I was born out of your circumstances I am dying with your enterprise I have altered the course of your life irreversibly I will leave you amused for the rest of it I am just one among millions who would come and go You may have forgiven the others already I was custom-made for you […]
The word is shattered Thoughts, Actions, Aspirations Creations Poetry. The word is bizarre Opinions, Responses, Reactions Collections Poetry. The word is obfuscated Foresight, Imagination, Recollection Reminiscences Poetry. And they say, There is nothing to lose.
Keeping you along all the time Letting you hear the sighs In thought. In action In dreams. In reality In high. In low. While you witness each new heave Still hold the hand all the time; Recording in your heart The rise. The fall The hope. The realisation The hurt. The lesson. The conveyor of
The welcome of the autumn The autumn of the skies. Blades of a callous weather Familiar indifferent touch. Footnotes of the sighs Waiting for the doom. Looking for the glory of Once upon a time.
Dreamt of a castle, Didn’t you? Ambiguous little images On the withdrawn ceilings Night after night Dream after dream.. Your star is but the brightest illusion in the night sky. Your rage is another fire, meant to die with melting snowflakes. Your destiny is another city, Another cage.
Laying in the abyss of solitude and uncertainity I dreamt of you. Distant Different Defiant You refused to acknowledge me. Is that a dream? Dissolving Dilapidated Disfigured You chose to look away. Is that a dream? Desolute Discloured Dismerbered The heart sank in. And I woke up. Still no sign of you. ‘Are you fine?’
The penultimate moment of indecision Timeless moorings Procrastination redefined Desires recombined To stay, and then to stay some more Before the void is left For always and ever Stay some more until you stay no more. Can fulfillment ever be defined?
Most of the life got spent in maneuvering through cricks From getting away quickly enlarging shadows Sometimes a part of a queue At others, smelling for food It was always accumulating for a peaceful time Hurrying sole spikes stabbed me one day Pressed softly against the ground I resumed No bones cracked no blood spilled
I wish to see you there At that place in that moment Again. Just as when I do with my eyes closed And it is not enough Nothing would be ever enough. We would stay there longer this time Forever this time. I am here again Same place. Another time. Another me? Another you? It
Waiting for a moment almost desperately and seeing it finally not achieve any sense of fruition is one of the biggest possible disappointments. It is probably the best place to locate the painful cavity between desire and fulfillment. Whatever lessons might be learnt in the process are only a salve to the unconscious state of
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