The dawn will beckon

 

 

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..

The Invisible Dagger

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.

Traveling