|The copious ink,that flows through my nib,Is a bit too picturesque,Am amazed to look at it's red,Still has blood stains in it|
Burning for me, she harboured herself in the dark,
A ray of light, from a door left ajar,
The beauty she is, syllables seek her hide,
She's a Dantè on a canvas of Whites...
The kiss of a lake....
With an axe stuck deep in my chest,
I walk the barren night woods,
The heaviness lost in foot steps,
A vicious red dripping down the handle,
An evident trail for the wolfs that follow,
Heaving, I took my final breath,
stepped towards the water bed,
No ripple in the darkness of her lake ,
A light hymn in black dress,
Calling me in, a seductress
Dragging my bleeding self in her waters,
The chills now rose to my chest,
Bloody clouds leaving dissolving thin,
The copper on my lips said
My blood was tasteless,
vines of ice engulfing my neck,
eyes submerged deep in
saw the pain leaving in the bubbles that left my breath,
My tears unseen adding to her body,
The subtle feel of your stealthy fingers,
The soundless friction doubting my existence,
They all resonate under her squeals,
For I'm an invisible friend to them,
A semi trance fantasy,
A blur midair...
A rosette in stardust blooming,
Her Vines wounded round my heart,
kaleidoscope of broken celestials,
She's my wilder prose of Mozart....
A distant wild flower...
She's a wild flower a few poetries were written on,
The cherry blossom that allures towards majestic thorns,
Guarded her beauty,
she roars lioness purr,
For She can't be plucked,
Or tucked under the leaves,
intricacy bordering her petal of lips,
For a lot desires of her gentle imprints,
Brushes wont draw her piece, her skin,
None of that camouflage lies her evenings...
She makes pollock's canvas shy,
Her dwindling off shore reminds me of old times,
Of the reflected sunshine,
The way she looks,
I wish she could see,
She feels like a different entity,
To be loved beyond one comphrends,
A home besides her nest,
How she feels when caressed,
The way she smel...
Her thousand names.....
What name have you been using,
Should I keep one or nah?
Your placebo on my placebo,
Try not to wither you stance,
Get the one closer to me,
A door in my mind,
Have you been trying not to reach me,
It never looked like that....
You're a mystery in reflectance,
running away in plain sight
Your flickle attempts to hide
Clues in bright light,
Babe your facade is broken,
A tail tale of unspokens,
Come, try all you might,
or step closer on my side,
In the streaks of golden flames,
Imma whisper all your names....
Kiss you braille....
Let me read you blindfold,
Where you glow in my gliphs
Let me kiss you precise
I'll be reading braille with my lips...
If only he could tell,
Once a broken rib, she's now his spine...
Aaj kitno ki hogi nazar tum par,
Meri nazron se naa dekha hoga,
Har shaam me naa usne,
Duao me saraha tumhe,
Naa Aankhon me taak kr tumhari,
Seene se lagaya tumhe,
Ek heer hi na thi jispar,
Log deedar sunate the,
Ek mai bhi kagaz par jarr jau,
Tere syahi k un pankhon se;
tere sarafi ki ummed h,
Mera ek paigaam tu bhi sun,
Tu milega jis jis din mujhko,
Tere ankon se nikla wo kajal tere ankhon ko hi laga dunga,
Mere nazron se naa dekhe koi tujhe
tujhe duniya se chupa dunga,
Bas ek dafa tujhe aur dekhu,
Kya mai khud ko rok paunga?
Tujhe paya na jo mai kabhi,
Teri yaadein h kai hazaar,
Bas ek dafa tujhe aaur dekh lu,
Kyaa dekh lu aaur ek baar?
Page by page the crisp no more,
This book now acquaints me too
I find the pages soggy in this rusty humid air,
A lil moist than it should feel
Like a pillow muffling my cry
below my heavy head
Embracing it I wish to fall asleep
Write my dreams upon
My ink spreading
Colours smudge these dog-eared slates,
I crave my painted books
In them blotchy inkdrip stains...
Strings holds her memories to me,
For I'm yet so feel her voice trembling on my name......
Strings holds her memories to me,
For I'm yet so feel her voice trembling on my name......
What else would I need,
She's a tablespoon olive n cherries,
in my teaspoonful sugar broth.....
The elixir in her poison...
She dissolves in me like poison
Flowing in my veins,
She gives me my high,
My trembling fingers n the frost on them,
I see the shuddering moonlight,
See the willowy smoke,
Caressing her contour
I'd run amok,
N when Im too tired to run,
To tired to breathe,
I'd lie down on my back,
look far into the night skies,
searching of a constellation that resembles her face,
I'd find a drop of elixir in her mighty poison vase....
Something's clinking in me,
Would you fix my broken rib?
If you can't reach,
Would you dig a lil deep?
Coz I still fall for you every day,
Would you keep me in one piece?
Hug me in your entirety,
Would you take your righteous place,
Somewhere deep Inside me?
Only if these sunflowers knew,
How they are being chased,
Instead of the roses they gaze,
You'd always see them face to face
It's never the flower that turns,
It's the sun that moves,
following the sunflower's daze....
Burns of the burnt red...
The ruby shades of varying reds,
Ones bordering my charred edges,
Are seemingly faded from desires,
My insides are not tolerant no more,
They burn the dwindling fire,
I've learnt washing off my blood won't rid me from these shades,
For these stains embedded in me,
Are the burns of the burnt red.....
It all started at the beach
And a door left ajar,
Through the creak You could see,
A doorway that led somewhere serene,
How can I not remember her hesitantly opening the door,
Her distants still in places where it should have been her skin,
I remember the sand being everywhere,
The water taming skylights,
A mild chill in dusky light air,
I could breathe her in
And couldn't breathe her at the same time,
In the dark skies her door felt like christmas beautifying my blinding nights,
I felt like a man born with eyes,
For when I entered her home,
I saw colours shashaying in moonlight....
Who calls it a night on mime accords
They have drenched the the tides in moon
You wont call it a night on seas high
Unless I see in you the jittering broken glass
Lighting the waters in chromic hues
Or stars maturing to lunarcy
The crisp you hear when I rub my hands,
seeks the moist in these red hue,
Breathing you in,
Toxic as they say,
For I see the gold in dehiscent leaves,
floating on the air
No feather buyont enough
The same goes for emotions in me,
Toxic they flow slowly,
Dipping you in my sense....
Words are what they are,
What you make of them,
Perception maybe a done hazard
Or a goblet of cayn purple flame,
Scarring inside ,
Breathing thin from the viscous air,
Reality hits hard for the harsh is yet to come
The life of Fables feels a bit too surreal,
The way it pours down on the bounds about to be loosen,
And when it flows to the ropes,
Ashes fell into oceans
These waters always complained of her blues,
My ashes too dark she holds in her creaks her burrows,
Ones whose counts reminds her ,
Of the times she has suffered vain,
Or the sounds of shovel been raised,
To make another dent to bury the sins.....
The brighter fire...
Vehemence took me off guard,
Acrid waters turning blue in their eyes,
I've seen them weep in the dark,
Light enough for me to see,
felt like those twinkling sunray between dense leaves,
How they cried in vain or crumbled against their will,
Poors have their voice buried under necessities,
I've seen them live in the dark,
When asked for the reason,
Their voice had the heaviness of 80 year old,
"The only reason we fight and survive,
Is because the fire within Us burns brighter,
than the one that's burning Us from outside"....
Mist still hovering distant lights,
A blurry concussion of yellow and whites,
A purple skyline with silhouette canine,
The silence grazing, getting into me,
A walk amongst them flashes memories I didn't know I had,
These mists are somehow related to me.....
The sound it makes,
When the silk flows down her skin,
The air shifts around her,
She's a work of art,
That eludes lust,
let her fickle drape fall,
You'll see why they call it 'her labyrinth'.....
A silent howl,
Far behind my moonscape,
Through those unnamed mountains,
Can’t you hear?
Let it engulf you in your own mind,
Feel the impressions tracing your fingers into the dark,
Fear showing on your forehead,
Dripping along your eyebrows,
In wait of a blink,
To be the necessity of those puzzled pieces,
Pieces whose edges are now blunt,
Scraping blood stains from the floor,
Rusting those faces printed on them,
No face can ever be torn without blood dripping their hands,
No face be torn without breaking some crimson red,
Or without the coppery taste when red rivulets touche...
The Checks on ground beneath,
Criss crossing threads in patchy black n whites,
Restricting me from moving along my will,
paths were chosen every turn I took,
Chosen by someone too zesty for me,
each time I was asked for a lie,
A mist filled my whereabouts,
Afraid to fall on ground,
For unknown thoughts written on these walls,
I've seen walls distort in faces,
Mouths wide open,
Grasping the air,
The final move was played,
Never in my faith,
From the first move itself,
It was a checkmate!
Like a light that directs Me in dense fog,
Let me reach you blindfolded,
Whispering hymns in boulder swooning winds,
Rush in me,
Burn me within,
For I'll be the noir in your serene ecstasy....
I shouldn't have....
I shouldn't have looked,
You look more graceful than you used to,
Somehow your hairs have curled in just the perfect way,
You look more beautiful, more cheery, more happening.....
I guess I did love you at some part of my life,
N you still have some part of me with you,
I wonder where did you lose it,
Or if kept, how far is it from your heart......
Tie a thread on my ring when we meet,
I wanna show the stars n seas,
the girl I tell them about all the time?
The kind of ode you read in her eyes,
Mine sings with the beauty of it,
And there's just one more door to send my voice beyond,
Door you'd see deep within,
She never knew her gifts were more than just fables n fallacies,
For she is the key... She is the key...