I whisper in ears
But who, pray, lends them?
In all the quietitude
My thoughts lay still in mayhem.
I look into the eyes
And speak and convey
But nobody cares
And the words lay astray.
I shout and I yell
But all the hollering no use
The mind remains unwell
No peace no truce.
“I heard you” they say
Maybe not a lie
“But were you ‘listening’?”
My far fetched cry.
Am I asking for a lot?
Just a minute or two
Don’t need no answers
Just some solace to get me through.
But they just don’t get me
Why,the words mean differently to them
Oh! It doesn’t take a brain
But a heart to understand.
And now, here I am
With little breath left
Trying not to get effaced
My art not too deft.
With you I feel safe
The words don’t lose their taste
You listen with piety
Meaning never lost in haste.
Thank you dear fellas
For opening the doors
Making lines of silver
Of the hope that pours.
With dust and sand she built her dreams
But the tempest of truth swept it all.
With colors she sketched her dreams
But reality took away the light.
Her castles were burnt in fumes
Nothing left but mere sand dunes.
Charred remains of nothingness.
She carved her dreams and swore and fought
But alas she was tethered too taut
And every step was thus stopped.
She flung and tried
The shackles finally giving in to her stride.
Sand and gore were the magic potion
Emancipation was her salvation.
Everything now brown and rud
Scarred and wounded she painted her dreams in blood.
You see me
I see you
We see the love
But the glass between us remains unshattered.
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Time is fleeting
My fists are frenzied.
Filled with sweat and mist,
In vain ,
Trying to get hold
Of the untamed wild beast.
Try what you may,
What is untamed may never be tamed.
Maybe make friends with it
The friendship forever stays unnamed.
The beast is friends with faults,
Faults that are tethered to it,
Faults that got you badly hit.
And the bond is strong,
Try breaking it
And it snaps.
Remorse and regrets
Are now the traps.
Purge me of guilt
Please take back my faults,
They aren’t mine.
It’s just time.
But once passed
Things are a past.
This I guess is now my Undoing.
Every word that you didn’t say
Every glimse that you stole away.
I felt stranded,
And I’ll keep waiting.
This is but just another fall
Are the battle scars worth it all
If so, I am ready for more and more
Can I lose the battle but still win the war?
Strolling through the streets
With the sweet twilight breeze caressing her damp hair with its fingers
She shut her eyes and took a deep breath
Oh, she could feel the air as concretely as the ground beneath
Everything seemed real, surreal.
The fondling music enwrapping the city
The firmament beaming with the white luminescence emanating from the fairly lights .
She made her way through alleys and passageways
Groping through the red brick houses
And squinting her eyes to catch the sight of – God knows what
But she felt, there was something
She was to find in that Maze of a town.
A shadow lurked behind somewhere, she felt,
Maybe trailing her.
There it was, the perfect silhouette
The man of her dreams, waiting for her
For this day spelled everything about it.
She could no longer keep herself
As she rushed past the air
And that was the only friction that would exist between them now.
She stood there watching, prepared to bow down and greet
As and when the moment would please.
And Lord, the look on a face when color drains from it
For there it was, the murkiest of barrels with a pot atop
Flanked by sticks and brooms and ladders, giving it an abstruse human form .
A feeling of self-pity and reproach
Shook her and she stood aghast.
Realization dawned upon her then,
And it resonates somewhere still now
That she fell for something that never really existed.