Romance – Virtual Marionette

March 11, 2024

Who are you? (4)

I have known you for a while!
Distant places reach out to me
Like photos in the album of my memory.
Words stuck in between pauses,
Phrases lost in translation,
The poignant sound of silence-
Remind me of a surreal ‘you’.

The waves of time hit on the shores
Of what my eyes cannot perceive.
A sharp jab of pain unnerves me.
Reality is but a knife widening the cracks
Of my delusional fantasies.
Question marks keep piling on my answers.
A never-ending battle between my needs and wants
Creates a face that resembles yours.
Who are you?
A treacherous game that never finishes,
Or a ray of hope that never diminishes?

P.S.: You might also want to have a look at the other parts of ‘Who are you?’. Check my previous posts for that.

March 31, 2020

Unrest

Silence lost in the mystery of yesterday,
Narrates a story;
Surpassing the strict check of your armoured mind
I whisper into your ears,
Of dreamy mornings in the days of yore.
I hope you never heard the sound of my stealthy steps.
Not knowing who you were,
I spent hours basking in the mirth of an unplanned misery.
I hope you never felt the warmth of my palms,
My touch lacked the capacity to stir emotions.
My eyes never revealed anything without your permission,
The shine talked about the mischief of dust.
My lips never broke a promise
Even when I was breaking into pieces,
Dousing myself in the fire of agony,
All by myself.
I just hope that this is just a hope.

November 24, 2019November 24, 2019

Unreal

The clock struck twelve at night,
The winter being unendurable,
An abiding pause had taken over the place,
Until a droning sound was heard.

The murkiness had been turned off,
By a streak of light emanating from the cellphone.
Her eyes gleamed,
Miles away, a boy looked at her picture with a prepossessing smile.

They talked late into the night,
Certainly, they were foolish,
Topics ranged from transistors to aircrafts,
Little did they know that they were under the mercy of Cupid.

She cooled her heels in a meadow where he kept waiting as well,
The meadow being surreal,
They never met.

Both of them knew the Reality,
Hiding emotions had become a game,
Long conversations had lost their charm,
And short ones left them in torment.