Some drift apart,
out of ego,
out of differences,
carrying grudge,
holding back apologies.
Some meet afterwards,
maybe after ages,
to cry, hug,
and make peace,
with the distance,
that could always be met.
But some stay together,
even after drifting apart,
and never meet.
Donno which distance is more painful.
He lit the cigarette….
to suffocate the silence with smoke,
or
just poke the darkness with a burn
to let the loneliness ruminate vapour
or
just renounce all the worries in ash of burning paper
to increase the count from sticks to packets
or
just to keep up with the modern facades
to extract a fake high out of real lows,
or
just party on the lower lip, hurt by the days blows
lines stayed with me,
words had come for a coffee,
but laid with me,
eyes licked them,
while mind drowned,
just when Emotions dreamt of stars,
a galaxy touched ground.
As you break me chip by chip,
i caresse your poison lip by lip.
As you liberate me off the bonds,
ripping the notes off my songs,
i sing you departing lullabies.
As you sip tears off my lashes,
i prepare more pain,
to quench your thirst of ages.
Nothing will ever be the same,
but somethings just don’t change…
No tree cried in blood,
on shedding leaves or being cut,
no branch held onto the trunk,
before kissing the ground.
No leaves fluttered their wings,
as they died a slow death,
But
The land did feel a bit naked,
when light touched the grass,
staying beneath the shadow,
for the first time.
The birds did feel little lost,
as the branch wasn’t there,
to welcome their descend.
Reading someone’s writing,
is like giving your heart their beat,
for those few lines.
falling from the mountains,
rising above the rocks,
giggling the pebbles,
river narrated a poetry,
of nature, of changing seasons,
leaving soil, gaining salt,
running a race with no halts,
only to immerse in the ocean,
river narrated a poetry,
so life on the banks,
isn’t cut like rocks.
A song plays on mind,
leaving the tapes,
it runs behind.
Like a sugar cube being dipped,
to less the bitterness of coffee,
it sinks in my thoughts,
to take me away,
from all the pains and strangling knots.
A song plays on mind,
taking me away from conversations.
It’s notes have a strange way to rescind,
my consciousness,
my hold over the reality,
the reality ,
which i am forced to accept.
Abducting me,
to realms of places and people,
who were a reality,
i loved to embrace,
but are no more in the periphery of my touch or feel.
Can you read my silence?
it ain’t mumuring the words you wanna hear,
it is simply saying,
nothing.
Maybe because…
i don’t wanna react,
i don’t have an answer,
i need time to ponder.
Don’t force words,
you wanna listen,
down the throat of my silence.
Let it breathe,
catch the hurrying beat,
just be.
rooted to past,
leaning towards future,
an orphaned present losing way.
