The silence of the wind is an enchanting absence.
recurring consistent soul-consuming
The change of seasons is an illusory anticipation.
atrocious unfulfilling life-denying
The colour of the sky is a blurry vision.
sooty sulphuric eye-scratching
The flower of the tide is a dusty heap.
Sweeping the tree only by a violent surprise
The wind is no longer in love with the leaf.
Do you know the real me?
A charade of childish apprehensions
A flicker of hearty laughter
A cornucopia of silent deceptions
A bundle of sighs
A glimmer of fatigued vision
A string of desperate forevers
A clinging for new tomorrows
A hope from the depths of hopelessness
You do not know the real me.
Remnants of an abandoned shadow
Desolated Deserted Deciphered
Haunting dark memories.
That itch, exactly where, nowhere.
The flight
Exactly where, nowhere.
Those loud loud noises
Voices from the heart
Amnesiac longings
Transversing on crests and troughs
Loss at both ends
And the gist
A hyperbole
A sigh.
To the little child heart
To the innocence of dreams
And desires.
To the facade of nonchalance
To the struggle with dilemmas
To looking for meaning
To the most vulnerable moments.
To the monkey spirits
To the countless daily stories
To hearing the unsaid
And saying the unheard.
To the heaves of inconclusivity
To the silence of indecision.
And, most of all
To the instinctive friendship found
and built incidentally.
A travel far away
Into the recesses of time
Counting the cobwebs
Is it ?
Lost in time and space
Painful to eyes
Distant memory
Is it?
Too much to believe
Too much to bear
Delusional
Is it?
Strangled promises
Lost hopes Daily hopes
Round and around
I stay for this
Is it?
And you say
You cannot tell.
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 a new light,
You must know
That you, poetry are first love
I don’t know since when.
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?’