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Pilcrow, the Blind P,
once said,

"Allow me, ma'am/sir,
  for it looks like
  you could use a break.
  Besides, Hedera is hard
  and annoying, so full of herself,
  and up to her neck in ivy."

That was a Snark.
But who could tell?
Simply forgot to point it out.
Guess it's better to
leave things unsaid.

In the end
there's only enough
room for the Asterism.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
No one knows your pain.
No one truly understands
What you go through!
Some claim to know your heart
But no, they never do!
They don’t even know how it beats
How it breaks
How it simply exists!!

They say they’re there-
Always and forever!
To calm your mind
To ease your thoughts!!
But they are the ones
Who bring in more pain
Than you ever had.
You’re left to carry it alone
While they turn away !!

And in the end, it is only you
Left behind…With your sorrows
And with your pain
Just doubled!!!
Alcohol.
And train schedules.
A commuter's tightrope.
The last stop, Hpnotiq.
Where it rains sadness.
Where they're numb
To the moment of inertia.
Preferring instead to
Live on the rim.
Step in—
my mind is an ocean
not blue—but a bleeding iridescence
of molten violets, rusted golds,
and bruised, unraveling ceruleans—
a palette spilled by a god having a dream.

You’ll see thoughts float here
like jellyfish lanterns,
soft, slow—laced in venom or velvet—
depending on how you look.

The sky never ends in here.
It folds like cracked parchment,
stretched over the aching arch
of my imagination’s bones.

There are trees made of bone-white whispers
and flowers with petals like flame-licked lace.
They bloom to the rhythm
of my pulse when I’m panicking,
and wilt under the weight
of a silence I can’t swallow.

There’s a path—
etched in the ink of dreams I didn’t chase—
it winds through forests of
regret-shaped branches
that scratch and caress all at once.

If you look to the left—
you’ll see a lake
made of every word I’ve never said.
It shimmers,
but only under the moon
of someone else’s approval.

Birds here don’t fly,
they unravel.
Each feather a fractured metaphor,
each call a dirge sewn with sunlight.

I hide in corners lit by memory—
a field of crooked constellations,
each one a version of me
you’ll never meet,
but will almost understand.

If you stay too long,
you’ll forget your name,
start to speak in echoes,
and dream in static.
But maybe that’s the point.
Maybe that’s the way
to really see me.
Empty wine glass
Stale pizza
Cold naked toes
Sun left me lightless

Fridge is road-trip distance
Further to the sock drawer
Light switch is moons away
Remote earns its name

Where is my alacrity,
my willingness,
my zeal?

I’ve misplaced all my fervour,
ardour,
gusto,
warmth,
and spark

My promptness
and avidity
are now in
blue lividity

No relish,
bright celerity,
or genial rapidity

Just me
and stale pizza
--lamenting

Gone too soon
My lost sparkle
©2025

BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge (alacrity) date 28 April 2025. Alacrity refers to a quick and cheerful readiness to do something.
Minutes and Moments
Precious and prevailing
Dares me to steal from you
At least a second from each
To relish an hour in paradise
And turn a single day with you
Into a memory for life…
It will remain a wish always ….!!
बूढ़ा हो चुका हूँ ।
अभी भी
मन के भीतर
गंगा जमुनी तहज़ीब का
जुनून बरकरार है ।
भीतर की मानसिकता
घुटने टेकने
क्षमा मांगने वाली रही है ,
फलत:अब तक
मार खाता रहा हूँ ।

अभी अभी
पहलगाम का
दुखांत सामने आया है ,
जिसने मुझे
मेरे अंत का मंज़र
दिखाया है।
अगर अब भी इस
गंगा जमुनी तहज़ीब के
जाल में फंसा रहा
तो यकीनन बहेलिए के
जाल में ,
उस द्वारा फेंके गए
दानों के लोभ में
ख़ुद को फंसा हुआ पाऊंगा,
कभी छूट भी नहीं पाऊंगा।
बस उस के जाल में
फड़फड़ाता रह जाऊंगा।
शाम तक
रात के भोजन का
निवाला बनने के निमित्त
हांडी पर पकाया जाऊंगा।
यह ख्याल
अभी अभी
जेहन में आया है।
मुझे शत्रु बोध की
अनुभूति होनी चाहिए।
मुझे मिथ्या सहानुभूति
कतई नहीं चाहिए।
कब तक अबोध बना रहूंगा ?
बूढ़ा होने के बावजूद
बच्चों सा तिलिस्मी माया जाल में
फंसा हुआ तिलमिलाता रहूंगा।
कब मेरे भीतर शत्रु बोध पैदा होगा ?
.... और ‌मैं अस्तित्व रक्षा में सफल रहूंगा।
आप भी अपने भीतर शत्रु बोध  को जागृत कीजिए।
अपने प्रयासों से जिजीविषा को तीव्रता से अनुभूत कीजिए।
सुख समृद्धि और सम्पन्नता से नाता जोड़ लीजिए।
२९/०४/२०२५.
one day,
you'll pass by a streetlight humming too low
and hear peace in the silence.

one day,
a forgotten song will play,
and something soft will settle in your chest—
not sadness, not quite memory,
just a warmth without a name.

you’ll taste the air before rain
and not feel alone.

not because i stayed—
but because love does,
quietly,
without needing to be seen.

and though you don’t need me now,
but i’ll remain—folded in the lining of your heart.
and when things fall apart,
i’ll be waiting, open-armed and unspoken.

i will be there when it happens—
not in body, not in voice,
but in the hush between moments,
in the calm after ache.
one day in your life
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