Some whispers,
Not a warning but scary ones,
The morning rhymes,
or evening prayers,
but the sun was on the edge,
and I could feel "The end..."

Some yelling around,
on running street dogs,
it was all a hint of something,
the ashes of sunlight get'in slower,
taken over by echoes of wind,
and I could feel "The end..."

Everything disappearing,
Slowly and steadily,
I could hear the echoes of RBC,
carrying some left droplets of my blood,
With my eyes dropping, I was feeling numb...


At a sudden, a loud ringtone,
With your dimple lit up my screen,
and the surroundings were as it is,
and I thought HOW, again n again,
"It was never me, struggling to survive,
Always, this was your smile, keeping me alive"

It was the first drop of blood,
that kissed my messy room surface,
Scars were too tired to be wet again beside my eyes,
The room was darker than a little bright,
It was the period where sunset took over,
the command of sunlight...

The second drop sprinkled on the floor,
they too, were unaware of the pain,
or it's colour, or the ecos of roar,
who else knew I was dying alone,
in my beloved city, as an unknown...

The third drop carried a lot together,
It took over the brightness of sunlight and the surface,
the smog of burning diaries was the reminder
that it's gonna be late night before complete darkness,
and I giggled now for dealing with it really less...

The last shadow of yours left,
was the time of the last drop, the last breath,
I fell on the floor, over the red ashes,
but unlike you I loved, again and again,
blood denied to enter again through my vein...

Through my open eyes, I saw a body lying in solitary,
a painful death in the holy city,
pale eyes, devastated face, and a burnt diary,
It was all here that I could find,
I opened it's last page with my shivering hands,
"A whole book could have I written for you,
but like the mystery of life, you can't be defined..."

I always stood still, never left…

It was not raining, never since some years,
and I was too young to understand the rocks,
they were angry, not allowing me to sit,
so I stood still, but never left…

River was about to evaporate, just like those coldness,
and hot air was warning me to get away from the bank,
Tiny droplets were burning my skin, jumping from the drifts,
the stubborn me, stood still, but never left...

I knew the only type and never experimented, nor questioned,
read, learned, wrote, apllied, and burned,
the no longer green leaves also pushed me towards my own road,
the ugly me, alas, stood still, but never left…

my mountain, my river, I saw their smiles and flows since years,
it made me happpier in my deserts, pollution, and noises,
once started as beauty, became my addiction,
old habits die hard; old, bad habits even more so,
thus I always stood still waited till rain, never ever left…

Floating water,
In between the mountains,
Lines of rime beside all through,
Glazing as blessed in the eve...

Winters and sunset,
Like sips of tea with cigarette,
On the rocks just us,
Lot of words, no varlet...

This pleasing moment,
Our talk and a Lil walk,
to our inn
With lot of Promises...

That river and sun behind mountains
are creating a wonder,
This place is beautiful,
But not u...

You are not beautiful but a magic,
Just waving a stick like a sorcerer,
And making anything aweful,
Just by your appearance,
So always be there, and I'll be thankful,
Unlike stones cursed getting seep,
Like all those air not stopping us to go deep...