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.

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.

Empty

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.

His Love

His love is the fluorescence of the fireflies
That dance around the grumpy bushes
Beneath the fragrant mango trees.
Tis sometimes the gentle breeze
That kisses the fluttering, gay leaves
And charms them with the magic it weaves.
Sometimes it's a shadow in a meadow,
Formless, colourless, seeking her essence,
Sometimes, it's a beautiful rainbow
Lively, yet unaware of its unique brilliance.
Her soul knows, life may be long or brief,
Drenched in his love, it'll know no grief.

Distance

In the sleepless silence,
Her soul darkened by the shadow
Of love, its wintry insolence;
One that the memories summon,
In his thorny absence,
Wept; it wept no tears of pain
But a bit of life's essence.

On A Quiet Rainy Day

It's raining and I had the whole day to myself to relax and introspect. Life hasn't changed much, neither have I. Just like the rain. Sometimes, it is a heavy downpour, sometimes, a drizzle. But the essence remains the same. Sometimes, I wish I had him close so I could tell him all my thoughts and sometimes I wish, he was here and understood the unspoken. We haven't seen too many rainy days together. I just wish we do in the near future. A few more days to go. I'll see him again and I hope it rains. There's nothing more beautiful than the rain and the beloved by your side in winter.