The cinematography, the imagery,
Visualizations, animation,
Those slow takes as the rain falls over the window
Behind which a girl rests her head
Looking out with dreamy eyes
Eyes, holding watery stories of a beautiful past

The door slams shut and
Out she comes
With winged feet and summer skin
Living in her head, she walks down by
Looks up above and smiles at the sky
She closes her eyes and the camera it shoots
How the sunshine falls on her eyelashes
Down, a perfect zoom in
Onto her lips hazed with tiny particles of light air

He blindfolds her eyes
Walks her gently all the way
The coldness increases and the noise reduces
More
He takes his hands off her eyes
And up she stares
with lips apart and stunned feet
At the gazillion stars chilled and silver
Against a black night
He smiles
covering her up from behind
with warm hands.

The rest of the night.

You have long ago dived into my ocean
And all the treasures you discover, you kindly give it to me.
But did I ever ask you, honey, can you breathe?

"It's not the treasure.
It's the dive.
I love your depth.
Hauntingly beautiful."

The way you cut through my surface
And make your way deep down endlessly,
Has stirred those parts of me
which have long ago fell asleep.

Expressive Silence.

And yes, your implosive silence
Yes, your beautiful grief,
They drug my mind so high
Until I come to you for the heal.

Tall palm trees swaying to the summer breeze
Do ye hear the wailing of the Zamindar's dog?
Peasants watering the fields, their struggles to cease
The scent of the wet soil and the morning fog.

Laughing alongside the silent river those women
Sparkly doe-shaped eyes, balancing a *** on their heads
To a confident rhythm their bare hips sway, raw beauty doesn't hide
Bending over to fetch water under the scorching sun overhead.

Frowning at the tropical summer fate
Young men walking behind the gloomy cattle
One haughty whip whack on the animal's back
They move on through the peaceful village rattle.

People witness the first rays of the sun
They continue to work even after the days choke
Dancing to the tunes of sheer simplicity
Live the wise and healthy village folk.

I wish to study every point on your surface area
Let me rationally master your geometry
You prove your own stated theorems
And I love you like the salt loves the sea.
Our equation has no solution
No particular angle of elevation
Lost in all those likely probabilities
Your place in my heart has no substitution.
Your graph work and figures make no sense
Before the volume of love in my heart
You are as confusing as Algebra can get
And I tried ever so hard.
Your imaginary roots and relations,
Beautifully intersecting truth and lies
Your complex imperfections I adore
Pain from within fills my eyes.
I must admit that I never understood why
We were never collinear or side by side
The distance between you and me is parallel
I know, but I don't know why.

When you sharply stare at nothing but midair
Unseeing into the particles of space,
When you let your thoughts drizzle down upon you
In spite of the mess that you are a part of,
When you recap your life till yesterday
Those haunting memories you keep thinking of,
Smiling at some, skipping the ghostly ones
Moving restlessly and touching yourself;
These five seconds of blankness
When you stare at nothing but midair
Can either build you up stronger than before
Or tragically destroy all that you are
You know the odds, you know how to win over your thoughts
But you play with the loudest of your emotions anyway.

Enchanting mountains, enchanted eyes
Platinum Everest against the skies
Bolts of thunder deadly bright
Hold her till she bleeds tonight.
In the wind, purple lanterns glow
Shine, glimmer, all lights go
Hush, you Sculptor
Carve me out of stone
You, Mister sculptor,
Hold your sculpture close.
Inside, is what you hold a beating heart
Or stars crashing into the sea?
You are the thunderstorm at night
Whose touch like thunder faints me to sleep.

The stardust would settle
The moon and the sun would become one
I hope all my questions have found the answers
The day I would evaporate into the skies
The day this soul of mine would become an ***** of nature
The day darkness would settle onto me
The day my bones are ashes
The day I would get all that I have been asking for
Silence, darkness, peace.


I would still live on
This heart would beat forever
The rhythmic melody would still play
Like a faint radio tape behind my cold mind
I would still be painting colors behind my closed eyes
I would still cry a million times
I would still greet you your first good morning
My soul would still find shelter in you
Even buried under this earth I would breath
Because these make me who I am.

A time will come when I'm barren inside.
Every sound would remind me that I am hopeful

I am rain, hoping for shelter
I am the running breeze. Screaming, unabashed.
I would confess all those ugly truths,
about living and loving and forgetting
and be fearless, senseless.
aimless, being
just for the sake of being

Silver fog
the stairs wet
knock knock
would you let
the winter enter
your door
would you let her
swallow the floor
underneath your toes
collapsing into her heart
would you meet her there
waiting in the womb of silence

the stillness
of this innocent gloom

of the lanterns silently gazing at the open field, wet,
swaying
as the slow evening whispers, sighs
waiting for the sky to fall back into the sea

I'm sitting here
on the wet wooden stairway
and thinking of you

His eyes are blue even
though they're as black as
a rainy night
I look at him and feel the rot inside my chest,
the imperfections of my habits
I lie bare before him
and he watches with care
and says
you are the moon of my night

It's early morning when he opens those gorgeous eyes,
Black and beautiful, precious and shying away
Early birds twitter, early lovers kiss
With faded early moons in their eyes
Burning, their thirsty lips, pale their fingertips
Coyly around his neck her wrist
and The forest breeze has woken up
Wailing like an infant, softly into the air
Who said love is a quiet bud in the bloom?
It's a wolf screaming with desire
And gratitude and coldness
It's that cave somewhere deep into the woods
Which you'll find,
and enter,
and wonder how you've ended up there.

Dearly beloved, I know you do not exist
Among the walking people and the cement walls,
My love is insane, the lover is fixed
Someone unreal, a rose without thorns.

Dearly beloved, you are a work of Art,
Art itself, the universe since the very start
How fluent your silence is,
The moon up there is your heart.

Dearly beloved, your existence is abstract
Yet I feel your breath on my face,
Your fingers on my skin, your warm smile,
A union purely spiritual and divine.

You are the platinum of the clouds above,
Clarity of the turquoise waters,
The whispers of the empty night,
The orange horizon just before dawn.

Then, what am I doing down here?
Take me into your comforting arms
Then I think, how can I lose you
When I never had you from the start?

Dearly beloved, wake me up from this slumber
Show me the way through this forest fire.
Anything but don't make me ask again,
What is this and where am I?

Sing to me the song of my winter dreams
Gently run your fingers through my hair
Hold me when I tremble out of fear
You are my world, right now and here.
Come to me the closest you can
Until your hypnotizing scent lingers upon me
Until all I can think about is your divinity
Until the sound of your heart beats with mine.
Dive into the nothingness of my deep black eyes
Let your beautiful smile rid me of my deepest fears
Stun me into the crazy palace of my dreams
A kiss on my forehead as I smile in my sleep.
The sky is starry and delightfully moonlit
Even in my dreams, you are a magical sight
Treasure me in your arms like you mean it,
And whisper to me the softest good night.

Eyes which hide a desperate soul
Wanting something which no human had hold
He bothers not but he does care
Accepting honesty which is just not fair
Like a magician out of thin air,
Art and himself, an undying bond they share.
His past was too eventful; I call it history
The present, tangled in deep deep mystery
The astronaut of his dreams, a fortunate trader
He chooses not the sound of 'grey', he uses 'silver'.
He is disappointment accompanied by gratitude
Everything beautiful is his soul's food
Blessed with the gift of true goodness,
An impartial admirer of undying passion and natural clue
He is the healer of his solitude,
He is the silence which married vacuum's mood.

Wherever his thoughts sail him to
Whichever land his heart chooses to move to
Whatever beauty his eyes seek to find
There,the wildest of the worlds his soul grew.
There is nothing which would trouble the wanderer
Yet, I see there is something too.
More than this world around him, he is stronger
The wanderer wails only because of the universe within,
The wanderer is used to wandering,
He walks blindly with pain inside, beauty beside,
Love on his mind, peace struggling with reality
He knows that he's the only person who can help him
Unlock the treasures of golden nature,
Shining shyly like dreamy drops of silver dew.

Scraped till bled, alive after they have her dead
To be left alone, she dreams of silence
At the foot of the lunatic's hill
With the mangy beasts of the wild
Which won't let you live they tell her.
They tell her their many many stories
With conclusions and morals
As she looks up at the ravens in the sky.
Hopeless.
Isn't she?

Let go of yourself.
Feel the free flow,
     the free fall,
     fearless like a feather
You are the artist
      of your own destiny
The sculptor of your own beauty.
Let go of yourself
      and flow
      not with the wind,
      because you are the wind itself
Let go of everything,
      and observe.
Each color, a new dimension.
Each second, a new experience.

Last night his eyes asked me
How it feels in here, inside me
I bit my lip, how do I answer,
The same way he has asked?
Sending silent waves through
this darkness?

Light scares me away
So I rest in his custody all day
While his palms lightly cover
my eyes as he closes his
Maybe that is why
Even orange days seem like blue nights

And when the true night falls,
Even the early dusk is a cold black midnight.
I've never felt cold when he holds me.

When the world is dozing off
And the street lights slowly drain away, I just smile.
I embrace the eternal darkness
For being the ocean sheltering my soul.
I come out of this body of mine
And look down upon myself.
A human girl against this human race,
Singing out to them her song of realization,
A melancholy of golden morning wisdom.
But only, her voice is silence.
And when I dawn into my body again late midnight,
I realize how much devotion I have for you.
Purely spiritual, divine love and wise faith.
You are a blessing, and I realize it every night as I rest.

the night is falling onto me
and my eyes stare at the descending blackness
that first frost touches my eyelash
and I shut them close,
collapse back into the
womb of death

morning's here
and I have nothing