Desolation

Heart, Blank and white
The effect of a dark night.

Barren like an ancient desert
Dead even to a stream of water.

A desertion along with impertinence
Deserved it, may be, the curse of desolation.

(31-12-10)

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The Dead Petal

On the dark street of a dark heart
Was laying a petal dropped of a bud
Pressed, crushed under some foot
for the darkness of dark street of dark heart.

A drop from a petal spread over the street,
leaving tint on the stones of it.
To remind them
a petal that once existed,
and that it was dropped,
and got crushed.
(accidentally, inadvertently though.)

(24-12-2010)
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On the streets of dark heart

In the depths of dark streets of my heart
once I took a walk
Touched the bare walls,
Which, to my illusions,
With colors were blooming.

In the depths of dark streets of dark heart
once I took a walk
and saw the silent corners,
which, to my misapprehensions,
with voices/sounds were filled.

on the dark streets of dark heart
then I went ahead
wading my way
through the sad gray colored air,
which to my ironic delusions
was pink, blooming with red.

On the dark streets of dark heart
As I walked listening crushing sound of
dry leaves and branches,
feeling them broken under my bare feet,
leaves and branches
fallen after an unnoticed storm.

In the center of dark heart
I sat at the square trying to overcome
my shock and a newly gained grief,
And to recollect myself to go out,
to find some place of relief.

I looked up for a direction
Another distress,
All the corridors looked same
wearing identical gloominess
competing darkness.
The uniqueness I obliged them with once
it seemed had worn out, no signs(were)left.

(part 2 )

I shouted in the well
Where I heard a thump, where my heart dwells
“why look the way, I never wanted you to be
Its all ruined, get up and see?”

I heard a sound poignant and deep
It was my heart, woke up from sleep

“dear It was always like this,
That festival has long passed
The festival I never owned
those shades not my character, how would I possess

it was your hallucination
the people and sounds
your wishes and imaginations
you were always empty and alone
and I was doomed as desolated as I am!”

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(25-12-2010)

THE DAY AND ME

(Part-1)

“Don’t go !” I asked the day passing by
A dash of surprise in its eyes,
Silently refusing me it smiled!!
Day:- “Dear, I am done,
Emptied my Churn,
Have nothing to burn!”

I:- “But, where you heading to?
Some of you can I hold on to?”
Day:- “To My home in west,
I am tired, need final rest.”

I:- “Leave me some of your ray,
inch of you to keep me gay,
to Shoo my fears to bay.”
Day:- “I have left me on you,
Have dried you,…
walked and tanned you,
Nonexistent though, I will be with you,”

I:- “Black intensely is the night,
Your traces not that bright,
And then ‘walking you’….?
I am sorry, I did not do !“

On my childish appeals,
at the day
Sun winked and beamed.
Day:- “you dint drink me when I was young,
Now I have to go, don’t hold my robe’s fringe.
Night cannot wait and ,
My life has come to end.”

My heart wanted to sink.
Heavy with tears,
my eyes refused to blink.
Speechless, answerless I
was unable to think.

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Part 2
(Conti……)
Day:- “there is a tomorrow
that Sun will bring
It will not resemble me
It will be different, It will not be me .

(nov/dec 2010)

When we let our love overcome our anger…..!!

We fight
For things, words, and moments,
(that) slipped or went wrong.
(in the process of )Making them right,
we fight.

The egos and the clash,
Then a silence.

I wearing my feminine personality,
Which ‘they’ rendered into “genderless identity”,
(and say, does hold a human’s dignity)
(I )hesitate to give myself up,
while wearing this proof of new equality.

And Adam you?
A tinge of ‘Rudra’ your shadows show.
And the ice, arresting your feet,
is melting very slow.

Those moments of silence,
just increase.
But the air carries Love vapors,
the air we(still) breathe.

Into calmness
the silent moments transform,
which anticipates, asks
for a thunderstorm.


Then faster the waft starts to flow,
Misbalancing us shaking us,it
pours more love vapors in every blow.

Then the storm arrives,
quenching our respective angers,
sweeping our common worries,
it leaves.
Gray coloured sky fades,
giving way to pink shades.

Shedding our ego cloak,
we reach to each other.
Promises, assurances and,
we hug each other.
Tears, smiles and
we kiss each other.
And hence
love prevails over anger and
we become each other.

(8-12-10)

UNDER MY SKIN

--In the texture of my skin
you leave some of yours,
giving the expression, experience
of your presence
even in your absence.

--And..
the love you leave with me
grows, as my skin grows.
You are painted on me,
as with your love my skin glows.

--You become inseparable
you always with me.
Running under my skin
You are part of me.


(15-12-2010.2:25AM)