The fear, silent, sly stretches across the room
Sitting in a corner, I wait for the doom.
My swollen eyes recognise the silhouette
lurking in shadows of the dimming night.
It crept nearer.

Leave me alone, I cherish the solitude.
It fed on my thoughts.  It grew healthy.
I slammed and shut the door tight.
The door remained ajar.
It crept nearer.

If death be beautiful, let it take over the night.
If the fear is to stay, it is better turning off the lights.
The silent breezes are deafening.
The walls are closing in on me.
It crept nearer.

The fear empties my life, one moment at a time.
It is the flashbacks, the nightmares,
and, everything that is frightening.
My heart defies death.
My body nourishes the certainty.  
I lie down for a moment.
*It crept nearer.

The silent conversations in our letters
are cradled by the lovely, lonesome breezes of  the spring.
They travel just a little beyond  the horizon.
And, settle into the depths of the waveless oceans.

Night after night, they make a call.
Come hither, friend! Rescue us all.

When the slightest puff of wind brushes away
the strands of your dark, raven hair from your creased forehead.
Do not close the windows.

When the hushed whispers tickle your ears
Do not dismiss them as just another noise.

Night after night, they make a call.
Come hither, friend! Rescue us all.

They are treasures buried in coffers of the past.
They are gold, and they glitter.
They are dreams of a distant future,
Vague and infinite.

So, when you wake up in middle of the night
from the visions in your deep sleep.
Do not dismiss them as just another nightmare.

They are like the carols of Christmas, poetry of the past.
They are musings of a lovely, lonesome heart.
Do not dismiss them as just another prose.

*Night after night, they make a call.
Come hither, friend! Rescue us all.

Make me the essence of your dark twisted poetry
And I shall burn, burn,burn in the manuscripts.
Write me with your ink, fine lover.
And, I shall flow like the wind.
Gushing out like rivers
To quench your thirst for words.
Bring to me your thoughts
I would turn them into storms
Pirouetting on your study table.
Write me in your story, our story
Of passion, love and sins.
Write me in your heart
And, I shall hold your heartbeats.
Write me ,sweet lover
Write me in your dreams.
Let there be stories, poems
And tales of our sweet win.

She had warmth in her heart.
He loved playing with fire.
Stirring up her world,
He would come and go as he desired.
He understood very little that her perfect glass world
would fall apart with his slightest touch.

From the broken pieces that remained
She started building a world for herself again.
Only this time with a thicker glass.
He breathed out.
Her world was a house of cards.
It collapsed onto the ground.

She collected all the cards.
And dreamed of a perfect house.
This time,she built it with iron bars.
It was a cage that she built for herself,
He locked her in.

She had long forgotten of freedom.
With whatever was left of her independence
She tried to build a house again.

When he went there
There was no house
She was lying on the ground.
She fought her own battles now.
*The strongest house yet.

You seek me in your prayers
In smiles of the faces
In the innocence of a child
And, in the maturity of the wild.

You seek me from the start
In the calm before a war
In stillness of the chaos
In music of the nature.

You look for me in the love lost
Not in loss of the lives.
All your life, you seek me
You look in the brightest places.
I dwell in the darkest of nights.

Look for me in the ashes
Of the fire that burnt down
The bridges, forests and the towns.
Look for me in the reflection
Of the face you’ve become-
The helpless devil
With charm of an angel.  

Look for me in the grounds
That kissed feet of the bravest soldiers
Look for me in the bodies that are wounded
In the war with no mourners.

Look for me, not in the mizzle.
Look for me in the storms of acid you raise
With excuse of advancements.
In greed of the greatest fate.

It will take only a moment
For the fate to be fatal
Look for me in the right places.
Find the glittering metal.

Afraid how big the mountain may seem
You walked away.
Your incompetent eyes failed to see
What lay beyond.

Million beautiful lilies that measure a spring day,
A Yellow sheet covers the beyond
The ground so beautiful,
The grass so soft like clouds.
It kisses your muddy feet
You finally feel at home.

The tangerines that hang
From boughs of the fat trees
Like a million lanterns
To light up every corner of your soul
Butterflies in the day
and fireflies in the night.
They take away the worries.

Lift off the foggy veil
For the crystal lakes are waiting to be discovered.
The ripples that conspire magic,
they call on the heavens above.

Cocoons and coffins are not the same,
You never outgrow a coffin.
It will always be a mystery.
It will always be short of adjectives.
The place where the Gods talked poetry.
The place that did not know of doom.

Beyond lay a fairy tale
Beyond was home.
But, the mountain seemed big
And you walked away.
Another wrecked existence.