Him

A dreamer, he was.
a warm heart and
a contagious smile!
His clear eyes, knew
tears better than
anyone, eager to
find the truth...
And a voice like a
long lost melody...
Yet to discover a
beautiful mystery-
Himself!

8, he was.

He had the books,
the brown eyes
eager to sell them.
The thin hands
stuck here to work
for dirty money,
There were others too,
small fights and
helpless tears rolling
down as his hand
held the books tight,
the blurry eyes
with tears staring
at the horizon...
irony cannot be
more well defined.

Howl...

It was a dark night,
a dim street light,
he was on the road,
a shade of white.
It was so silent,
he was looking above
and howling loud and long
into the space, his own
slang into the black.
As he calmed down,
I screamed a 'hi' back!
He looked at me, wagged
and then slept peacefully!

Pie!

It was gloomy
and the sun was
burning the skin,
time was so slow
that she could feel
each second pass by
with a silent goodbye!
Patterns of her facial
muscles didn't matter
anymore, she wants
a crispy crust and
a delicious fill
to her life!

Rope

Girl on a rope.
She lives there,
sleeps, eats, dances
on the rope but
never once noticed
the rope had twists!
Her never ending music or
the push and the pull or
her perpetual resonant dance!
and more and more she
could do and finally felt the
intertwined impression on her
pale pale feet!
She stared at the rope for
days and weeks,
confusion and fear visited her often,
she was craving to know
the missing piece,
that she is the
twisted rope!

Hazy moon

Lamps lit white as white,
You see all the colours
which brings no delight,
Eyes weared out, of the
compelling perceptions,
constrained to see
what you want to see...
At the end of the day,
eyes gets soothed
when you look at the
black blue above you
and the hazy moon
staring at you!

My face

I am the stage
I am the player.
Each and every
soul reflects on me,
my incandescence.
I can be anyone.
I can be no one.
Faces I have,
a million of them
But the soul is
left, hard as brick
after every whip
without a grip
,still not rip
nor a drop to sip.
I see it,
Clear as dog eyes,
I see it,
My face.