The Wind...

A blow of wind came from the window,
while I was asleep in a mellow dream,
the sky still dark with the moon in the corner,
filled with grey up to the brim.

The blowing wind takes along my rage,
for breaking the fragile walls of my dream,
i take a leap towards the kitchen,
consoling my soul…so bustling so serene..

My nerves sense the danger,
and my eyes shut with pain,
a heartless piece of glass,
has hurt my foot frame.

Pieces of crimson glass,
are shattered on the floor,
shining in the moonlight,
and red drops in galore.

A vase lie down..broken..helplessly on the floor

The reality flickered…
The memories shivered…
He is no more!!
It was a dream…delicate…broken…crimson

Oh wind …the wild wind….
You left a storm behind…

closed souls apart - YOU and ME

When the cozy winter evenings will walk on the busy streets,
and my lonely world will cross your bustling universe,
Will you look back at me? Like one accidentally sees a falling star….?
Don’t worry, I will make a wish on your behalf….

When people will ask for your forgiveness for breaking their promises,
Will you feel their shoes at your end?
making you remind.. you need to ask for forgiveness from a person…
A person who is standing at the opposite end of the world to forgive you and hold you in her arms…?

At night when no usual number will arrive on the mobile screen,
Will you dig the memory lane?
to find out which was that number.. u lost some ages back….
Like a lost puppy trying to find the bone he had buried somewhere so that the world cannot find it…?

At crowded tips of roads where shadows are filled to the brim,
and the blue sky is interrupted by electric wires running through,
a rowdy soul will hit your shoulder while you are in midst of ideas for your story….
and you will move forward taking his sorry and your anger..
Will it remind you of me?
For hitting me when I was in midst of a dreamland..
and we both were in the same direction….walking with each other….
And you left me in pain…. without even looking back?

When all the sorrow and the pain
will reach its happy end,
all the dreams stored in your eyes will take a real shape,
will you still feel an incompleteness deep in your heart?
Will you go on a search trip towards the dark end of the world
and find Me …. still incomplete without you..
Will you take back the incomplete feeling or…. Me??

The Autumn

When the leaves will turn brown,
in autumn they will swiftly flow down,
and the season will fade a goodbye,
I will miss you…

Everyone will celebrate the new season,
i will look at the lonely street without any reason,
everything will change slowly day by day,
I will still miss you…

My eyes will search for your image in the crowd,
like a ray of light trying to break free from a dark cloud,
your image will vanish like an illusion,
But I will still miss you…

I will try to get back to my routine,
and will try to enjoy some musical evenings,
that music too will bring back your memories,
and I will plead you to free me…

I will try to break the prison of my thoughts,
and I will helplessly try to untie those knots,

The innocent eyes will close their shutters,
then will drip down those helpless tears,

The memories, the feelings and those images,
and the worries stuck to me for ages,
will swiftly flow down,
like the leaves turned brown,

Now the life will take a turn,
like leaves changing in autumn,
and then, I will anxiously wait…
for a spring season in my fate..!!

The silent night

When the night approaches,
it's the sign of death.
In the coffin of moon...lie the cold souls.
No oxygen on the moon and no air to breathe in the coffin...
the helpless souls trapped in the body,
die of suffocation in the coffin.

The silent moon opening the lid for the sun...
the souls reincarnate...!!

The Trip..

The children of wild innocence on a trip...
They walk into the bus to a silent trip...
the smoke gathers,
the tongue penetrating in to take the taste,
their hearts withered together..singing the songs of silence...
and their bodies lie calmly on the floor,
the children on a trip to a immortal shore...!

And the soul writes...

On the pale yellow space,
black creatures come to life,
clinging to each other like innocent kids on the playground...
they play the games of
life and death..
smile and tears..
hope and dishonesty..
The ink of the soul gives them the power of getting carved forever...
The life has turned silent...
nobody speaks, no sign language...
only one medium of conversation --
the black creatures on the pale yellow space....!!!

The morning dew

Underneath the face I met the real you,
like one is amazed to touch the morning dew..

the world looks in anger..sometimes smiles,
but they never see inside you what truly lies..

they want you to do things they have done,
but they never feel your dreams and your passion..

In the darkened crowd my eyes find you,
like a drop of white cloud on the blue..

I feel i have known you before,
like waves going back after touching the shore..

You look at me and feel the same,
we unconsciously blame the mind game.

But it's too late to turn back,
there are no backward ways that can be tracked.

I am amazed to touch the morning dew,
because I am already now a part of YOU...!