Where Pain Lies...

I swam inwards,

Against the currents,

You are beautiful…

Like a cloud; like a zygote,

Shapeless like universe,

beyond words.

I conceived love

Pregnant with flames,

Of sacred passion!

Unfortunately,

we began to grow,

Like fetus in womb,

turning upside down,

We are flooded outwards,

to find our only outlets.

Shaped body comes out

through shaped vagina!

I find us now,

Reflecting unalike images,

On the opposite mirrors,

Of body and heart!

We conceive death,

With the birth of corporeal,

Beginning to die,

Each moment,

Not because we forget,

the way to travel inwards,

but because now we know,

the way to travel outwards!

Shadow

I melt into time’s pangs,

Yesterday and today twist into each other,

Winning and loosing; dying and living,

I am torn apart indistinguishably,

by the hopeless duality of this world,

where love burns and also melts,
I remain just as a shadow,
of this unachievable dream,
Drenched and swimming, yet thirsty!

River

The lingering disquiets

of flowing waters underneath

the lorn echoes of my soul,

are eternally unheard,

on becoming,

unknown to each other,

in this dark,

that restlessly haunts !

Stars

Silence exists,

In the midst of all presences,

Yet, it cannot touch any!

Life is inescapable,

To live,

Silence exists like a solitary star,

And blaze intensely,

In dense darkness!

When the sky dissolves in its moon light,

She silently waits,

For the humble voice of dark!

May be,

To wait in patience is crucial of all.

“Love” also is a dense voice of dark,

It’s the shining smoke that coils in the darkness,

Being wounded!

Clouds appear at night to let the sky disappear,

Under which silence bows its head,

Breathing the sky in air,

The silence which cannot touch anything!

If the past “love” still persist,

It would certainly return now,

May be, it sunk with heaviness,

Into the sand of uncertain bonds!

Love is a long journey,

It could’ve been tired,

Wings!

Wings that embrace you,

Might have turned feeble with time!

Eyes may be moving slightly like the dull fish,

The dark scars beneath the eyes flow like the black rivers,

The body withers like a sunflower of twilight,

Instead of equally stretched hands to hug,

They must have drooped to the ground!

 

In everyone’s presence,

The silent echoes might be hovering,

Even though, life has to be lived,

For sure,

Because,

Life will just begin,

Don’t abandon me in the old age,

When love’s presence feels doubtful,

Do not go,

Come back,

Life has just begun!

Walk

 I walk away,

 And walk towards

 the night dreams.

 Which swivel like,

 Darkness and clouds,

 Like wind and time,

 Uncovering love,
 by overlapping images.

 In the swept past,

 of this love story,

 that’s heard in,

 every rain pat

 drop by drop,
 that's imprinted on,
 every night walk,
 step by step,
 telling tales,

 while falling asleep,
 little by little,
 into some unknown,
 unheard and unseen
 yesterday's memories !

 

Afternoon

Words existed between us,

When there was love.

Suffering existed between us,

When there was pain,

Nothing-ness began to exist,

As we are transforming into,

Two single pieces of love and pain.

Like the divided dusk and dawn,

One after the other,

Cyclical and Cynical,

We roll in a rolling ball!