Despite

I dread to write this poem tonight
Thinking it might be a possible end.
A coarse punishment for my doings.
My tears fear of deviant pain
And mind of nonchalant feat.
My lips stammer of breathless vows
Hands feel the spasms of bereft.

To whom I go… whom to cry …
I misplaced my diary somewhere.
I cannot keep myself happy …
To whom I go … whom to cry..
I think I misplaced myself somewhere.
Emotions superfluous, despite coloring them with crayons.

But now the tenant has to vacant the house.
It was destined.
The spring of sanity is run past now.
I think I have to go back again …
In the womb, as an embryo
For I know the future and map it my way.

Where did you sleep last night ?

Can you express?
Express yourself??
Content, anger and sulk.
Yes. Yes.
Then we are even.
Weak like a snail in summer.
Do cover yourself with quilt in the dark winters.

Was it an easy compromise?
Tell me …
Open up, I ought to know.
I have the immune. Don’t worry.
Fine, I promise, I won’t bid adieu.

Oppressive tears are askew fires
Eclectic.
Of plethora emotions concealed.
Infant love to adolescent love. It’s a journey
A colossus.
Yet to be matured.
Omnipresent he is, ominous she became.
Remember
Each height has a measure.
And when immeasurable, prohibit the give- away’s.
The wanting spine turned to an unwanted spiral.

It aint easy to do selfless love.
Not everyone can become an altruist like you.
Realize. Only pain leads to valor.
Each sob, a naked wound.
Still she cannot say no to him.
Oh you altruist…

Aftermath, I asked..
Can you express??
No. No.
I concluded, we are even.

Relative Compliments

What is a coffee without sugar ?
A sour taste.
Acting an antiseptic, healing the lethal minds.
Kissing your lips… hiss the seductiveness
Do not fall for it, My darling !
It engulfs the blithe innocence,
Leaves you drenched and addictive.

What are shoes without socks??
An amusing reality.
Devoured of fantasies and dreams.
Record the faint murmur… hear it carefully…
You heard it right ..
Yes you heard it right!
He said “ its all over”
No point in re-enacting the inquisition
Stop contemplating!
it’s love no deal.
I know ..
I know my child, you feel.
You feel the pain of love.
Staggering breadth of ineptness inside.
But you never listened to me,
Didn’t I tell you ...
That a shoe alone will always bite!

Annhilation

It aint that the paper is blank ..
The words are resisting to befall.
It isn’t that I am not heeding the symphony …
I saw the death of libretto.
It isn’t that I don’t want to live life …
I cannot succumb to practicality wavering my dreams off.
Easy living should revolve around easy populace ..
My friend!!
I rather enjoy the complexities .
I am nothing …
I am NOTHING !!

The Dead Footsteps

Air chokes me to my death
Shadows of the dark cribbing …
I wish I die of this strangulation and my effigy burned.
My limbs can’t stay idle
I wish I could be a leper …
My brain frenzied at every reflection
The reflection of myself and others in the mirror
I wish I could smash it and embellish the blood painted pieces!!

But Oh ! I am so tired ..
Tired of …fragmentation …the trajectory fragmentation

I want to escape , escape out of this world
I can’t flutter my lashes like a normal girl does..
Ohh I want to escape , escape with him ..
Take me to a cliff and let him throw me down there …

I want to run, run away from this world
I can’t fake to love and be practical
Oh I want to run, run away with him …
Take me to the sea and help me drown

Is it pain or pleasure ??

Is it pain or pleasure, the lover chides
Like a furnace burning, his heart smolder
It ain’t the fear of loosing but
The fear of not growing together
A stamp barred from the letter!!
Is it pain or pleasure, the lover chides
Says ‘what a nine inch heart would realize??’
There is no longevity of loneliness, like an ageless century
There is a longevity of love, like wrinkles on your face
A hue lost its cry!!

Is it pain or pleasure, the lover chides
Nine years have slipped like a sleepless night
The moment he feared to see…
She was with her better-half and child
Pain turned into anguish
The moon bowed amidst the sun’s heat

Is it pain or pleasure, the lover chides
Unlashed the bolts of questions and annihilates answers
Its both, he pens it down
The hurt surfaces like earth
Oh! I Am hurt …
I am hurt, he writes..
Love can never come of age .. it’s a mere fungus !