Heady blend

A rancid past, an infertile mind

And the strains of loneliness

Slithering thoughts of death - The

Streaks of yonder past.

The soft whispers of snowfall

And the sweet smell of first rains

Blossoms in autumn!

Love's blend is heady, indeed!

Eternal rendezvous

Opiated moments of sharing

Passion for love that

Simmered to the brim.

Time became the mellowed witness

To the soft whispers

Shattering the stillness of silence

An eternal rendezvous in to the soul

And a lingering longing for

A return journey to the past

Chasing the mirage

Joyful he's, she radiates.
Wounded he's, she writhes in pain.
Troubled he's, she finds peace for him.
Sorrowful he's, she cries her heart out.

His grief she bears.
His loneliness she chases.
His happiness is hers.

Her rare moments of joy, he dismisses.
Her oceanic tears, he discards.
Her wounds find no healer in him.
Her worries go unattended ever.

Reciprocation has forever been a mirage.
Till death, she's born to live alone.

Weaving Teardrop Wreath

Tears, my sole companion

In moments of joy and sorrow.

I weave teardrop wreath

To be worn on myself.

For, the flower garland is out there,

Locked up inside the milky moon,

Amid the eternal clouds.

I view, view, view...

To my heart's glee.

Disenchantment distance lends.

Towards the faceless coin

If a person is born to die,

My Lord, take me away.

If a person dies to be born,

My Lord, let me live.

If birth and death are life coin's two faces,

My Lord, turn my coin faceless!

Death, the Hero!

I admire you,

Come over to embrace me.

I adore you,

Take me into your arms.

I beseech you,

Ferry me to your world of solitude.

Oh, death! You are the truest hero

I would ever want to be with.

Death, the life

Memory is death in disguise

Haunts, aches, kills…

Death is life sans memory

Smiles, cheers, exults…

I jump in joy

He hugs me!

I piggyback
To a humane world!