Tonight, I saw you at the corner of the road,
standing, with falling shoulders and lowered head,
not lonely, rather alone with yourself,
the best company I would say,
even if it appears contrary to you at the moment

Though, your shoulders are falling,
they are gracefully carrying the excruciating pain of your heart,
those stiff muscles are holding you straight,
yes, your head is lowered down,
yet, what a marvelous posture of your body
I adore you,
your presence, existence is a source of emulation for many,
they are admiring their standing woman-man, their stoikiy muzhik,
as standing their itself is an act of courage,
that you are holding on

I don’t know what ransacked you,
must have been terrible,
but not strong enough to break your resilience,
the terseness of your being,

I adore you
Tonight, when you go back home,
don’t just reach and lay on the couch,
go in front of that mirror,
the one that you have not seen for long
let your intimate self undress you,
praise your beautiful body,
doesn’t matter whether it has gained weight or lost,
if gained, admire those layers of new flesh,
they are eager to burn themselves up for you, just for you,
if lost, praise those beautiful bones,
which are highlighting the flow of universe inside the canvas of your body,
see yourself, raise your head,
give respect to your resilient shoulders,
to your eyes which drained themselves dry to make you feel better,
see the grace and light they have when they daringly carry your vulnerability with style,
they deserve a smile,
while smiling, respect your mind, you awareness,
which is not acting as your master anymore,

when was the last time you caressed your
beautiful eyes, hair, face,
when was the last time you caressed your
breast, chest, all below,

Don’t sleep tonight,
your cupboard is waiting for your touch,
you have kept on contacting them,
but for tonight, for one last moment,
one last act of courage,
that gods themselves are not expecting from you,
shut their mouth,
defeat death, for tonight,

Touch
touch your books, shoes, clothes, diary, pen,
that beautiful lamp in the corner,
your bed that has not been made up,
touch your work, they long for your love,
and they, all of them have waited for this very moment,
just one last deed,
affirmatively whisper…

Aditya

Found without a face,
embraced,
entranced by one another through fate,
bound by eternity,
time,
and space,
rebuilt from crumbled dust,
fighting through crumpled trust.

I wish I could go back in time,
To when you were still here;
To when we laughed, and cried, and smiled together;
To when you were still mine.

I wish I could go back to bliss,
To when we were inseparable;
To when our eyes would lock and we would both be lost;
To the feeling of your kiss.

I wish I could go back into the comfort of your love when I remembered how to smile and I remembered how to laugh and I remembered how to control what I was thinking in my head and keep my irrational thoughts and fears from encroaching on my life and blitzing through my heart and soul and keep from rambling to myself about things that shouldn't matter while I'm going off on tangents rambling on and on and on as my instability just grows and grows and I lose what little semblance of control that I had left.

...

But I know that things may never be the same
Because fate just had to push us apart.
And I know that we are sent off separate ways
To explore these blank new maps we've yet to chart.

I know that I am stronger.
I can stand up on my own.
I don't need to waste my time and energy
on an emotional crutch.

I know our time together
will be a wonderful memory
and through my life as I press on forward
I can remember back to you and me.

I hope you can look back in time,
To when you were still here.
And you look back like me on all those blissful times,
To see what we could have been.