Tears ...

The moment I was born, an element within erupted,
A fraction that’s at rest began to move, to co- exist,
Began to rip open, while released from mom’s womb,
Came alive with my first sense, first gaze, and first cry!

Dwelled in my every vein; moved in my protoplasm,
Mushroomed inside each time I resolved and ached,
Only to collide and explode like the once ago cosmos,
Can’t number these atoms like stars in the heavens!

Can feel it painful at times running through my throat,
It’s all alive, proliferating deeply to choke my breath,
Suffocating my very existence, reminding mom’s womb,
But, I know, it breathes within me, making me alive!

I resolve to unwrap the joy and pain, as long as I “am”,
I dare to face and feel, and then will I see and sense life,
The fragments grow old; grow intense, I do each second,
Till I die, let me say, these are my dense elements; “Tears!”

It's a Dream!

Touched by a secluded dream that’s so strikingly innocent,
Its crystal flashes squeeze away the bleeding heart fixedly,
Pure feelings are perfectly manifested in life’s flawed sleep,
This dream isn’t fabricated; Power within makes it factual!

It’s potent to step into the real world, real mind, and real me,
This chimera pulls me back into some fantasy lost forever,
I can finger and stroke the “time” when I close my eyes,
But, I knew that I had to return back home, the real home!

The fragmented reminiscences remind me of spent epoch,
It’s sharp; it’s quick and pierces through my craving heart,
And am wounded; ain’t absolute as this dream ceased “me”,
Tore me apart to shed real tears running on naked thoughts!

Calm

All drenched in silence,
Raining from reluctance,
Stillness rests in the skies,
Such an absolute inability!

All broke at thunder’s roar,
That scared infant dreams,
Panic struck to remind life,
Thoughts flood into mind!

Can I break time into pieces?
Each bit to tell life’s story,
It’s broken, it’s incapable!
And am eternal, I retain!

If all these joys be static,
And all the tales be sealed,
Then the image is painted,
Only to discover “Death”!

Let the skies rain upon life,
Let the thunders roar high,
And let “time” change all,
It flows and moves, yet, still!

Transition

Your presence made my psyche to open up itself,
Some transparency revealed all inner crisis of it,
To loosen my imprisoned thoughts and anxieties,
Pushed me to speak of Crush, love and religion!

Found some pieces of my torn “self” on the edge,
Swaying and bending to pick them from the ground,
Breathing and alive at night that seemed so floppy,
Striving to hold ‘em together, couldn’t fix and bind!

Those unalike fragments burst, to lie before me,
Felt the texture; so rough, vague and uneven,
Wondered at my unstable “self”, broken into pieces,
Exist here and there like the shed dry leaves!

You surely made it worth; to talk and take a walk,
To discover and realize the logic of life that’s void,
Once again to resolve my psyche that’s all ragged,
As I evolve, you became a part of my transition!