You are not my sunshine.
You are my whole sun
In all it’s ****** glory.

If you love me,
Won't you let me know ?
If you don't,
Won't you let me go ?

foggy eyes, cradling delight
dwindling sigh, enchanting lullaby.
moon white as paper knight.
moon white ganache of frozen/forbidden thoughts.
search party for the Sun
even when it’s hopelessly bright.

Your deep seated treasure trove of words on love
layeth at the throne and is sealed in a crystal case,
meant to be broken in case
there is an a famish in the kingdoms,
an unquenching,
an unending,
an unfading
hunger for love.
The haybarn of mild prosperity.
It transitions with frequencies
ranging from the cosmic dimesions of the galaxies
to the unforgiving, mauve depths of the ocean.
It resonates with my ambivalent soul,
at an existential level
as thy velveteen buds
are of my photvoltaic stem.

To,
you.

And in this field of hazy blue
The con substantiality of you
Fills houses of the room
In bloom.
I am not yelling
colour me m/yellow!

In a society where
people shunt you
for being different,
label you crazy
for writing words
that don't make sense to them.
I have found acceptance
in this shelter home
for meandering souls,
a place to rest my bones.
It gave a shed
to my passion filled heart
from the calamities of life.
And armed it with a pen.
My heart felt
homeless
no more.

I  have found like minded people
who provided me with,
the support of friends.
The comfort of family.
The coziness of home.

Thank you Hello Poetry
for being that home.

You are that warm and cozy feeling
that rests beneath my lips.
You are the winter time chills
You are a metaphor for beautiful.
In every sense of the word.

I feel handicapped,
without you.

I'm a wilting sunflower,
I'm an overflowing stream,
I'm a reflection of the person
you want me to be.

What do you see* ?
When you shut your weary/gleamy eyes,
Do you see what I see ?
Do you see me ?
Do you see the person you used to be ?
Do you see the ghosts of all the people
who were a part of your insignificant life ?

What do you see ?
The light at the other end or
**Oblivion.

You were conjuringly special to me,
i convinced my vehemently skeptical gut that,
you felt the same way about me.
quite unnaturally/naturally, i was dolorously mistaken.


Turned out, i was just another…
To You.

1) ***** the black shards perched inside your chest
and spill the volatility arrows charring your lungs.
2) Let a garden of tulip vocabulary grow where it’s slain
and water it with the residue of your wasted tears.
4) Gift a bouquet of poetry from your garden to
your lover.

Everglowing light sifting/bursting through the seams.
I see silhouettes of you/me.
Imprinted on the sycamore tree/big screen.

Us/you/I* swaying on the spiralling
star-smudged staircase
that leads to the evanescent
crescendo of the sun.
Synchronously//Contemporaneously,
the moon subsisting in her shadow,
spills ashen white light ray
andlimn her initials,
across *the somber sky.

May your veins rivulet with stars,
and the blood from your bones
tickle the moon.

Waiting
on the front porch
going through
the newspaper,
sipping on green tea.

My heart
is looking out
into the distance
in search of
the shadow of you.

Unanimous passenger
Motionless in the front seat
Noose dyed bow-tie.

Scavenger of wayward souls
Resurrect the water flowing under pale feet.

Scarlet wishbone lucky charm conch believer.

Hope falls, Faith hills.

We might be of different races,
the colour of our skin
might be different
maybe our hair,
maybe the language
our tongues speak are different.

*But our hearts all beat the same.

Part – I
It plucked every string of my heart.
She/It obliterated me.
She sang.
She sang for me.
In tongues. Which only She & I know.
She sang for me.

Part – II
As per inconsequential request,
We’re migrating to the moon.
Infinitely flying within our small infinite.

Lacking imperfection his un illuminating
yarn woven secrets speak spilling
silt that doesn’t even exist.

Inseperable the meta voltaic charged touch
of her skin against his blemished soul leaving behind
marks of polyphony with staccatos hanging by a pine,
gathering gusts of wind and rocking his unsteady soul
on the swing set into a leap into the depths
of the blue oceanic sky and diving deep
into her love
that binds him together
forever more.

Ever again her calming wind
shakes up the roots of the evergreen trees
in the movable earth of his body.

There might be an infinte number of disparate stars and galaxies in this interminably cosmic universe,
but my sorrowful eyes will be transfixed on the most majestic star that outshines the twilight lit sky,
the pulchritudinous star that divines the derailed train of thoughts into constellations within my claustrophobic & restless mind.

the star....
that is you.

Blankets the fog in sheaths.
Shed the warmth,
Rustling trees.
Cohabiting within mosquito nets.
Tripped on capsules of the Rainbows,
Captured from the wilderness in the back yard of heaven.
Downward spiral slide into Wonderland.
Record players.
The abyss of the ocean at the bottom of the sink.
You’re the tightrope as I walk across the valley of death.
Hold me.

My mind says no;
wanes to let go,
but then again,
when have I ever listened to it.
My heart says yes;
unbeknownst to myself.
Washed ashore, brawny yet bruised.
A casualty of love;
Of our own misunderstandings,
purloined around our lover's lungs,
in forlorn hope to find ourselves
in comet tails
and wisps of smoke.
We will pick ourselves up
and break in waves,
again.

My sadness is like a refugee
seeking temporary recluse,
and then decides to make
my soul it’s permanent home.
ripping apart the belongings
of the subsequent owner,
goes by the name of happiness.

turning me to stone.

Relationships.
Tear it off/apart by
the dotted lines provided.

I was blinded by love, but I can still see you.

Our hands shaped like cages.
Cages shaped in the deformities of our hands.

Stoic fingers as rusty girdles,
Grainy textures as the bare calluses of our hands.

Trap.
Grasshoppers.
Trap.
The Sun.
Trap.
Our lovers hearts.
Within it’s moral confines.

Casually unlearn the truth that
confinement leaves it absent of light,
rid of it’s senescent glow,
dead to grow.

Our hands shaped like cages.
Cages shaped in the deformities of our hands.

The eclipse lit corridors
of our grandoir stage.
Basking in your shadow
Calms the tempest
that brews within
the caffeine infused blood of mine.
Each word that spills from
the tip of your tongue
is like the first kiss
the Earth has with the Rain.
All of this reechoing sound
is meant to be dismantled
like a severed limb
from a Ken doll
and grains into lead bullets
that slightly brushes past
the curvatures of my exit wounds.
Because,
you do not love me.

You are like my
favourite advisory column
among all of my
favourite magazines.

By the time I’ve consumated
poetry about you,
all that is left on paper is
dappled/blotted
nonsensical words
with the afterglow
of my tears
fervently
held back.

She was an unfamiliar visitor to the heart of sadness.
But I knew it's coordinates by heart.

The magnolia smile of yours beaming with startling radiance,
The inconspicuous/electric stimulant touch
of your fingers swerving across the slight of my shoulder,
Polychromatic fireworks at twilight,
imploding like reticent galaxies,
at the sight of you
within my hapless/star crossed self,
Pebbles & beads on marked destinations
on the atlas of our hands,
Your lush lips on me,
cause aching thunders to rage
within this bottled up hail storm within the silhouette of me,
I//Conjure flowers in the back of your esthetical/messy hair,
Constancy and infinity.
Mine.

*To let go.

These games you played
as a casual reckoning,
never ceasing
for one moment
to think of the mess
you would create.

Oh, darling
What were games to you,
was an endgame to my life.

Phosphorescent banners placed at sea,
Maybe it is for you to see,
Dredging efforts for your sentimentality.

I
Oh life, you unfulfilled *******,
All seeing eye of admonition,
You unfair precinct of justice,
You incredulously cruel myth,
Oh, How I hate you
Oh, How I want to leave you
Oh, How I love your counterpart more,
Death.
She seems easy and trouble free.
An impenetrable kingdom of night.
I wish I could fade into oblivion sometimes.

II*
I'm three year strong of my grand depression.
It's not always there now,
but it is.
And so am I.
And so are you.
And so is my lacuna,
my friend,
who invivorogated my sense of purpose,
who gave me a reason to live.
She has been
My net I fall onto everytime
you push me down from the trapeze act of my passions.
The medicine that nurses my wounds when you leave me bleeding.
My ventilator as my soul was dying a slow sad death.
When you **** all my hope away
she plants it back again deep in my heart
impervious to your morbid touch
tightly sealed with her warm kiss.
I am scared to be happy because of you,
because every time I am happy
you decide to give me a new **** reason
to be ineffably sad.
You know where it hurts me the most
which parts of me, is most tender and vulnerable,
you know my weaknesses
you use it against me like an old friend who is now an enemy.
Why can't you just let me be ?
I'm tired, so **** tired.
It's alright.
I have my love,
and I'll make it through the day
and spit in your apathetic face.
I ******* hate you,
though you are beautiful okay.

I felt less lonely/alone,
when I was with you.

Is the futility of life, the beauty of it ?

Ticking infinitely closer towards
the proximity of
your quarterway ultimatum affinity.
Galloping on sidewalks
blending into shades of
the charcoal stallion
dancing at your feet.

She painted the void
within the chambers of my heart
with broken crayons.
She painted them
with the shades of effervescence.
She is white chocolate
in the abstraction of snow melting in my mouth.
Her eyes can swallow black holes
and I drowned in their infinitude.
She saved me, She was my lifeboat.
When i wear her smiley badge,
her words resonate inside my skull.
Every waking second of every minute
of every hour of the days seemed
like an everlasting lifetime with her:
Infinity.

She tasted like the sweetest cotton candy
dipped in the elixir of the most exquisite bitter fruit.
She was the unrelenting/interminable flame
zealously smoldering in the night sky.
She rekindled my dying ember
of lingering hope, in the existence of people like her.
Serendipity.

I never believed in angels,
until I met you.