Slip Away into the Night

Sometimes morning is not just about waking up
It’s an ordeal, it’s a nightmare.

Just like the one,  where you wake up and find yourself
In the middle of an ocean.
Fighting for each breath, you give out SOS, but its all in vain.

There is no savior, you are on your own
There is this voice that resonates in your head
But to let it out, you are too scared.

You don’t want to be called crazy,
There is already enough name tags you hold.

All you want to do is slip away in to the night.

You don’t understand, why do you have to get up.
Sun tries hard to pull you out of the bed
But you don’t want to get up when your brain is dead.

You stare outside the window for hours and hours
And see these people passing by:  some strangers some known.

You try to figure out, if they feel the same
Or this “dead-brain” is only your thing to claim.

And you sit with your knees touching your heart
Tucked in bed sheet, feeling invisible to time
You wait patiently, for each hour to pass.
And time mocks you on your face.
Take its sweet time, travels in its own pace.

Broken Arrow

The moment you left me I felt broken from that moment on.
I looked for you all around, but tired I fell on my face
only to kiss the ground.
I was with you all along, took part in your battles
be it dusk, be it dawn.
Some of those battles were my own, where I struggled hard
to stay along.
I did not complain about those struggles of mine
and held on tight to the string.
Knowing you held me tight in your fingertips, I felt I belonged to you
I was safe and I was part of you.
But with no time lapse you released me, I did not want to
but you let me go.
And now broken I lay down on the ground
counting my last breath, I think of the moments
when you held me and touched me
told me I was your best bet.

Blood runs through veins

It is becoming a habit, And we do not even realize

The cycle comes back and repeats itself
Where I collapse and you collapse
And we loose our sanity.

The throwing of things, And the banging of head
Are the middle act of, What starts with arguments
And ends in tears.

Nothing has changed at all, And each time the history is still involved.

The apologies held no meaning, Of the incomprehensible mistakes.

Wonder how long we keep repeating it , Or let it get rooted in our brains
Run like blood, Through our veins

And just live like nothing happened,
Like it is normal to live this way, Forget what the world has to say

It is our story anyway, We define and sketch it
The way we want it.

Rusty Heart

During the times of mistrust
Even the strongest of the lot, Gives away and falls to dust.

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Standing under the sun and feeling the rain-the shiny rain,
Feels  nothing but darkness caving deep down.
Each drop, pierces through the iron like bullets and mites,
choking its neck and eating the heart away.
And finally, the iron clad heart is eaten up,
Beaten to death by  sheet of  golden rust.

The Shadow

Kill me, stab me, rip me apart
Try hard, then harder
To get rid of me

 Shadow

When you were born, I was born
Together we were meant to be.

Till death do us part
You are me and I am you
Forever and ever, Just like eternity.

You know my pain
I like have never known
There are plenty of secrets
That you hold.

Have shouldered me through
Times of tides
Have given me a place
To hide.

My History

There is so much I have told you
but nothing you have known yet
Each moment is a story
a sad and a happy one.

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 I dug open my heart that day.
 Reached at the bottom of six feet
 and unearthed my grave.

 You sat on the sofa with a glass of vine
 and I sat on the floor, right next to your feet
 my eyes locked with yours, my soul listening to you.

 You asked me my story, my life in the history
I knew this was coming.
It was about time when you spoke those words.
I sat motionless for a while.
Did not speak and the room was quiet.

As I started living my history again.
I saw your eyes, glistening blue
and mine maroon into you.

And in that moment, we did not rush
with each breath in that moment
took it easy, my history.

And then the dreadful happened the next day
you left me and I left you
our souls were unknown to us
our life ahead was marred
by my history.

 

Parchment Memory

From first  hello to last goodbye
Time just flew
Like a bird from nest
Only never to return.

letter

With each movement
The wrinkles grew on face.
Bones started to crackle
And the pain worsened.
What remained
Was the letter you wrote to me.
The ink was dried and parched
The paper was yellow.
And the corners stained with coffee
Struggling hard to stay together
With the paper.
But as I read through it
For another millionth time
I felt rejuvenated
The words were still fresh and young
Just like all your other memories

my wonderland

Unlimited dreams
of here and there
wandering mind everywhere

of redwoods and meadows
of grasslands and seas
across the oceans
in wind and breeze

of sun shining
and rain with rainbow
of cattle mooing
and birds chirping

Am I high or Am I really dreaming
where on earth is this place to be found
or wait.. just wait
I know it is in my brain

Sing to Me

Sing to me

My sweet nightingale

In the voice so silk

Basked in morning sun

Glowing like rain drops

Falling through the rainbow

Of dreams and pain

Of love and hate

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Sing to me

In these times of despair

Of love and loss

Of times torn

Between war and peace

Sing to me

You purity divine

Angelic manifestation

With your petite body

And Himalayan soul

Echo through mountains

Of Shangri-la

I stay afloat

I feel like

I am falling

Day by day

Down the tunnel

Of hope

With each mile

It gets tougher and tougher

And no light to be seen

Yet something within

Keeps me afloat

The radiance of it

Lights that tunnel

Of Hope

The breath becomes heavy

And the sweat rolls down

The gravity plays its role

But somehow I am yet to reach

My rock bottom

And I manage to stay afloat

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