Life and its shade
canvased by god
God made it beautiful

But we are
adding shades of greys and black
enveloping the sky
turning fog into smog

Putting solute
in water bodies
that are not dispersible
making it turbid
mislaying its transparency
water is not pure anymore

Deforestation
converting the forest
into the barren land
beautiful landscapes are mechanized
by man
buildings and more building
watching stars sounds bookish
nature is losing its charm

Emotions are blowing over
relationships changing
accepting changes
changing our own self
mirrors are showing
someone else image
and asking you
who you are?

i refuse to envisage
your hands interwined
as you gaze into one another amorously
mislaying yourself
in such alluring eyes.
she is your ensemble
your material of gaiety
while i merely scrutinize
her prosperity in envy
and persistently
waste more black ink
over
you.

Like a leaf in the wind
Fragile, weightless and discolored
misshapen is my heart
This transpsrancy has become an art
Floating through your sky
Observing insignifigant flakes of myself as I pass by
Your voice though vague, is in the air
Your words are the breeze
How am I to attain an adequate version of myself when I cant come down
stuck in your crooked damp root where once my heart could be found; I don't venture too close to the ground
Transient and lost in your sky, mislaying all substance as I pass myself by
Hark, my heart crepitates under your feet
How do I endure this woe
Tell me, are you friend or foe

I know the man standing aside
the lying body,
with the shivering feets
and screaming silence.
That man, may be hiding his tears
or thinking about her fears.
The crowd giving him sympathy,
which could never pay off
the loss he never wanted to face.
Looking at her  closed eyes, that once saw infinite dreams
and her shattered mouth,
that once spoke like
the flow of streams.
Preparing for her burial,
he was dying every moment inside.
May be, he could never overcome
his mislaying.
Standing his beside I can see
his soul crying out loud
and asking to God, if everything could become sound.