Tis not Halloween’


donning a mask,

lives lived

like on stage , they believed

world is surely a theatre

and we the actors…

forget they while

running through script of the legend

the ink flowed out of incontinence

behind the curtain ,

exists the real

curtailing while shaking hands

endless follies,what true nature

hath a human displayed

weeps the soul under the canopy of body

in large measures

masks attractive, masks colourful

Halloween allows phantasmagorical faces

yet every day isn’t Halloween

forgets the human

switching masks umpteen.

The dawn will beckon


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that sonorous music which made us sway

in alleys of past

while the flowing sand filled the glass

and I turn it upside down

Your sacred voice tore my heart

everytime I came closer… smoke from the incense

filled my lungs

I inhale you every moment

even  though

Iam mute

Iam speechless

silent

teary

in scratches

amidst the cluttered world

I know

The dawn will beckon !

 

 

 

 

 

Lifeless


Dried , my ink with the dryness of my heart

bloodless have been my veins

thus the pen moves empty

scribbling lifeless words

meaningless thoughts

swiping away desires ,

eroding emotions

the heart stranded bruised and over bruised

with thousand wounds..

No, blood can’t be infused back

I run incessantly with blemishes

Life screams

soul weeps..

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The Invisible Dagger


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Tis the invisible dagger that slits and pierces
an indifferent song again dances
on the thumping beats of my heart
yet again, the wound stings
letting the searing tears reign the start
blisters, how many,
how doth they vanish … by any magic balm?
I swallow the flood of extremeness
in a moment I hide behind my stretched smile
how far, how long
the deep bruise prolongs
let me know O! my lord
…under this dark
with thy drops of twinkle
I hope and hope till the last
of an infinitesimal moment
whence the flower will be caressed and
not slit with the invisible dagger
of a morning , of a dawn
of an era,
while I live on.

Monologues of Life


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Monologues of life

I converse

a scream of silence echoes in infinite corners

what if, what if not?

burglar questions rob my heart

whilst the world moves constantly

me and my monologues sit in peace and converse quietly…

 

A rage inside, sometimes a storm behind,

a heartfelt emotion or endless passionate musings

how would I, how should I not?

random talks in between

me and my monologues sit hand in hand under the dark

A word of respite or phrases of delight,

a sulking feeling or share the ecstatic night

like the flowers dangling on a full moon night

me and my monologues sit and listen to each other

as companions of life

 

STATURE


Thou as tall as the majestic Everest

thy length can never be measured in yards

thy width expandable as the vast azure

I lose my self in the blueness of thou  ! Krishna

in thy depth is the ecstatic endless ocean

I immerse and submerge

in the sublime waves

to dive deep

and reach the zenith of bliss.

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