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953 · Jun 2019
The lone catamaran
YAYATHI Jun 2019
Abandoned at a sandy beach,
Bleeding sunlight through the countless cracks,
I , a lone catamaran,
Stared at the infinite ocean.

The sun is coming down.
The seagulls are flying to eternity.
The lighthouse far away has started blinking
And the winds are returning home.

Gone are the days of stormy adventures.
So, are the laughters on the day of good catch.
I miss the uncertainties of tempest,
And the ballads of ******.

A sunset is the most poignant moment in the life.
All your memories out there to enchant you,
Life is all frolicking around you,
And you stare soulless, into a receding red ball.

I yearn to break free of this inaction
Push away the stack of stones holding me back.
And glide down the wet slippery sands
Out into the frothing foam of life.

Let me float anchorless where the ocean takes me.
Let the storm toss me up in the air
Let the waves batter my hull
Let me capsize in the blue salt water.

And then.... there would be peace.
Its monsoon in my part of the world. One day during my morning stroll I saw this catamaran parked ashore. It oozed solitude and melancholy

The next day I saw that the wild sea has taken it and  it had capsized and was being tossed around in the waves. A sudden sense of empathy gripped me
891 · Jun 2019
I am you
YAYATHI Jun 2019
I wanted to swim
the ocean that is you

I wished to travel
The road that is you

I longed to spend my solitude
In the woods that's you

I yearned to cleanse myself
In the waterfall that is you

And finally i wanted to leave the world
On the wooden cross that's you

Many times I wished to run to you
but a good part of me held me back
And I sipped the moonlight thinking of you

I am not the embodiment of your soul
Nor I am the yin of your yang
But I realise now,
that I am you
I am you.
Passion Love Oneness
735 · Jun 2019
Secret
YAYATHI Jun 2019
Of all the secrets I kept from you,
The most sweet one was my love for you.
524 · Jun 2019
Body sans soul
YAYATHI Jun 2019
I am the body sans its soul
I am dressed in fancy work attire
I glow like any gentleman's body
I look like the master of my world

I step into the ergonomical work world
Only that in real it's a glass walled Colosseum

There is a Caesar up there in a throne
There are lot of cheers for me
But at the end of the day
I am just a slave dressed up as gladiator

The arena is set; mud covers yesterday's blood
Gods of the sky, be around
Soak up my sweat if I live through the day
Soak up my blood, if I dont make it that way.

The fight is on, villains galore
Sometimes they are the warriors dressed up in gold
Some times they are the monstrous beasts thirsty for my blood
Either ways it is a battle for life and bread.

The day is coming to close..
Doesn't matter whether I win or lose
I end up kneeling down
At the end of Caesar's throne

What will the Caesar do now?
Doesn't matter any how
I have to return here tomorrow
Without my soul in tow
503 · Jun 2019
A night, by the lake
YAYATHI Jun 2019
Up there in the mountains, a mighty lake
Lies near the Valley of flowers.

Let me carry you there
It takes a day's trek.

Let's start a bonfire to match
our burning desire.

Let me wrap my hand around your hips
And we will stare at the endless horizon.

Let the lake envy your eyes,
As it can't match the depth

There I will plant a peck on your cheek,
A cheek as spotless as the lake surface .

Lie me on your lap dear, let me wrap my hand Around your waist and kiss your navel.

Bend down and kiss me, my dove.
Let me suckle the warmth of your lips

Let's put out the bonfire
And let the passion burn the night.

Let's live the life of an eternity.
In that night of perpetual bliss.
327 · Jun 2019
New year wishes
YAYATHI Jun 2019
An year is born
And my wishes galore

I wish to be the swirl
Of a whirling dervish

I wish to be the fingers
of a classical pianist

I wish to be the
melodious wind off a flute.

I wish to be the melting glacier
of the mighty Himalayas

I wish to be the Dew on
the first day of Spring

I wish to be her unlocked hair
when she blossoms in my passion

I wish to be the sweat on her *****
after the wildfire I set is settled.

I wish to be my unfulfilled desires
For they are the best of me.
189 · Nov 2019
Hostage.
YAYATHI Nov 2019
And again, I find myself in that familiar territory.
A bed of rocks.
Woods full of plant of thorns,
And rivers of tears.

Its all serene when you look from outside
But a fierce battle rages within.
A battle without winners or losers.
A battle without sides.

Oh, the inexplicable, unreasonable, abominable pain!
How you unsettle me,
But how I can't live without you.

Like a sharp arrow digging deep into the flesh
You dig well into my spirits.

But yet, I have started loving this.
I want no potion to get rid of you.

You are the perpetuity of my being
Those brief moments of joy are a glitch.

Oh the inexplicable, unreasonable,
abominable pain!
How  I can't live without you.
I find myself in the grip of that familiar, abominable claws of regressive depression. And somehow I find a hostage to it. A hostage with Stockholm Syndrome
144 · Jul 2020
The Time machine thing
YAYATHI Jul 2020
The time machine thing..  dear.. the time machine thing
142 · Nov 2020
Swan Song!
YAYATHI Nov 2020
Have u heard the final calling of the Cuckoo
Before the sun sets.

Have you heard the eerie wind  blowing
In the most derelict of the ruins

There is a sense of loss.
There is that painful understanding of no return.

And here it is
My Swan song, I decide to write no more

My best words always  followed
The worst of my pain.

Now there cant be more of this.
I stare at the abyss.. the dismal darkness

This was a world where I shed my masks.
This was a stage, where I stood stark naked.

Now there cant be more of this.
I stare at the storm.. like a crumbled piece of paper

And before I leave this stage, I would like to announce
Life is "an ugly son of *****"

Here is it my folks
Here is  my swan Song, I decide to write no more
I decide to write no more. This will be my last piece of poetry.
YAYATHI Aug 20
The love is so silent inside me

The loneliness is roaring

The dreams are so dead like a Shakespearean tragedy

The nightmares flourish

— The End —