Fall

A portrait of your nothingness,

lie carelessly on the fringes

of my halting anticipation.

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 !

 

Schism

Stillness slowly freezes into unhidden whirls,

Time cleverly clusters into countable pieces,

Dreams dimly unfold into written stories,

Tonight, we are held apart doubtfully,

by silence, moments and thoughts.

Sleepless nights curl warmly,

Into nothingness of ‘we’,

‘Love’ is just a word,

Resurrecting into,

Something-ness,
standing alone,

between us.

It's rooted,

and nailed,

Waiting,

in 'You'

in 'Me'.
and,
in,
I.

Jasmine

Fragrance consumed.

Memories lure.

And the earth revolves,

Backwards.

Summer blooms.

Jasmines,

Pressed on my bed,

Turn red and wet.

Splash of fire,

Eject,

Burn.

Ashes from the past,

Fly to me,

Like ravens.

Heart loaf,

On the table,

Juicy.

You dine.

Blinded.

Every night.
I bleed within.

And I wake up,

Fresh jasmines,

New Born,

With old nightmares.

The earth revolves,

Again. 

I Long for Pain, In Pain !

Tonight,

Feels so dim, airy and resolved.

I gaze into my faint mind,

I look through and beyond,

Breathing in the pages of past,

I travel,

By memories – Immortal,

This fragile moment, 

Leads me into floating trance, 

Which comforts and covers,

My naked thoughts,

Those are shivering in cold of the day,

So I waited,

Till this hour of recluse,

During which I knock,  

The doors of my juvenescence,

-          Erratically hidden,

 Now, I seek to enter,

        Into the space of torment,

        To drink nostalgic pain,

        Yes! I am thirsty,

        I crave and crawl,

        For that quenching drop,

        Of ache and sorrow,

        This wakes up my drowsy thoughts,

        Those are vanishing in the air,

        Buried underneath soils of “comfort”,

        Lord, bless me with suffering,

        So that I can rise again,

        And fly,

        Beyond desires and joys,

        Into the spaces of ecstatic twinge,

        To waver and wander,

        In the heaviness of bright anguish,

        I soar into Morning through mourning,

        With ejected “grief”,

        And empty heart,

        So, I long for darkness again,

        Tears Tonight!

Mirror Eye

Flooding agony gushes beyond my tears,

Through the silent voices and still memories,

Of fleeing present and perished past,

I fade away like vapor on the mirror,

On which I see myself evaporating,

To dissolve in your eyes,

As I look through,

I cease from disappearing,

Discovering my existence,

In every layer of nostalgic breathe,

I appear,

On the mirror of life,

Life that gushes beyond tears,

Through streams of sore reflections,

I define myself!

"Butterfly"

An aromatic spirit has flew to me from the space,
It’s all scented with “past” that’s overpowering,
With wings of smile and tear, it flies around me,
In every flutter and feather, in each detailed-ness,
I see my life written and designed on the surface!

I wonder, I realize, and I discover that “feeling”,
It’s buried within me, rooted deeply; “Nostalgia”,
I see the images flashing with every wave of it,
It’s born in the space that existed in every cell,
In Every nucleus, it’s alive to fill the void-ness!

This past tenor enters my world, to conquer me,
As I submitted to it, my world is no longer mine,
Just to be an alien, to be a physical, and a mortal,
This world of fantasy rests in my every thought,
Am powerless to fly along with this, Am Human!

Am struggling to be lost, to be immersed forever,
Let the immortal take control and consume me,
To hold this sweetest reminiscence for an eternity,
Let this song be heard till I flow to merge and unite,
To float over this in my loneliest hours, detached!

It’s not human, it’s not physical, it’s just nostalgia,
That crushed me, broke in me, flooded my heart,
It’s a feeling, it’s a tear, it’s a breath, it’s a mate,
That conquered me, and am battling to reach this,
Not to be bonded and bounded, but to be dissolved!

Unlike human, this “feeling” cannot refuse me,
It flows to me whenever I feel it, flies to my heart,
May be I subjugated over, as I can feel it all around,
Right there in air, on my finger tips, in my thoughts,
Whenever I want, it just thrives and exists for me!

A nostalgic music that’s played on my loneliness,
A bond, a connect, a conquer, a battle and my “part”,
It’s an angelic aroma that overflowed my musings,
It’s a magic that flew to me and made me fly high,
A trance, a space, a feel, and a gift that perfected me!