To eclipse a past
Is to brace a free fall,
You have your toes ready
for the descent,
But your skin has a bolt of lightning
Teasing the tense tissues.
Who shall remember you?
A corpse about to turn to uneven bacon,
You had a heart of fire.
Now it is dilapidated smoked ruin.
Was it worth it?
A look in the mirror
into the alternate world
where dreams are devoured
to combat reality
A look in the mirror
to see the scars
and remember the journey vow
till the darkest night
A look in the mirror
and seeing fears buried dead
long ago with failures
every night
A look in the mirror
not for the heart
but for the soul
that lives and die.
Tiny drops
a little walk
cold weather
some coffee
a hot bed waiting inside
a dog moaning
a chapter unfinished
drinks and leftovers
I wish weekends were like this.
White patches on the sky blue
how you float I never knew
chased you as a kid long back ago
thinking how it feels to be like you
to simply float and drizzle away
to look beautiful all the day
I wish I was a cloud beautiful and new
would travel the world seeing every view
but then one day I saw you dark and full of thunders
it frightened me beyond all wonders
to see thunders pierce your heart apart
I vowed that day to never start.
Now I feel we all are clouds
drifting away from the life blue
all wanting to drizzle around somehow
well me.. just want to enjoy the view
Most of the times
having a view outside the window
of my Flight/Train gives me more insights and flashbacks of my life
than
all the self help books combined ever did
Ravaged Souls
Bitter burned bodies
Broken in every part
whether inside or outside
look for faith
in search for something
that simply consoles
them that it would be all right.
If I tell this by myself to someone
in need
We would be making homes out of
of divine pampered idols
for those who pray for homes every time.
Writings to Heaven 