Unfinished Verses

I have written For you Many an unfinished verses Just like our love Never to be sung Remembered Completed But it will have existed Maybe Delicately As the fragrance of your skin On my skin It will have existed Quietly As the grave of your lips On my lips And for that existence I write…

A Little While Longer

If the sun was not to set today Would you stay a little while longer? If the skies wept Thunder wailed And I wrapped my arms Around you Would you stay a little while longer? If the Gods revealed That in time All paths lead You to me Would you stay a little while longer?…

LIES

Lies Ripe fruits rotting with time flies hovering Purposelessly procrastinating the inevitable gluttony Tucked beneath the mattress until it turns to a dagger And pierces the spine savagely in sleep Blood on the sheets turning marigolds red and the head A black hole with no escape or light or anything Worthy of a barbecue by…

A Fool’s Love

I am afraid that one day I will find you And claim you to be mine Just as I am yours. You see, I have sought you forever Affectionately, passionately, ludicrously; Knowing that I could never lose you Because I never had you. Which fool would trade this security For the risk of losing you…

An Old Photograph of Me

It’s me But much younger, perhaps ten. Blush cheeks, more hair, No wrinkles, no scars, no limp And none of that deception at every smile That has sunk to my very core draining me Of every substance that I cherished. Is it still me? Or someone else? This photograph Is but a dead thing yet…

Concrete Eyes

( What follows was written after 16th of December, 2012. Nirbhaya. Fearless. ) Shall you rise to the Dawn of Fall Or let it sweep you in your sleep? I wonder if the Fall shall break your sleep and awaken your concrete eyes to the dream of deception you weaved for want of burying your…

For One I Never May Know

I know not your name But you remind me of violets On the green meadows where the forest Preserves a refuge for leopards to bask. If ever our paths were to meet, I would take you there to see The seamless silver clouds below The silhouettes of deer upon the cliffs. And if apart we…

Me

What separates loneliness from solitude? Or silence from peace? Death from life? Perhaps, me.

Death and Rants

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings to fly. Won’t you let me fly then , my sweet love? I watched a butterfly soaring in the sun among the roses in your garden with colors as lovely as the dreams we saw together. The butterfly, my love, thrives on the nectar of…

Pretending

Let us pretend that we are wiser now Than we once were. An age where we raised castles of sand And giggled as the sun set on our days. Now, wiser with time and impassioned with skill, We build our world on a hill of waste That fumes of our toxic apathy To the wails…