Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Bear

as you drift away in the bus,
whose windows are made up of just
last night’s raindrops,
remember these castles
and cathedrals : the memoirs of a fading 
glorious past, these icy beaches and almost sun kissed shorelines,
melancholic clouds, this wind just before it rains again.
This all brings me back to you.
So if your fingers tingle with a breeze,
Its just me dreaming with you.
I am not there but somewhere
I shall slip into your heart
with a smile for no reason.
Bear this presence till the sun wakes us up.

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creative-writing, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Poems, Poetry, Writings

Stare

you are most beautiful
when you sleep–
when the coffee-toned notes of your skin
brew, a silent language

while your perfect lips are too tired to doubt my eyes
now, the dark mist of your breath
trickles down my neck
I wait,
I stare at you
unwaveringly.

outside there is a trail of rain,
and the wind
in the willow cage
whispers

as if it dares to tell
the moon and
all the listening night
that this silverlight should not
touch you, in front of me.

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creative-writing, Fiction & Poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Again

What’s the opposite of an echo?
Lay your head on my chest, 
Under this waxy paper moon and
Tell me what stories hide
In the constellations of your freckles. 


Let my fingertips trace over
The epics of our young untameable souls.
Some spines though cracked, 
And some pages though torn– but you,
You always remember 
Which are my favourites.


Have we done this before?
Tracing ourselves in one another?”
Yes”, you say
and that mellow smile of yours brews
a breeze smelling of thousand dreams,
I collapse into them. Slowly, again.

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Desire, Fiction & Poetry, Life, Poems, Poetry

Ellipsis

concatenated existence
today, tommorow,
the time unfurls :
measured by solitary light.

The cellular disruption of memory :
a dream devours a dream
a desire devolves :

                         wish
             need
want

Oh ! the ladder to abyss,
come, conjure the collusion :
fear in the mellow sunlight,
apprehension in a mother’s womb,
desire in a meaningless world.

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beauty, dream, Fiction & Poetry, Heart, Life, Poems, Poetry

Your Presence

Your presence,
Is a dance without a hymn,
A ballad without a bend,
a winter without an end:
where I curl up by the fogged glasses
to forget the warmth, sun offered me once.
The bright of your eyes are the shy autumn and mysterious fall.

Your absence,
Is a sigh without despair,
A rain without the air,
A summer with ominous ends:
My smile sometimes pretends.
For time becomes a path,
and journey is measure in memories.
I become a monk and a thief,
looking for peace, settling for grief.

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