A Dark Drizzle

Dark nimbus clouds came to me

in the form of a girl.

My own guardian angels,

are playing ploys on me.

A look of you alone, makes

old memories come dance in front of me,

Hence my heart feels disconsolate.

Hey damsel, do tell me a truth,

Does your smile to the others,

ever divulge the rile you hold for me?

Tell me, how much does it cost

For you to utter a word to me,

or at least to steal a look at me?

You transpired into my life as a lightning,

and now, have left me annihilated.

Your beautiful eyes would have caused

me no grief at all,

if they were well-concealed,

behind your eye lids.

By making a net out of your splendor,

to cage me and, to kidnap my heart

You were the one who bestowed upon me the craving to love you,

And now you leave me hurt?

I know not, where you learnt such an enchantment

you exhausted on me.

I still live, but in a reverie,

to be granted a boon to hold your hand once again.

From the Depths of Darkness

One left him dead,

Buried under the layers of soil and dirt,

Like a coffin containing a dead body,

She forsake him to the damp and the gloom,

Into the depths of darkness underground.

The other foraged for him,

Through the damp and the gloom,

Unmindful of the layers of soil and dirt,

Realizing the potential of his existence,

She seeped through the depths of darkness underground.

She had the touch of life,

Blended as a soul mate,

Nurtured him and to nutrition him,

Held him strong under the damp and the gloom,

To break through the depths of darkness.

One had buried him to the ground,

Forgetting that he is a seed,

The other had foraged for him in the ground,

Knowing that he is a seed,

To realize his destiny, through the depths of darkness.

He rose through the damp and gloom,

Strong and steady, growing every day.

Why would he try to blend in,

While he was born to stand apart,

Securing his unique place in nature, from the depths of darkness.

Though the wind left him lonely and deserted,

The role was indispensable though,

Without the wind,

Who would know the importance of water,

For the seed to break through the depths of darkness.

The flow of the wind, and seepage of the water,

Are as necessary a process, the vicious cycle continues,

Is all but a part of life,

Let the wind flow, for the water to reach you,

Till then, wait for it alone in the depths of darkness.

The Brittle Smile

Parched lips, into open legs,

That’s what you have, to offer anyone.

A kiss of lust, with a deep release,

It’s what they pay with, for the night.

Tamed hair and meticulous makeup,

For each man to abuse,

Lack of dignity, more shame,

All because, you choose to.

Naked dates, drugs and alcohol,

Fishing is world’s oldest profession,

You have only changed the bait.

Why blame the attitude of the mothers,

Or the regret of your fathers.

Yet another amour,

To the worthless sentiments of your inamorato,

You speak to another stranger,

Because, love doesn’t pay the bills.

Sell yourself to lust, tell another lie,

Cry yourself to sleep, sing another song

Fake love and real pain,

The smile as frail as glass,

The brittle smile,

Breaking at every passing man.

The Unopened Book

You think you saw me bare,

Because of the clothes I took off.

You think you saw me cry,

Because of some tears from my eyes.

Tell me, what is my dream?

Tell me, what breaks my heart?

You have seen me exposed,

You have embraced my body.

You have felt my lips,

Like that of a soul mate.

Tell me, something about my childhood,

Tell me, a story of mine you were not a part of.

You have seen it lie around,

Never cared enough to open it.

A silent reminder in the closet,

You expected to be always there.

A book you once found,

But never got around to opening.

The Triumph of the Will

The quill felt cozy,

Embracing the warmth of his fingers,

The ink dripped,

Eager with expectations,

His command over language returned.

The maple wood didn’t break,

The strings wouldn’t corrode,

Ever eager for his return,

When he put the bow to the string,

The music was as enchanting as ever.

The audience held their breath,

His supporters wouldn’t leave him,

Their applause never meant to be withheld,

No wasted actions, no wasted words,

He was the orator they always knew.

The sacrifices were made,

They knew he wouldn’t notice,

But that didn’t perturb them,

Their love was rewarded,

When they had their friend back.

The dreams were back,

The universe conspired to help him,

As unfair advantage, life was so not fair,

The fate welcomed him with open arms,

For it is to be The Triumph of the Will

The Mute Lover

It is her face,

I wake up to everyday,

Probably she would say the same.

She is the last person I see,

Before I go to sleep,

Same would hold for her.

I had a good day,

I expect her to smile with me

But she wouldn’t,

Her expression as frozen as ever.

I had a bad day,

Would she hug me,

Or console me with soft words?

She wouldn’t even inch a little bit.

I missed her all day,

I tell her so,

She doesn’t even care to respond.

I hold back no more,

And confess, I love her,

She doesn’t even blink in acknowledgement.

She just stays the same

And stares back,

Frozen in her expression,

Mute in her responses.

Though she stands a pure display of love,

But would not say so,

Stays indifferent and impassive to my moves,

And apathetic to my emotions.

Alas, what more can I expect,

From just A Picture of Her.

Missing You

The mess is noisy,

And the friends are nosy,

Why do I feel so lonely,

Even with so much company?

The chair beside me is empty,

The bed is as tidy as it was in the morning,

The dryness in my lips,

Everything about me reeks with the way I am Missing You.

Every step I take, every page I flip,

Everything I touch, every breath I take in,

It’s a silent but a relentless reminder,

I am missing you.

I speak of you all the time,

With my friends, with my sisters, even with strangers,

They probably know by now,

How much I am Missing You.

Every person I meet,

Every phone call I answer,

Every message I receive,

I see a part of you even though you are nowhere around.

Every song I listen to, every video I watch,

No matter what the distraction,

You are a constant presence in my mind,

And a staunch cue of how much I am Missing You.

You are everywhere I go,

You are everything I see,

But then, I know, you are nowhere nearby,

Probably just a souvenir, that I am Missing You.