Soft hush
a lilac hush,
spilling from heaven’s cufflinks.

Dust-throated wind,
draped in violet lace,
forgets how to whisper.

Once,
a petal kissed my wrist,
feather-light, sugar-spun.
(It melted before I could love it.)

Beneath the boughs
time folds like an origami swan.
A child presses footprints into fallen silk,
calls for lullabies.

Glittering
a secret only the butterflies know,
written in ultraviolet sighs.

Stay.
Stay.

But the season is shifting,
jacaranda knows no permanence.

A lilac hush
soft hush
dissolving into sky.

What draws me in, to this?

Is it love, or something twisted—
Said a mother to her daughter
It's so hard to tell the difference

                            But please;
                                     I need to know the difference

"
I didn't understand then
And I won't pretend to know much more now;
All I can do is try to not be angry
                          
                            And at that, I'll fail.
                                                           ­        But I'll learn

"
I used to believe in the world, with an innocent infatuation for its goodness

Now I believe, with a knowing compassion for its faults

...

I think things that are perfect are easy to love;

         We meet God in our love for that which is not

you cannot just walk in and out of my life.
I am not a door.
I am not a robot, so do not treat me as if my feelings don't matter, because I'm human, not anything else.

You still do to me
what spring does
with the cherry trees

you do it
in every season
my spring
all year long

What if two souls of symphonic stanza
With hearts full of haikus' hope
Met right here on Hello Poetry
By reading what the other wrote.

They'd send messages of meter
With affectionate allusions
This couldn't get any sweeter
Free verses with no conclusion

A poem crafted with emotions true
Was sent to one of the two last night.
It wants to say, "I love you more than words."
But instead reads, "I love the way you write."

They'll figure out in time that they're meant to be together
And I am sure that they'll make the cutest couple(t) ever!

The Death of Desire

The arson of my dreams was set by me.
A brilliant blood orange glow.
Down an abandoned wreckage road.
Night and her dark velvet invitations.
Fuel my gasoline Lamentations.
A self inflicted burn, gives desire a final
blistering yearn.
Hope and wishes compose optimism's
lather.
But dreams are now dead blackened cadavers.

Dear god,
For all i have went through
I have no clue,
For why i have suffered
While not being heard,
You turned a blind eye
Letting my cries fade by,
You ignored my pleas
While i was on my knees,
Begging for you to take me
For which you never agree,
I wonder what i still have to see
In this world filled with misery.

The line between madness,
The line between normality,
The price to pay for loneliness;
I ought to pay with sincerity.

In a world of madness,
The normal are insane,
The right are arcane,
And the abused are ridiculed by sadness.
I ought these days to go aflame,
For now, my madness, needs no blame.

My best friend has a big place in my heart
He's a lost soul but it's only temporary
A fighter
He's been through so much
I admire and love him
As crazy as I am
I'll always be there for him
He reminds me of me as a boy
The only person who understands me
The only real person in my life

Is not easy,
You have to give in to your will.
41/3/2025

Oh dark eyes
With skin sagging mounts
Feed me your love
If you would remain open.

Cherish your soul
It's tired and dark
I'll feed it my love
If I could bear witnessing it.

Curtains closed
In your bedroom
And I would knock
If you would answer.

You should open your eyes
Open your soul
Open your window.
Because I would give you a world's worth of love.

The flower needs rest,
so winter tucks it beneath the earth,
letting it sleep until spring.

The sun needs rest,
so the clouds and rain embrace it,
shielding its warmth for another day.

We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.

So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.

You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.

Thank God we’re only young once.
.
.
Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter

And then I sit on the branch of a tree, and things don't seem so bad.

A     n acrostic
C     an be challenging
R     efining words into patterns
0      f different meanings
S     o we can see the world
T     o be open to new ways of seeing
I       f we've a mind to
C      onsider it so

even after i lose my voice,
i will miss you in my bones.
even after my bones are ground to dust,
i will miss you in my flesh.
and when that flesh rots to feed the flowers
that grow above my skeleton,
and the child that will inhale the perfume
of my longing
will know that you are missed.

breathe
do you feel your lungs expanding?
do you feel you chest rising?
open
open your eyes
do you see the sun?
the moon?
the stars?
the clouds?
all of them were made for you
you
wonderful
       beautiful
                lovely
                                ­           YOU
sincerely,
someone who cares

Women being watched

when they enter, nervously --


cling to their handbags.

you rip apart the seams of this family
you are a hurricane and we are the destruction in your wake
you are a wildfire and we are burned
you are an earthquake but you aren't the one rattled
you have caused mass destruction and singed everyone you touched
you hate us
you natural disaster

प्यार
जब एक जादूगर
सरीखा
लगने लगता है ,
तब जीवन
अत्यंत मनमोहक और
सम्मोहक
लगने लगता है,
इसका
जीवन में होना
मादकता का
कराने लगता है
अहसास,
आदमी का अपना होना
लगता है
भीतर तक
खासमखास।

किसी के जीवन में
प्यार की बदली
बरसे या न बरसे।
यह सच है कि
यह हरेक को
लगती रही है
अच्छी और सम्मोहक।

अहसास
प्यार का
जीवन घट में
कभी झलके या न झलके।
यह सच है कि
हरेक इस की चाहत
अपने भीतर
रखता रहा है,
यह उदासीनता की
कारगर दवा है।
इसकी उपस्थिति मात्र से
मन का नैराश्य
पलक झपकते ही
होने लगता है दूर !
बल्कि आंतरिक खुशी से
बढ़ जाता है नूर !!
यही वजह है कि सब
इसके लिए
लालायित रहते हैं,
इसकी प्राप्ति की खातिर
सतरंगी स्वप्न बुनते रहते हैं।
कोई कोई
इसकी खातिर ताउम्र
तरसता रह जाता है।
वह प्यार के जादू से
वंचित रह जाता है।
पता नहीं क्यों
प्यार एक जादूगर बनकर
कुछ लोगों के जीवन में
आने से रह जाता है ?
उनके हृदय में
हरदम कोहराम
मचा रहता है।
खुशकिस्मत हो!
जो यह जीवन में
अपनी उपस्थिति का
अहसास करा रहा है ,
तुम्हें और आसपास को
अपनी जादूगरी के रंग ढंग
सिखला रहा है ,
जीवन को सार्थक दिशा में
सतत् ले कर जा रहा है।
३०/०३/२०२५.
(मूल विचार ०७/०७/२००७ ).

a circle,
              (closed).

arms reach,
stretch,
but never
quite
touch.

    infinity spins  
                round —  
      no end, no start,  
                  but always moving.  

everything and nothing,
twirl,
dance —
a waltz of wisp and weight.

light glows,  
              soft, gentle,  
                         (but distant).  

the edges blur —
you almost see it,
almost touch it—
                                  but then it's gone,
                                              slipping —

           through cracks.  

completion?
or is it
just a loop —

                   a never-ending spiral?

    your place is here,  
                                        (but not yet).  
                   not yet.  

  the world,  
                  the world —  
         is beyond,  
                       above,  
                   inside.  

in every step,
                       every breath —
is the world.

                   you can see it.  
                   (you almost touch it.)  
     but it’s already gone.  

(it was never there.)  

    but you are.  

      spinning.  
             forever
                   waiting.

To be a friend ..
Some stories , I must believe,
Some nights , I must not sleep,
Some calls ,I must weep,
Some days , I must argue.
Some places, I must fight.
Some times , I must let go,
But at the dawn of life,
When I have few breathes left in me,
I must remember them..
And with a smile.....Sleep.

Two souls,
one fate.

Loving each other,
like no one ever has.

Loving so intensely,
only to break apart.

Until they realized,
they weren’t meant to be.

They understood,
they were just the path.

The path to something greater.

They made a promise—
not in this life,
but in the next,
they wouldn’t let anything tear them apart.

The next life
would be their second chance,
where love would finally win.

This time,
it just wasn’t enough.

Darling,
I toss this coin
into the fountain of that place
I long to return to.

Was reality,
created
found
Forged
Forced
Or was it naturaly
Explanatory?
Was it or is it ..
You have to disprove it ....
Or if not ....
Then it is what it is ...
I t  I  s

I'm running
Trying to catch peace that never arrives
Hiding between shadows
So I don't have to remember

I'm running
Erasing footsteps in exhaustion
Convincing myself
That distance will make the pain smaller
But the farther I go
The more real it becomes

No one is chasing
Except the truth keeps waiting
That it wasn't you I left behind
It was me.

Then I stop
Let the heart hurt
Let the pain speak
I won't run anymore