On the

Careless whisper on the silent pillow

Breathless flame on the smoking wick

Wild lilies on the tamed highway

Flickering thoughts on the drifting night

The Catch

Clenching eyes to behold vividly

Embracing quiet to be heard vociferously

Cloaking dimly to be revealed radiantly

Taking refuge in night to appreciate day

Restraining storm to enjoy rain

Standing still to feel the motion

Reading silence to endure noise

Seeking solitude to avoid seclusion

Staying farthest to get closest

Teardrop

“I know you've had enough hurt. I know you just want a palm-full of happiness now. But, but I got so used to the warmth of your moistened breath. Cant, don’t want to leave you! And every time I seek for your velvet touch I end up wounding you further, unconsciously. My desire for a little peck on your cheeks makes you morbid. Seldom have we met in happiness. Seldom will us ever. That’s our curse!”

Sobbed a tearful teardrop to her dame.

Prodigious

Reticent azure sky and vast cerulean swirling sea

Genial soothing breeze and tempestuous sharp breath

Acrid warm tears and saccharine frosty flowing stream

Hot blazing scarlet Sun and warm bleeding red nerves

Transient wandering timid mind and calm serene sturdy soul 

Deep Down

Questions in mind, questions on the skin

Perpetual struggle to defeat the doubts

How is this possible? And why not that?

Wandering through the infinite maze,

Searching for the expected answers

Scratching surface for disappointment

Silencing echo inside hitting the walls

Reply embedded in query and suspicion,

Dilemma arose as clarity kept knocking

Light secretly hidden in vaults of darkness

Peace and vindication found not outside

But deep down here and within….

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And she ran away to a place ‘no where’. Where no one knew her and she knew no body, not a single leaf not a single soul. Ran away leaving all pain behind, all memories, all love and all losses in an effort to create her own world. Her very own where she had her own mountains playing her melodies, her own streams singing her song, her own gulmohar blossoming her flowers, her own squirrels playing her pranks, her own feelings assuaging her emotions and her own Gods heeding to her prayers..

And here Gods gave her you, her own reflection. Something she had never expected but unconsciously strongly desired deep down in her wounded soul. And then she fears….What does she do now? With you? With herself? Run again or stay? Push away or just receive? Feign or be honest? With you, with herself….?

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Is water ever enough for the parched land? One rainy season can never suffice the un-quenched thirst of mud. It needs repeated showers on the inside vaults of its bosom though it may have loved one season more than the others.

He may cherish her in all probability more than the other interests but then she knows that she can never be enough for him. She can always feign discomfort and distance can be her biggest savior. Once that diminishes, she will be rampaged by her own desires, cheated by her own thoughts, annihilated by her own self.

 Let him drench in the drops of other rains. She was in blithe to be a whiff of gentle tranquilizing breeze on his tired shoulders and contused soul.