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The puny coil

Eyes haggard, lashes falling out
Sitting by the window
Still svelte bones, all inutile
Fingers painted in red
Delicate but drained of all wine

Mom would scamper when she’d walk
Now she awaits the moment
Words still spill out like ancient songs
But like mom knew footprints didn’t last
Memory always lasts, breath does not

From sleeping beds to walking chairs
There must be a reason of her iced life
Maybe just to uphold poignant life
Darkening her own moon
She sits by the window awaiting her son




On a stranded road
Where fear shivered on every bow
Where the world was lost in a wink
In a sudden hour, the gust forked away
The only companion- shadow departed
Where every marred heart lost its music

Laconism walks every step
Where fires burn in rainstorms
Where dreams- wish for a rainbow at night
The dew drops freeze in the sun
Wish for the time to fly, but it awaits
It awaits and then longs to run

An opened chamber cannot be shut
It flows like a volcano in winter
Yearn to forget, cease to remember
Run from warmth, scared to shiver
Slowly and then suddenly
Fall apart and vacate

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Time traveled the wide oceans
We left those Patio’s
But yet I look up to you in those stars
You yet don’t forget to be the Vega

The ropes we tied, the barriers we crossed
They chained my soul, crossed my heart
The flowers we grew, the fences we broke
They raise my hope, break my utopia

You evaded darkness
You brought words to life
You made the methuselah bright
You made silence sing to you

You made pain endurable
You made happiness limitless
You made life alluring

I’m draped in pride, Not in blood

Nay, I say, I ain’t a criminal
They burnt my house
I swear, I saw the smoke evoke                    
Black, and misty it surrounded
I cried until my lungs burnt
In the mist a red lurked
A woman’s voice, mother she was
A man in black ran for cause
Caught in spear his body lumped
He fell, his face in pain, still my dad

Nay, I ain’t a criminal
No, it wasn’t my kill
Burning lungs, dismembered heart
Was all I wanted to alleviate
A mother’s heart, father’s pride
Was all I wanted to emancipate

Nay, I ain’t a criminal
And yet I let you choke me
With respectful, peaceful white ropes
Around my nape -draped in pride

Charismatic Colours

Oh the colors
Bathing in the sun
Singing with the rain
The child of nature
Playing with resplendence
Placid when the clouds cry

Spreading the fragrance of violets
Composed in the wild
Inspirational, Yes the wide sky
Elegant like a wide meadow
Shining to the sun
Warm, awaiting the next moment
As Precious as love is

A part of giggles of the kids
Reason of smiles to the innocents

Look! Those sane eyes
They glitter when they see me

I come when the sky is depressed
When the sun is happily cheering
And I never forget the beauty
The allure God gifted me


Towards The Black

It’s complete darkness
I feel my blood thumping
My words have no voice with them
My tears have gone dry

I am crouched in a corner                                                Image
Spots on blood on the matress
A pool of blood at the door

I dare not move
I dare not whisper
I dare not raise my eyes

I stay there like a painted lady
In a painted room

The dreams seem so real now
The desires are washed with the rain
The heart has crumpled to a tiny dot
The soul has flown with the wind
The body breathes alone, without living

I hide from my shadow
I am scared of my reflection

My limbs refuse to move
My throat refuses to spin a word
My eyes refuse to squeeze a drop

I have become Icarus to the sun
I have become moth to the lamp
I have become slave to the darkness
It endures me

I am now led towards the black

Until The End Scoops me

I saw around, among the pines and thrones
A flight of stairs; red as blood, black as coal
The marble was cold
Felt like ice between the toes

I looked around for another way 
Pale grey stones, monstrous climbers I see
But “No” I thought, “I cannot wait”
For the flowers to grow among the stones

I hopped upon the first step
Cheerful like a morning squirrel, I leapt
I fall down among tearful roses
They shudder with silence as their thrones laugh
But I ignore, seeing the glowing light ahead

I smile and take the next step
I feel like i have the world around
“I’m old enough to make decisions” I think
I am happy, content with my company and fame
The angry, saddening faces, sweet voices, I hear
But alas! I ignore again

I sweep their trembling memories and walk to the next stair
I have responsibilities, but I ignore
I question everything, blame my company
Fight, but I know the time has ran
My ‘tears’ I feel; hot and damp
It has no effect on the stone-heart stair

I limp to the final stair without emotion
My hair are white, white like the ghost’s gown
My skin is rough, like the desert sand
I close my eyes, my last tear escapes 


And then, I find no-one beside me
Not the ice- stair, not the sweet voices- i wait for them
Nor my responsibility needs me anymore
I leave my stairs alone