beneath that blueness does life smile like the pretty lilies enraptured dance does the rivulet sing songs of love can it dissolve the pain of burning years which path shall reach to this realm where pure would be the air and clear emotions, O! thee! Will thou lead me to other side into such heaven ?
donning a mask,
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.
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
amidst the cluttered world
The dawn will beckon !
Dried , my ink with the dryness of my heart
bloodless have been my veins
thus the pen moves empty
scribbling lifeless words
swiping away desires ,
the heart stranded bruised and over bruised
with thousand wounds..
No, blood can’t be infused back
I run incessantly with blemishes
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.