Hopeless heart...

It gets stirred in a flash,
gets attached to thorns
and embraces the pain,
the scar upon.
As much as it loves
the concept of love,
it's most hated thing
is itself!
the newborn, the kid,
the teen and the granny,
all in one, taking turns,
it being in a constant dizz...
the delightful food,
the soothing music,
the soulful nature,
But it nurtures on
the crazy love...

You never had..

a balloon up in the air,
flying away..
that beautiful Daisy
you didn't wanna pluck..
that amazing piece of art
which was not for sale..
that alluring aroma
you never sensed again..
that ripe yellow fruit,
at the top of a tree..
that perfect cup of coffee,
you never made again..
those mesmerizing pair of eyes,
you never saw again..
that magical word
you never heard again..
that piece of music
you hear only in your heart..
that addictive pain of losing
something,
you never had...

The bus..

The lines are running backwards,
the green grass wave, greeting us,
Wind playing with my hair,
The sleepy guy, loud guy
the crying baby,
And the staring granny,
The cattle, waking up the driver,
the curves of the road
Rocking us on board,
We keep moving forward,
With the sun,
With the moon.

The bitch

She was there stumbling over stones,
on the road.
Shivering in cold,
Feeling my hold,
lids half closed,
so frail and tiny.
She dined milk,
a longing lick
for the boned and bogged
tum of hers.
She was blind,
I didn't know.
Her stumbling legs
pawing in air,
Tiny thin tail
Swirling around
to play.
The next morning
All I heard was her scream
somewhere.
She was there,
her lightless eyes
reflecting them,
She was there,
No blood,
No wounds,
No scars,
And no breath.

Grey heart

It was cloudy.
Dawn and dusk looked the same.
Sun rays in vanity,
Everything looked grey.
What's beyond can't be seen.
The dim silence silencing my heart,
the matching rhythm,
the grey rhythm.
A  call for clarity,
but just a cold wind.
A call for light,
just a lamp post.
Fed up with whines,
the heart which is numb,
takes all the pain,
sees all the light,
felt all the vain,
yet loves the grey day,
the most.
It doesn't give clarity,
but gives the hope for a change.
It shows suffocation,
but also shows survival.
It plays the faint song
a grey heart sings...

Hers...

Not for you, not for me
And not for bucks.
She does it for herself,
to get herself out
Into the world.
Something drives her
into this expression.
And nothing seems to
stop her from doing it
because then she ceases
to exist.
Until she is alive,
The art lives
in her,
through her and
lets her live.

Can I be the one all the time?
Can I love the same person all the time?
Must I be happy all the time?
Are tears always bad?
Does darkness always mean cold?
Is the truth always hard?
No.
Nothing matters at the end of the day.

Spot light...

The moon is shining
I feel like am on a spot light
with no human to judge me..
All my thoughts are finally
reaching the infinity and beyond..
I am stinking of sweat and
dirt, the ones I enjoy the most,
the ones I am made of...
The wind adds to it a
touch of everything...
The light and dark,
tall and short, all looks the same...
The ground feels real,
grainy with impressions on the foot...
The lost sound reaching my ear...

Grey

It's so grey, Everything I see,
So lifeless.
It's like the entire world
is mute.
The same road everyday, eyes
running towards the next
second.
Maybe the only change it has seen
is this piece of writing.
The grey is deadly,
makes me feel empty
like a broken piggy bank.
It makes me search for
things that lie in my past,
people that I miss.
Above all, in grey,
I miss myself...

Reborn

It's so hollow,
what you see...
The walls even echo
to the sound of bee.
The flesh is red
but it's dark inside!
Thoughts bouncing around
like blind bats!
The sea is right beside my toe
And the sky at the back of my eye,
the embers of the day
emptying the soul...
Reborn today to
fly tomorrow...

Four sisters...

There were four sisters
all close and loving.
Each got families to
pamper, handcuffs pity them!
Grievous and joyous, the
holidays left, they met
And met again!
Some had gold, some
had rubies, some had
diamonds and it mattered!
The love is lost in
dirty fights and petty thoughts!
No one knew the end.
They don't talk, never met.
Victims were their children,
with empty hearts looking
out for others in vain...

Sleep...

The red and blue checks
on my ceiling with
numerous small pores
to see the faces
of reality fighting
for existence!
My lens loosened
for blurry vision,
zooming out
the lost ones!
The silent night
slowly creeping in,
the cold wind
hunting for souls
to reap...
A howl afar
craving for ears to fill...
The sleep invaded
my blurry eyes
As I fell into
Oblivion.

Smoke...

It's smoke everywhere,
the light is darkening,
Melting everything
along with it,
the fire resisting
death craving for
one more moment
in the very last
left over embers...
Suffocation over the smoke
Unable to breathe,
to spit, to feel,
so numb that the
heart feels yellow.
Let it live,
the fire,
Let it live
The kingdom survives
.

Words...

From what we see,
what we feel, the
thoughts give birth
to untamed words...
It plays around in the mind
craving for a way out...
Words they are, some tasted
well, some spat around,
not all taste good
but still rashly spilt!
Words they are!
We make them and
they make us and
yet they haunt us more!