A flower rusted out of time – I sleepCounting heads gathered at my eve. What needed always – a truthI am mating,For I was born and waiting. The shore shows up brightening everything–White as if mother’s milkAnd I am a little child of that nature–Fed to the time’s kill. Memories, as I hear you say …
Stays somewhere little ashes of thoughts,drowning in the middle of some stray stars,alone but surrounded by meaningless bushesof burdens. A walking thoughtstarts running on some unknown roadsirritated, and hopelessly trying to escapefrom all the realities that caused enough. A howling truth begins to killevery breath in the fleshlike an enemy of its own. Hope, a …
Beyond the realities of this world,Beneath the quilt of imagination,a warm and placid life stays. Smitten life craves peaceand dies in the search of alternatives,But a smile introduced by imaginationis truthful than this unreal world. It happens withinand creates an infinity– to roam and to observethe life beyond the affairsof this unreal world. A life …
O baby,When trifling on the sore of this lifeCan’t find a ray of light,but jumps if a never ending tide;this heart is in the dark as they say,Let’s not cry for love but prayfor a day which demands no explanation,a night which craves no justification,For same are the glitters of day and nights,Let’s never close …
In the glare of little sunshine,In blossoms of pink daffodils,With buckets of happiness,Presence is you. It’s youin the first rain to the fists,In the closed eyes of the nights,It’s you – Seeking a heart,to console, and to burn it. It’s youin the slump of dreams,in the wonders of rains,with the brand of stare.In the rivers …
A pampered box of wood –scratched, cut, and demolishedstands in the corner of my heart.still to be noticed, silenced to be heard. It holds the memories, raw and baked,tiny and huge, accomplishments and failures;from beginning to the end, from young to the old. Veins in the box carry the blood,and enormous wings that fly,but it …