Hearing a no,
isn't the hard part

Walking alone,
missing her suns
just burning within,
isn't the hard part

Letting everything go,
your self and your hopes,
and smoky memory of those hopes
Snapping vines of togetherness,
entwining the bleeding heart,
those aren't the hard parts

Looking into her eyes,
which flicker with tentative tears
Knowing,
that hells worse than mine,
her gashed heart wails
Far truer,
far purer,
humbling my love poems,
into wisps of nothingness

Her every tear,
tears across me

Hoping her smiles return,
on a waft of wind,
that forever sails her apart -
That is the hard part

I cried, alone.
Layers of grief,
glued and heavy,
slid away into nothingness.

I laughed, alone.
The laughter echoed,
till it felt someone else's.
And before it waned,
terror had drained my senses

Solitude and anguish,
diffuse into each other
Conjuring heavy venerous fumes,
that shiver with a tiring bliss,
into an ecstasy of two
And finally,
reveal their visit,
collapsing into a glistening few

A happy family;
those few,
anguish
and solitude

I have felt hell.

When words would only flow,
into rivers that have moved on

When the one thing lacking,
is also the heaven's only blessing

They say,
journeys end,
when lovers meet.
Mine so ended,
but her's didn't

Sometimes destiny,
just gives you traffic that's slow
But sometimes,
it snatches away everything,
and sprinkles behind petals of hope

I pick those petals up,
one by one
Coz
not doing so,
was never an option

That sip of coffee,
whose taste runs into the skin
That drag of smoke,
which exhales worries, and so much more
That pulsating ecstasy,
leading to an unknown kiss
That river of relief,
flowing cold, on the rocks
That needless radiant watch,
meant to show the current times

O' life, a magician thou art

Glorious are your depictions,
insidious your schemes.
What do you hide,
with all your might,
behind these glittering scenes?

Purpose Existence sought,
of a shackled cyclic life
Answerless,
I let him rather peek,
into that merry thought of mine

A joyous playground
and the prettiest girl of five
Pink with playfulness,
she and her kitten,
hopping in pink joy

"For her,
and her blinking eyes"

Sunshine he beams now,
and whispers a lyric twilight
For her, perpetually cast,
into rising day and night


That playground comes to view
soothing my soul,
and flooding calm strength,
everytime I think of you

Airhostess Sasha,
behaving pink
Yet so grey

Little things,
of enormous weight
Lie cluttered,
across slippery time
Who like dripping drops,
with their past, rhyme

As the friendly study table,
silently moulted wood-dust
Kitten-y childhood of two,
slowed into,
feline youths of one
Stickers, posters,
paintings, drawings - they did fade
Coz for colours youth paints,
brushes there invade

Tomorrow I return,
and on my room, the door shall close
and my childhood friends -
pen stands, beds, chairs, windows
will silently mourn
Cursing the shackles
that forbid them,
from joining me along

But wooden they are,
not knowing,
that many hells worse
is roaming the world,
with the soul forever shackled
to where your first steps unfold