A perfect dream was weaving itself just fine
I ask you,
at your expense or mine?
Her soft sobs tell a story,
Of a time,
their love beamed in its full glory!
She tiptoes down the lanes;
being careful enough not to wake,
the tinkerbells of the time gone by.
Raising their heads,
big sleepy eyes looking past her presence,
to focus real herd,
they try!

-

As the dawn breaks, the earth,
in all its wakefulness,
drenched in the golden hues of the sunlight,
Sure does mirror the drunken dream of a man!

My entirety capsules in this inclusivity;
Like a love affair,
the kernel of which, I’ve held.
Even closer every time my heart swelled.

The sweet fragrance that its aura emanates,
I bathe in ecstasy,
deeper within, as it permeates!

I was strolling just by the esplanade;
Intoxicated now,
the bliss takes over, as I gradually fade!

-

So subtly it melted into my skin,
I couldn’t even understand!
The envelope, that embrace formed,
I felt like being in a haven for a moment;
Words kept pouring out like a cascade,
but I was unsure whether they hit the ground !
Then the sudden kiss, the locking of eyes,
Your telling me that I was beautiful,
and planted two more pecks,
one each on my eyelids.
It was bliss,
but I was carrying something heavier.
We made love just the next day,
It was much more than just ecstatic.
I wanted to cry but tears would not well!
It was just that moment for you,
But for me it formed an eternity;
A vast incessant place of no return;
An intermittent ordeal or pleasure,
who could tell!
Every time
Reducing itself to mere reality.

-

When you come here looking for me,
come bare, without your guards
that stick out like thorns to a rose!

When you finally arrive and sit next to me,
don a smile to warm up the frozen turf;

You need not worry about the conversation,
as silence can be verbose too.

Gaze into my eyes and search for my Atlantis
as I look out for the broken parts of your soul.

And when you hold my hand,
just let our fingers entwine;
Don’t kiss me yet
Don’t talk about making love
Tell me that the hugs can wait.

And when you set out to leave,
turn back with an assiduous demeanour and say that we part ways,
until we meet again!

-

Oh moon!
Why don’t you come sit with me for a while?
Why can’t you drop that solemn pride of yours;
and look at me with love,
Only,
for a while!

Dawns fade into dusks
in the blink of an eye;
And the tides,
they come and go all the time.
The clouds have broken apart,
making a way for you in this suede twilight;
Then why oh moon!
Why can you not feel the delight?
Tell me what I have done to rouse your ire!

Years have passed and I am still counting days!
Trying to fathom
hints of emotions on your stoic face.
When the nights draw darker,
you gild the air with your soft rays.
And as always I wait here by the window,
while my breaths just escape.
Oh moon!
I wonder if you see me there,
Your silence breaks my heart,
Tell me how is it even fair!

-

So here’s the thing;
When you are dead, you go back to being an integral part of the soil.
Your body is :
either buried, which is a direct process of getting there.
Or it is cremated, where your ashes eventually come back and settle on the ground itself.

All the time you’re alive and breathing, you draw your nutrition from the very soil.
It’s the same soil that births a new life form too!
So actually if you look around, there’s a bit of you in every living creature on this planet.
Flora and fauna alike.

For a better understanding, let’s narrow it down to just you and me.
When you’re elated, a part of me is bursting with happiness too.
When you’re hurt, a part of me equally aches.
When you achieve, I am successful as well.
When you feel defeated, I lose too.

So basically you and I and all that we consider separate, are just one.
There’re no two selfs, are there?
Just the bits and pieces of a presence.
Just one presence;
One life;
All of us are just carriers!

-

Somewhere far,

The wind just touched the blades of the corn;
Ever so lightly,
Like a gentle tap on the shoulder of a dear friend!

You can also almost sense,
the palpitation in the heart of that tiny wave, in the vast ocean.
It’s a newborn and about to crash on the shore;
But then, it would be born again!
Unafraid and untameable,forging ahead
In light and in dark.

I see the sun,
bathed in a red and golden hue;
Kissing the horizon.
I wonder how that feels!
To meet in the gloaming, only to part ways, just the very next moment.
And then begins the wait;
The wait, to repeat the sequence.

A cornucopia of miracles,
Is what unfolds every moment,
Taking away a few breaths of yours,
unbeknownst to you!
They are like secrets,
between the little missed parts of your existence and the universe.
•
An esoteric truth that remains a mystery to you.
The mystery of impermanence!

-

Let me pour out,
a little piece of my heart.

A bit for myself,
Some for you.

Let me ask what you see!

Could you find a book trapped inside;
Would you like to read a few pages and feel what I treasure within;
Listen to my unspoken story as I speak;
Cry with me as I sob;
Smile as I break into a giggle;

And if I tell you that there is a knot
which tightens it’s noose,
with every moment that slips,
Would you lend a hand and loosen its grip!

Would you hold my hand if I held it out in the dark;
Would you still speak if only silence reverberates in response to your words.

Tell me,
Would you still love me if
I couldn’t love love you back !

-

Your face glows in the dark,
Against the light from the fire;
Such divinity surrounds your presence.
•
Your forehead, like the vast perpetual sky;
Your eyes, like the calm underneath of an ocean;
Your nose, like the bridge between two constellations;
Your lips that part like a bow and bend like a crescent moon;
Your chin, like the softest curve of a riverbed;
The ringlets that you have for hair, like some mischievous maze, the creator wants to entrap us in!
•
And I return your gaze, oh lover, I see an ephemeral moment transition into infinity,
Bathing us in a ceaseless surreality!

-

Every clock tick heralds a moment, we are yet to explore.
The one we are scared of;
The one that's impregnated with the unknown!
Our mind plays along , only the heart begs to refuse, acts rebelliously.
The fear of what it doesn't know of,
The fear of losing itself in the whirlpool!
But that is what is great about the unknown, the painstakingly priceless luxury that we call 'time'.
It's one dimension that we can perceive but have no control over.
The dimension which has the power to alter every other.
All it takes is a little hope, an undying wish and the unwillingness to let anything hold your perseverance down.
No sweetheart, don't be so hard on yourself, don't judge, don't die every second.
Hang in there, just a bit of patience, just a bit of hope.
Let time heal the most wounded parts of your tattered soul and make you one again!
Believe, let the amazing person in you, come back to life.
Give time... some time and👇🏻
•
Let Go🙏🏻

-