and the hours we laid
naked exploring each other
with an insatiable thirst,
somewhere our vulnerabilities had melted
by the fireplace into sweat,
gasps became moans,
and the love turned to passion
as the war ended
we retreated like causalities
snuggling for comfort in each other
I believe this is how
I felt an unending trust
that hugged me invisibly
while you slept next to me
that night.
from all I could remember
hide and seek was my favorite
when I hid from everyone,
literally I wanted to disappear
from everyone
or maybe
just seen when wanted
but never ever caught
Now I have grown up,
I feel the kid hidden somewhere inside
almost disappeared,
seen only when it wants
but never caught
i wonder who gets bored eventually,
him hiding
or me searching.
Souls are wandering
in every corner
even now,
searching for nirvana
the truth,
it couldn’t find,
while being trapped
in a body driven by desires
the truth is out there,
somewhere sometime
it would bump into it,
but never in afterlife,
Never.
We all are searching for the Protagonist,
in the empty and deserted halls of faith within,
with each day we consume the poison
of ignorance and it kills slowly
but surely.
one day will arrive
when we all realize we were the mast holders
of the stormy nights just looking for light
and we gave up sensing lack of help from anyone
with fear of drowning or eaten alive.
What only we needed was to endure a brief pain
to hold on the mast a bit longer,
the protagonist would have surfaced in the same halls,
lightning, winds,tides all would have been a laugh from then.
Don’t search the protagonist . Be One.
of your life,your fight,your death.
A touch of red wine,
mixing in the blue above,
brewing the sky
into a million shades
of loneliness,
love
and whatever lies in between.
Writings to Heaven 