave me there
with blurred memories
and with whatever she left
of me.

The old man mumbles in a dying voice
had my sons been alive.

A tear wells in the daughter's eyes.

She pours a spoon of water in his mouth
and wipes his lips and her eyes.

Having lit the pyre of his three sons
he was willing to barter his daughter's life
if that made God grant him another son
and here is the daughter by his bedside
feeding, cleaning and even shaving him
her only prayer to God being to save his life
bartering her entire means.

Outside the thunder cracks the sky
and she spreads a tarpaulin over the bed.

my son laments the father.

Inside her is no cover for rain.

Oh Gravity,
Take me with you
Void me of all emotions
Oh Gravity,
Let me free
Detach me from these strings
Break the chains that bind me
Oh Gravity,
Help me forget
Give me a moment of peace
Oh Gravity,
Devour the melancholy in me
Drown me in your emptiness
Oh Gravity,
Put out the fire in me
Erase the darkness within me
Pull me away from these shadows into the world of light
Oh Gravity,
Let me sink
Let me disappear
Oh Gravity,
Take me away from here...

Don't let your demons savour the taste of your every thought..
Don't let your love for black take you to the abyss of darkness..
Don't let your love for blue plunge you into misery..
Don't let the beautiful night sky make you oblivious to the day..
Don't dream with the moon that hides within it the cadence of melancholy..
Don't be the artist who paints her life with shades of death..
Don't be the poet who writes of love with hatred..
Don't be me...

Tears run down my cheeks
As I watch the flames swallow my words..
The words which I wrote to burn..
Wishing for the sorrow to burn with it..

As I gaze at flames dancing,
Ur eyes flash before me.
The last glance before I left
Not knowing it was goodbye..

The words I forgot to say..
The words I kept for later..
Thinking we had forever....

And now I wish I had one last moment ...
For the goodbye I never said ..
For the smile that didn't play on my lips ..

As the flames devour the last bit of my words
As the last tear drops,
I say,
Adieu, my friend
Adieu...

I sat across the river of misery,
And stared at the moon that loved thee..
The ocean of blue that fills ur eyes
Had once drowned my heart with waves of love...
Now as I drift through the oblivion...
Those eyes tear me apart....
And the debris of my heart remains,
Scattered into the emptiness...
Along with me,
suffering the fate of loneliness.....

A spark was born into the world,
In the darkest of shadows,
Abandoned, uncared for.
  The birth of life with death ..
The coldest of the winds blew
And the auburn leaves quivered,
As the two hooded figures approached..
   One taller than the other,
Claded in black, swaying ..
His eyes, two pits of horrifying darkness,
The utter desolation..
And his scythe by his side...
    The other, swift and elegant,
The cold reverberating through him,
His eyes, empty, void, numb
And yet more terrifying..
    The tallest of them paused,
Pacing towards the aura of life
Within the explicit darkness..
His friend strode by,
For he waits for none ...
    Alone in the dark woods,
Stood the taller of the two
And held within his hands,
The light that had drawn him;
Life wrapped in a cloak ..
    The azure in her eyes pierced
through his pits of darkness ..
He knew he shouldn't feel again,
That he needed to let go ..
  For the darkness allured even the purest of hearts,
But as we often fail to realise, light allures the darkness too ...
    As her eyes stared into his, unblinking,
So fragile yet so fierce, He was rooted ..
For she had awakened the soul in him,
Long dead, rotten ...
As he held her tight, staring at the moonlit sky,
He wished that his friend shall never return ..

Eves of love and laughter passed by,
The other friend was almost forgotten ..

That night, as she held his hands, while they watched the beautiful pearls that lit the sky ..
Dread filled him as it had never before,
For he felt his presence, closer and closer,
His friend was coming ...
  
He held her tight,
The night became the coldest of winter nights ..
The friend stood there,
The time had come ...
He begged for mercy, but those bitter eyes knew none.
The fate was decided and the choices made,
The taller of the friends stood up,
Raised his scythe and striked ...
                  Au revoir
And he walked away, ****** and broken.
He shut himself into the darkness,
Chained his soul so as to never break free,
He vowed not to feel again ..
The azure in her eyes buried deep,
Along with his despair ..
      For this was who he was,
   Death, the despicable death ..

He waited for his friend to arrive,
The life of another was to be taken.
He waited ...
         For he was Death,
         And Death waits for Time,
         But Time waits for none ...

As I am chased across this meaningless journey,
                   Tired of the duplicity of life,
           Wounds from the past open up
                 The inescapable past...
                         Haunting me..
       The reverberating pain, the despair...
                        Sinking into me ...
       The seeds of desolation are sown deep inside of me,
            The wounds of life, the ineludable truth ,
                          And the Bandages ..
         The bandages that sealed them away,
    The bandages that hid them in the blackest pits of my heart ..

But now, they are torn apart ..
And the wounds sprung up
And I bend myself in remorse and beg for solace ..

Yet I continue along this painful path ,
Seeking for the sole purpose of my journey,
Redemption ..