In Him

Frolicked rivetingly to his acoustic

Hummed insanely his verse

Gaped fondly at his portrait

Harkened fervently to his words

Soaked happy rain in his arms

Breathed peace in his breath

Embraced proximity in his distance

Experienced temple in his soul

Night

She sauntered in thicket among apparitions

As night grew mysterious, brooding and empty

He scorched his skin ferally among laden clouds

To let her nestle her distant nimble moon 

Consent

How he silently kept crafting her

Without her consent even once

To shine like a diamond endlessly

While being in imperial darkness

Calmly warming her lifeless soul

Where all pain melted in a gush

Filling her with hues unknown

Splashing every nerve with smiles

That were long forgotten and gone

Returned like lost children to homes

How he silently kept arming her

To face stifles like an exotic warrior

 How he silently kept crafting her

Without her consent even once

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She kept lighting the candles one after another because the night was long and dark. She kept consuming all the matches in the box because the winter was cold and ruthless. She often lifted the flickering candle to the sky hopefully but could not catch the glimpse of her Sun again. Stars there were many but Sun, there was none. But her path demanded some light as the journey was arduous and lonely. The candles were nearing end and the stars were benign.

And the Sun had set behind the hills…..

All of Some

All filled with oceans

Some deeper than others

All marked by wounds

Some raw than others

All teeming with streams

Some treacherous than others

All ravaged by memories

Some simmering than others

All breathless by breathing

Some lifeless than others

All shaken by consequences

Some dire than others

All feeding the devil

Some savage than others

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Wanting to give away some of her. A little of her, at least. But who would take her. Was she so incapable of even giving and being accepted? Would no one ever take her?

And then he came. He came and took her away. All of her. He did not spare even a morsel of her for her. With nothing left of her she felt so complete. And she kept gazing at him like a dove would stare at Apollo. Dumb faced, numb, lightening struck.

But what if he gives her back to her? Even a morsel of her to her. How will she put her pieces together? She is no more what she always thought she was. Will she be able to put the pieces perfect? Will the old returned pieces form the new picture that he had turned her into?

The Earth kept singing the song that the Moon helped her croon through the delectable night….

Forgetting

Touching yet forgetting to feel

Talking yet forgetting to speak

Walking yet forgetting to move

Laughing yet forgetting to smile

Inhaling yet forgetting to absorb

Caring yet forgetting to love

Breathing yet forgetting to live 

Being yet forgetting to be