The wind ruffles,
The city sleeps.
This judgement isn't yours,
But is made to keep.
What does one wish?
Upon the eternal moon.
To wash away its sorrows,
With the rain of monsoon.

Dusk-
The remnant of the luminance,
After the body disbands into the sky.
Gloomy heart forever wounders,
How far you have reached this time?
Creating a fissure
You crumble through space and time.
In the loom of  treasured moments,
Beaded a sinful goodbye.

How far can this lone man reach?
Standing at the edge of the line.
It's a disease that shreds you from inside.
Periodic memories stern you back,
To the beginning of a finish line.
Here you are contemplating the deceived heart.
But these eyes would never be subjected to tears,
If it could depict the true meaning of being apart.

Words-
A beautiful symphony.
I see you write,
You're running out of the air to breathe.
If heaven could ,
That's how it would speak.
Watch how your pen twirls in your will.
I sit and gaze,
A mesmerizing sight.
Cosmos may collide,
But you would still write.
I look at my hands,
Could they ever write like that?
Blunt nib; broken stand.
Holding onto a crumpled piece ,
Between a finger gap,
Is where you and me stand.
I look at you,
And my gut gets thronged,
Words that could never reach my throat.
Words-
A beautiful symphony they are.
The artist and impression.
Colliding with a bang.

Truth:
They come with a lot of faces.
Those of the Black, Brown;
Blue and Green cases.
Nor could soak the lips,
Like the cherry wine.
Forbidden sweet,
The taste of the time.

The line, it was your favourite one,
I wrote and  I rewrote,
So you could say this is the one.

The biggest of the oak,
Couldn't shade the sun.
It was you and your smile,
So I wrote a line that became your favourite one.

Rainbows were nice,
But it was you who carried all the colours.

Softest eyes,
Dreamlike days,
The ocean- your favourite place.

Shined like the star,
But you were the moon.
You loved to dance in the rain.

It's bizarre how subtle the destiny is,
It's bizarre how the brightest burn out quickly.

You kissed a goodbye from a distant place,
I felt it come and sleep on my chest.

I can't forget you,
I won't forgive the lord.
Reminiscing it all on the back of my head.
At night, I am staring  awake,
So I could read you the line,
The one that was your favourite.

I watched the clouds.
A soft mumble the heaven echos for my lips.
Though I was pleased to hear its beckoning call,
But tonight I leave my baby for the sea.

Oh, my dearest,
I placed you so close for so long.
Afraid to let go,
I was hurting to move on.

But its time,
Oh yes, its time.
I sheltered within you,
With no roof on top of mine.

I will pave my  way,
Like you did with yours.
Walking through,
The garden of unknown.

I will try,
I will always try.
To cross this  river,
So I can reach the sea in time.

Through every morning,
And the dawning sunset.
I will remember,
Remember the strength.

The strength,
Beaming through those eyes.
Baby, that's how I survive.

With time,
Memories,
Abates at each phase,
But tonight I put my baby to rest.

Imagine an Image like that,
Above the translucent free-flowing water.
Beneath the colour of horizon.
It's you and your tinted green eyes,
Like an unhindered pearl, they would gleam tonight.
Agitated by this mixture of emotions,
I would take a pause and close my eyes.
A walk to touch your hand,
But would reach the soul that's inside.

Imagine an Image like that,
The air that fondled with my body,
Throwing itself deep into your lungs.
The chirping of the bluebirds,
Coherent to the flute playing our song.
A place with your favourite sunflower,
In the grassland filled with dandelion.
The story we could never tell,
Unfolding in this imperishable moment.

A journey that didn't end in the sky.
With our hearts pinned down to the earth,
Can you imagine an Image this time?