It is often said that good stories and poems can lift up your mood in no time. As for me, I am just an ordinary human with a colourful vision. We all have our own shades through which we look at this world. Here, I would be presenting some of my pieces; join them and you’ll exactly know how my shades look like! You’ll find an arcade of emotions wrapped up in a surreal blanket of my imaginations, every tale will tell you a different story.
So, if you’re bored with your daily chores, stuck up somewhere, entrapped in a myriad of complications or you feel lonely even with a cup of coffee and music on a moonlit night, my compositions will be your companion. You might not be able to connect with all of it, but some of the pieces are sure to cut through your mind. Keep reading, persist in relating!
I cannot see that hand;
The one that held mine loosely,
Leaving me perplexed.
Observations fall prey to a bizarre delusion,
Truth acts like yesterday’s hallucination.
Wrapped in the robes of action,
Your eyes narrate concoctions of passion.
Words entwine subtle gestures,
Obscuring reality from deception.
Disappearing smiles besiege me ad nauseum,
Memories prefer to stay locked up in the Museum.
Ruminations guide me into a land not known;
Dead ends break into labyrinths of life,
To honour the quest of my toes.
I keep on lighting extinguished candles,
Burning my fingers in the fire of woes.
A cicatrix shows up on your fist,
The real gashes are elsewhere,
Hidden behind the masquerade of ‘nowhere’.
See through it, see through it!
Once upon a time in a city,
I found a man, troubled and lonely.
I offered him some money with utmost kindness,
He served me repudiation with grains of sweetness.
He looked less than gold and diamonds,
His words disconnected him from vagabonds.
We walked a long way,
Talked even more;
The crimson Sky shouted out to the setting Sun,
“Encore! Encore! Encore!”
We talked about our lives, Of dreams under construction, And also about those, Eaten up by destruction. We criticized the angels and appreciated the demons, Our eyes met often breaching all reasons.
Deep into the woods we walked,
And played games until we found ourselves locked!
The flimsy cage questioned my courage,
I broke it open with flaring rage.
Freed from the hutch,
I stretched my hand towards my partner in distress,
Anguish covered my eyes as I saw no face.
Once upon a time in a city,
I found myself, happy yet lonely.
Nightly images came out in a dusky evening,
Letting out my desires and inner feeling.
I walked for long and talked no more,
For I was in love with my presence,
And the mind that I bore.
Breaking the geniality of the Azure,
She strides in majestically.
Rickety trees mourn in silence,
Over the cadaver of their beloved comrades.
Her presence is felt through shivers,
A cold heart is all that she bears.
The dermis of health is cracked open,
Leaving scars beyond cure.
Obscured in the cruelty of her disposition,
Lie verities indubitable.
She smells of a strange lonliness,
That shatters the insincerity of rosy images.
An isolation so grave,
Preaches sermons of running in pain.
She begins to end in a realization svelte,
Oh Winter! Your warmth will never be felt.