They say go with the flow-
but I'm just a stagnant water.
Not a beauty, nor a worth-
all the fishes have left the water.

In astonishment, I watch a spark.
Around it, a light is growing.
Once thought to be lost in the dark.

I nurture the small flame.
Feeling my last chance flowing.
It won't end the same.

Reminiscent of the one before,
Soon rises the bloom of the fire.
Though it threatens to roar even more.

A redundancy,
I smell disdain.
No escape from the pungency.
A failure to break the chain.

A hole grows,
Inside while only one knows.
You, the keeper,
of the inner weeper.

Why wasn't there a difference?
No time to change?
A guess made from inference.
With 10 years, how strange.

Night swallows the sun,
leaving only shadows tall—
we remain,all that’s left.

I miss you

I miss your face

and how i long

for your embrace




And when you smile

you shine so bright

not a day goes by

without your light




When your path becomes rough

I wish i was there

to help smooth things out

but i don’t know how, when or where




We laughed together

And we cried

we were always there for each other

until i found out that you lied




The day you left

sleepless nights

i lost myself in

all the endless fights




I love you

I hate you

because there’s nothing

there is nothing i can do







I can’t even bring myself

to look deep in your eyes

I try to look strong

but the tears bring forth my demise




When we cross paths

I try to ignore that pretty face

but instead I turn around

and try to walk at my own pace




I wish

I could see you again

to go back to the old days

when you were my friend

~For Pradip~*
Pradip: who yet walks among we useless

<>

this
layabout in my drafts,
driftwood in a sea of
******* poems in a circumscribed
hell
for who knows for how long,

all that is certain is that
summer ending dreading,
is in full force
now marching
forward,  
with the end of days

of body chilling whipped winds,
cold so paining no one be bothering
to breathe out white steamy curses
and life is a half a calendar league
too far to be believed

I mate much coffee imbibed,
the cheeks wet incessant,
no error, the death thots~
throes come in waves persistent,
like the monsoons we’ve survived,

it’s easier to recall army of  losses
than the few
teaspoons victories,
who cares,
they plentiful companions,
reliable,
and we
share them with cups of black tea,
salted by our tiny tears that this too
shall past

for:*

it’s the seasonality of our lives,
and these are the  days of
unending unendurable
grayscale