Walking through me Is a form of myself Utterly lost, and searching. Looking for nothing. Walking through me I find muses strewn In sighs and tears Betrayed and broken. Talking of nothing. Walking through me In the flow of my blood I miss the drift of warmth Of love. All lost for nothing. Walking through…
In love, and out of it..
I'm again rusty with poetry but dying to express too Sometimes... You just want to be known. You want your love to be held and cherished... To be deserving the arms of warmth and reciprocation. But at the end of the day... All you really do is compose a bit of broken words... Not worth…
Merry Christmas, dear readers
Hopes in the past make way, For dreams of mornings-alseep. Upon the belief of yesterday is buried The seeds you've sown to reap. For all the times there are to come, And all stories yet to be told Love and hope and belief Makes life possible to thus unfold. ........... Let's fill this…
A little surprise that greets me every morning…
This little guy posed for me and I couldn't help compose a bit of words for him. 😃
Unaltered words
Eyes look like Vacant emotion Of dry tears The plea to cry lidded Beneath thick walls of kohl Utterances, answers- reduced To orphan talk in phoney voice Unclaimed belief frets loosely Within the hold of hypocritic truth Movements, motion- maimed To mere mechanic ticking of time Forced routine and dreary steps Fall back into cycles…
Yours…
Times I smiled
within your words, i found, a voice of me i lost, within your smiles, i saw my own reflections embossed, within you presence, and mere existence, i found my own engrossed in wordy talks, in light muse, the poems that I did spell, were nothing more love, they were, the times i smiled, when…
Truce
now that, we have spoken enough, some words still playing in the head, some still hesitant inside... . now that, i have, uttered more bitter than all lies, some broken into tears, some buried, some in disguise... . now that, you have, heard more noise, than all the gibberish, that i say, some lay uncovered,…
ishq aur ilm
Kuch aaj kal se hi, ishq ilm ka le raha hai imtehaan, betuki si uljhanon me, kar raha hai fateh aur farman. waqt ashiqon ke liye, lamhon me rukna janta nahin, lekin har lamhe me tham jane ka ehsaas chhod jata hai vahin. ishq ka yun prashn karna, phir apne hi khayalon me…
My humble duty
The ones who aged in their minds, said the world was dark and dread. I figured they could be right, but I was still young in my head. I found the place with much too light. More flame than would be the need to ignite. There was light, in glares and glow, gentle in…
