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Broadway called life

The play was real without any rehearsal,
some enjoyed their tragedies,
while others remained poker faced even in the joys.

Ones who thought they were hero,
broke down after realizing their role,
ones who thought they would own the stage,
had to make peace with a guest appearance.

No one actually knew when the backstage will recall them,
dialogues were going to be important,
but silence too had a role to play.

Some got variety of roles as long as they remained clay,
while the stubborn were played by the play.

All tried to bribe the script writer for an immortal fame,
but he kept changing the actors and stage remained the same

Poetry of touch

I will drive my poetry through your curves,
a bit above your skin,
a bit beneath your nerves

the way you bend,
the way you tilt,
covering you from end to end,
letting go all the guilt.

words will feel
as i feel you
i touch you
in places and ways
no one ever has,
through my words, spaces and commas
leaving my ink,
stealing your aromas

Darkness feels home

Feels like day has ended with the sunset of overthinking, 
fear of dark heals what daylights were bringing.

Silence hides here often, 
bias of colour disappears.
Wounds come out of hiding,
with no eyes chasing to pierce.

Scars ache less as mirrors lose the game, 
pages written or blank read the same.  
Noises make you think, 
reality and dream become inseparable by a blink. 

When succumbing to a corner becomes a choice over being on the roam, 
that is the moment darkness feels home..


Heart crawlers

They come out of hiding, 
appear to be abiding, 
searching not, but begging for place, 
place not in house, but in heart, 
they are into impostering like an art, 

you avoid them at start,
but end up dealing, 
you look for their wounds, 
wounds they have decorated,
to catch your attention,
without even a fleeting mention, 
in the conversations 
which involve your silences 
and their stories, 
your copy-paste OKs and their overdose of sorries, 

you give them place, 
a place in your heart,
still confused
whether as a gift of love or a loan of sympathy, 

and the problem starts the moment they take it, 
they try to make it something of their own, 
making you forget the heartbeats you own, 
they start coaxing you for more space, 
you give them an inch more, 
they bargain for square feets,
they nail you on your weak nerves, 
even blackmail if it serves.

Persevere

Hum the song till you breathe the lyrics
numb the nerve till heart finds peace in the pricks, 

savor the mirror till mind replaces the frame with real click, 
curse the skin till the leather becomes thick, 

fiddle the curtain till eyes can't resist the rays anymore,
stand in rain till the flesh feels like home in downpour

Namesake journey

No way to go back
no way ahead, 
am just playing the road, 
the way journey is playing me,
memories encroaching the moment, 
every leaving minute slaying me

with goal and glory leaving the dreams, 
worlds the same with eyes closed, 
the drama is dead in my poetry leaving it prosed,
mow the aethist in me does believe
life and happiness are often star crossed



Hallucinations

As i see the valley tripping from the summit 
i see the pages of life flying in air 
flashing my coerced signatures 
revealing to skies dreams i was told to copy 
to get an A+ in the life's majors 

As i see the valley tripping from the summit, 
i see moments flashing when i had to submit, 
when option to let go was on standby, 
everythings turned so blind, 
my darkness often probes the fireflies. 

As i see the valley tripping from the summit, 
fears hold back, 
and anxieties lean into the free fall, 
wanting me to get closer to the real me, 
discover some depth in this shallow sea.

Waves and curves

Saw a mermaid soaking sun on boat,
maybe she got license to ferry,
now waves tide to her whims,
for she holds their secrets,
more than a moon could ever carry.

Her curves tempt the waves to rise
and lick them,
leaving behind the salts to soak beauty off her skin,
ageless waves feel she is the ocean of their sin.