Friday, 29 April 2016

On Sadness

Ash in the eyes
Broken thoughts
Chaos within
Depression, death
Emit radiance..
Far away, miles apart
Hearts ache
Incessant; persistent,
Jaded hopes
Kiss the sky.
Love, its quirks
Mighty as oceans
Need colors
Orange and yellow,
Pink perhaps.
Quiet nights pass by
Restless days stand still
Solitude brings pain, and
The winter comes in.
Under the pale canopy
Vast, painfully grey
While waiting for life
Xerosis sets in.
Years creep in, creep out,
Zombies live on, bitter and sad.

Sunday, 24 April 2016

Me And Myself

That bridge is in a faraway land
How about the hills?
Away from the sea and sand,
We'll grow potatoes and peas
Lie down on a patch of grass
And doze off counting the stars...
We'll reclaim our soul
That was lost in the wilderness
Years ago when we'd lean
Upon a ruminating cow
And think about the secret passages
Leading to a wonderland...
We'd look in the dense hedges
For the nests of monstrous ants,
We'd run behind the ducks
Or get bitten by a goat
While feeding it the orange peels.
Beautiful days, weren't they?
Shall we run away to the hills?

Black Thoughts

Stealthily, the good slither away
The disgusting fill the vacuum
Hissing, growling, lurking
In those dark recesses.
The cob webs of pain trap them
As the monstrous spider
Approaches from the darkness.
Slowly, it devours each of them
Turning gluttonous and dangerous.
More get drawn into the vacuum
Millions and billions of them.
Each time, they get darker
And the spider gets larger.


How long will I love you
As long as the stars are above you
And longer if I can

For the past one hour, this song has been playing on a loop in my phone. And, it's a struggle to not cry and wonder why won't the tears stop streaming down. Apparently, everything seems to be in place. Yet, something is amiss. Something, without which, there's sadness in joy, chaos in peace and a bliss in pain. It doesn't rain anymore. The sunshine blinds and burns me. There's a never-ending winter storm that's crippling and numbing me.

How long will I be with you
As long as the sea is bound to
Wash upon the sand.