a world of probabilities and possibilities
While I silently go insane, their salt
has turned into sugar. Happy with
new partner, they laugh at me. Those
grinning eyes, they keep asking
me questions – where is she,
for whom you betrayed
us. Everyday
they grill me –
my ex
tears.
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April – to some is a time of exuberance and bliss as winter transitions into spring. But death is the blindfold that awaits unassuming souls. A car zooming on freeway oblivious of what lies ahead – a lone trailer that loomed at a distance. From that distance, it appeared the trailer was moving slowly but it turned out to be standing still.
Leaving no room for reflexes, in a split second, the car rammed into the unknowing trailer. The windshield shattered like dandelions blown into the wind. Death lingered wanting to devour in its clutches unaware that this one was shielded by unseen.
death in the air
looking for another victim
on a hapless night
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At night when the world is asleep
and darkness hinders the sight
a voice in my head starts to creep
with horde of questions, emerging to bite
flashing memories of gone days
multitude of what if’s, starts to grin
a virtual warzone, all set ablaze
wondering – tonight, which side will win?
will hatred triumph this very moment
or love will prevail, yet another time
struggling amidst these facets – potent
heed not devil nor his crime
consoling myself, pushing the doubts aside
one more night – I calm the beast raging inside.
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In dark night, callous frames
dancing around fire making claims
truth must die and lie prevail
casting sorcery in gory ale
facsimile of what world is today
cooked with grudges in pots of clay
humanity is served as entree
– welcome to the devil’s buffet.
Photo Credits : DeviantArt
Myriad desires unspoken
sheathed in ceaseless ache
with breathings broken
longing evermore, at nights remain awake
someday dreams will be manifested
and prayers realized
yearning heart will feel rested
which once was love deprived
the hour of smelting noon
when the sun is ochre
wouldn’t let me resign
and settle for mediocre
seeking one divine, for I know I am cursed
– no ordinary love will quench this perennial thirst.
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Tiny droplets transforming into snow
preserving the memories inside
gliding fearlessly with the flow
settling silently as they subside
in enclosed crystallized world
allowing consciousness to be alive
waiting patiently to be unfurled
soon the moment will arrive
these memories will be thawed
when the sun will shine again
forgetting all that has been flawed
love will bloom and reign
Forget not faith oh hold that grip tight
Unlike heavens not all days are sunny and bright.
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Do you love me Pain ? I thought we parted ways
but I know you are around
though partly obscured – I can sense the gaze
awaiting the moment to sneak and pound
when tides start turning in my favor
instantly you start conspiring
not for a moment do you waver
piercing inside like a drill whirring
when gloomy skies just start turning clear
you step in lurking precariously
from arcane alcove you always appear
scathing, stinging venomously
why do you keep coming back – I asked, irked
to spare you another heartbreak – pain smirked.
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Your fragrance still lingers
can never forget the touch of your fingers
that vacation in Bern
long nights and Sauterne
those promises of forever
at night, still give me tremors
inside my heart – now, grief and burn
your thoughts, me and my eternal yearn.
Photo Credits: Twin Flames
As I gazed at the desolated sand dunes
looking for a reason that keeps them alive
what was once a sea – dancing to magical tunes
it is impossible to simply unlive
The memories of someone dear
still evokes the feeling to imitate those waves
why do you create the mirages so clear
reminisces of past – lifelessly raves
I asked, when the night falls in – do you also cry?
a wind passed through the sand grains – revealing a hollow sound
as if, it wanted to speak – but kept looking at the sky
in it’s own pain – it seemed so drowned
Desert – a designated barren land
rarely anyone ever feels the pain it stand.
Now you are busy when the room is full
ardently heaping the manipulated praises
being carried away in an enchanting pull
thinking it’s fun – living promiscuously
calling them experiences, to escape the gazes
easily accessible and leaving as quickly
No, you wouldn’t understand now …..first you have to rise above
come to me – when you are tired of these games
until then, spare me your pretentious love.
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