After 2 years

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(Escaping from reality)

In a world full of ecstasy
Some try to be the strangers
Not knowing their reality
Living a life full of fallacy
The time changes like seasons
Oscillates between two junctures
From beauty to dismay
Maybe an illusion
We belong to the world
Where no one has evaded
The acrimony of vitality
We try to be hypocritical
Concealing our originality
Isn't it obnoxious?
To live a life of fiction
Obscuring our enormity
Smearing the odds
Isn't it dreadful
Or maybe not satisfactory

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(When we last met )
I remember your eyes
Just like the blue sky
Deep as the Ocean
High as the sky
Holding millions of mysteries
Confusing as riddles
I watched your footsteps
And heard your gusts
Singing with aura
I remember those vibes
you wilted away
At a juncture in time
I glimpsed those tears
That fell from my stares
I collected the petals
That fell when u ambled
I kept them in a jar
With a zillion of emotions
The faded blooms and
the lost ambiance
I watched them losing
There realistic essence

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Sometimes being silly is good
You don't need to live to make others, please
This is your life, care about yourself
Then only you will be able to care about the world

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Your presence is as sweet as sugar
And absence, just like the salt
Your fragrance same as mint
And freshness like cardamom
You add spice like chilies
And paint us like turmeric

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I came here with no titles
No harmonies no mastery
I couldn't walk through the aisles
I couldn't talk on the floors
The web of laws enmesh me
Where should I find autonomy
I have no cores to dawdle
In the shadow with a lantern
I am afraid to lost ways
In a new world of bizarre
My king, I came here as a stranger
With no harmonies, no title
On the icy roads of difficulty
I want to sleep on your lap
Your freshness of devotion
I want to feel the serenity
O motherland I miss u
Your gardens and skies
I miss those classical vibes
I came here with no titles
No harmonies no mastery...

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I sit in front of you for hours
And heeded your voiceless tales
You being deaf and I fiddled with the role of silence
We both danced in stagnant prom of devotion

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I saw your glamour with blind eyes.
And heeded to your voice till my demise.
I heard your footsteps with deaf ears.
And dance like insane with a cup of beer.
I feel your dignity in my cold heart.
I waited for you to be my part.
I draw your sketch in my mind.
With colors of love that I cannot find.
You are my vision forged by me.
But whom should I infer the beauty of thee!
No one can see or glimpse you anywhere
And they say you have sizzled me in fire
Whom should I say you never existed.
You are the spirit that I have predicted.

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Patience is the fire that burns you like the iron and then reforms you into your better form

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(Hope through their eyes)
I saw the hands praying to survive
I saw the eyes diviner to discover
I saw the heart craving for devotion
I saw the love yearning for beloved
I hear the cries of hard deviations
I hear the melody of the agony of demise
I saw a mother giving birth to a child
I saw an old woman detaching from her son
I saw life through the eyes of death
I saw hope through the eyes of dismal
I saw the joy laughing through grief
I saw hospitals aspiring to be empty

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