Cryptic perceptions of ourselves
Have let down the benchmark facts
That held my strong interpretation
Against you

Mystery was rare and unfound
Knowledge is contaminated
By overhyped judgements
That ratifies my fears

How we understand now
Conventional ways have
Proved easier to communicate
How I am still overwhelmed
With your words
And how you still protect that

How this insight has lead our actions
To abstain from holding secrets
How our wilful commencement
Has been the misleading direction
That we chose to embark

How the impact of our anarchy
Has clearly outcast you amongst all
How my thoughts cannot bind
To validate your spoken word

How I am still struggling
To keep your memory, your touch intact
How I cannot regain myself
Through the end of this ruthless glory

How I still know
There’s more to this agony
How my words
Can never do justice
To your perplexed disposition

How your stories
Have influenced my listening
Beyond know-how
How the image of you is still intact
Beyond all naysayers

How I am driven
To write about you
Against your validity
How you have taught me
It is still okay to keep certain things close
And not call it mine.

Do you try to steal the words?
That I use to bestow upon you
Or do you help me say them

I am left with scattered thoughts
Your presence is intimidating,
Leading me to my nothingness
Making me want to tell you
Everything I want to let you know

We are swayed away by a
Sheltered solitude
We talk about weather
And about altered ethics
When we intend to
Confess the unfold affinity

I follow my way to your perfection
Defining your eccentric acts
As a part of my sanity

Let us never
Run out of things to say
To each other
Past our coffee breaches
And contemplate poetry acts

Let us both know
We are on borrowed time
Let me always keep writing about you
And still run out of things to say

I reframe afresh to conclude
Are you an escort to my expression?
Or a catalyst to my dignified silence

I realized I wanted to look in those eyes for the first time,
They used to feel like home for quite some time.

Those are the eyes I don’t ever want to run away from,
A shelter in them, rare found, that keeps me running from.

“What is so beautiful about them?” I wonder.
I find my belief in them, after the wander.
-
I know now how I feel when your eyes look into mine,
This can be my next safe place I feel, after such a long time.

This is me, learning to pour out first time in all these years,
And the reason is you, your eyes, in which I lose my little fears.

Somewhere between exchanging silly things & deep conversations with them,
I learnt to voice my words by then.
-
The same eyes that I thought where I lost myself,
Fought to become the ones, now seems mirror to the self.

“You have a lot to express” I hear people say,
They’ll know I can now, as I have you anytime, any day.

“What is all this rain, after the storm?”
“Magic of those eyes, that always carried the warmth”.
-
“Those eyes could be special” I thought,
For them being the reason feelings emerged other than thoughts.

As I write my first poem, the quest prevailed always, I remember.
But you became the Canvas I needed, the admirer.

I can never be the same, never let them go,
The reason is those two eyes, how can I let you know!

With invested lives and worlds
We stand apart in our own thresholds
Let down by the reality checks
That we missed in our juvenile love
Victimized to our negligence
A wakeup call quotes
The rise and fall of
Some altered conventional phases

I am reminded of you today
When a lover cites the feels
Of grace and homage
For his unrequited love

Let your wisdom pave the way
To fall out the same way
It knit us close
The best closure we can foresee
Would be in the feeling of knowing
Our love is worthy
Of a pleasant memory
Through crossed seas
And parted skies
Marking of a marginal timeless love

Is this another mirage?
I am happy to fall
In a trap woven by
Your words
My mind takes a back seat
When the feelings in my heart
Roar for you
I don’t grieve
Except on this page

Let your speech entice me
On paper
It seems we don't mean
The languages we speak

Let your wild imagination
Imprint my heart with surprise
May your failed mimics
Excite me in agony
And your up-to-the-scale chivalry
Spark a hope in me
For love, for peace

Let
Everything you speak
Be captured in my words
Let your imperfections
Sway away my sanity
And your expression
Become my addiction

Let your presence
Drive my passion for once
May your being, become my poetry

Let this be the good struggle
That brings forth the fighter
In all
Hidden under the shadows of evil
Was it too easy?
Being nothing all the way
When all you cause is chaos
Over the heeded counsel

There's an arrival of a storm
Heading towards my cold heart
That will lead us
To places
Far away from right and wrong

I am again listening to that
Uncanny voice
That keeps haunting me
In different faces
Makes me reckon
Where will I end up?
Building strong bonds
With a heart so weak

So,
Let this war end
Between the strong and the weak
It ain't a fair fight between the two
When you've got your mighty weapons
Paired wrong
On a vengeful war night.

Life seems embedded in those lost coins
Worthless in substance-
But rich in endeavours

The carvings on them
Fade away with moving time
But the learning’s are already carved
Into the soul
Though it’s invisible
To the blurred eye

When the short-lived luck flips
The side on the dime
We look for
A way out in this unnatural world
But the pain gradually loses its power
When ink takes over the paper

As the truth surfaces
The pristine moonlight
The lies are powerless
Which were shadowed otherwise
By the bright daylight

Here I am again
With the story of the lost coin
Thinking what I have lost in reality
When I have found within myself
A mint of steady fortune
To amplify the endeavours
Lost and wrecked
Between parted ways.

I am revisiting all places you explored
That mapped your journey in a different era
With or without me
I am reconnecting the dots
To tell a tale so rare

My pen wants to let the world know
That city feels are leaving an imprint
Of your illusionary presence
Let me inhale your story
And try to make it real
Here and now
Though your memory
With a promise that it’ll never fade
If I capture it on the page
Before the time blinks
And takes us to a new solace

No,
This wasn’t a bus ride on a humpty road
I could see the waves riding us
In the middle of the ocean
On the new moon night of Diwali

I find no land
When I see straight
Through the horizon at five am
The sail isn’t smooth
It was the first ship of the day
After the calamity
That ended after two days

The sea was full, mischievous, aggressive
It contoured into a mountain
From the lower compartment of the boat
Where I had my ticket
The window glass was parted out
Into sea and skies equally
Though the waters had already crossed
All levels high inside my head

I have no more words to say
How I survived the six feet
Crest and trough phenomenon
Which ended after two hours
With port and land in sight,
Alive.

So I keep falling
Into the similar patterns
Leading myself to sombre nights
I follow those mirages
On the highway to hell
Where all but love
Is catered

I am just weaving myself
Every paradigm of your being
Into sand castles of fantasy
Losing count of
Right from wrong
And reality from make-believe.

Mountains were always dear to me
Until I came to know
The sea is what I long for

As it chains two dimensions
Of solid landscapes
Into one marked coastline.

I weaved the words always
To bring life to them
Without knowing
I will be the one
Finding life
To the words woven by you.

I see the Sun revamping into the moon
At the twilight horizon
Following the law and order
To end what has started
The earth is about to complete a full circle
Leaving us with a full moon tonight
To keep our fears safe
Behind its pale moonlight

The ray of hope is lost again
I am about to burst with the morning gleam
With doldrums of yesterday
And pipe dreams of tomorrow
The chilly breeze passing through
Shore sands enter the backyard
Making the chandelier swing again

That’s when the ocean waves bring
The oyster pearls at the shore
The universe restores the lost faith
Back in those steady hearts
And I make a promise
To see the full moon in its glory
Again when you are gone.