What more is being lost,
than not knowing where to go
for the fingers that hover over
the lettered keys have nothing to say*

And the half empty ink-***
with a dried stuck cap,
is dancing to the cries of
the un-tuned borrowed guitar
mocking the silence of a silent heart
as the shadow of a flame mocks the dark

So long have I whistled this tune,
or is it just my forte?

The windspan,

of your open arms,

incalculably magnifies

On,the simplicity of

hiding wind in your pockets,

and the stars in your eyes

That perhaps an eon hence,
When time and distance
Will finally set us apart,
And million new stars
Will adorn our skies
Some teeny ticks of time
Would still be when
A strange smile would come,
And curve your fruity lips
For no reason,
That reason, my love
Would be me.

Not that it comes not so oft,
Lifting my spirits in process aloft,
And takes me for a whirl, awhile
O’ thou lovely, shy, smile.

And then comes the ice,
In your stare so vice.
I shudder for a while, recoil
my spirits, as always, get mixed with soil.

-Shekhar Suman

I wish
A million years hence
basking in the pre-afternoon sun
when i sit,
i smile at how,
my life turned out to be.

This coquettish smile,
I splay every time,
Knowingly,
Unknowingly,
Is cold fire
Born out of
Rubbing thoughts.
Frozen I am,
Was, will be.