Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Falls

The Niagara Falls in Ontario
and the Jog Falls in India,
were nothing compared
to the fall and plunge
of heart I witnessed

by seeing
you wink and kiss
on the subway
over the flogged
train glasses
to someone I knew

Life, Poems, Poetry

Scriptures

ink spilled
over papers or parchments
by the devoted disciples,
to govern for the unseen holy authority
never imagined that their devotion,
would be so misunderstood
that the rivers would be full of blood,
crusade would be full of cries of children
and a symbol or a petty face
would conjure fears
in generations to come

when a smile can’t guide to us love
but a scripture can guide us,
to hate that is when you know
that the world is doomed not due to lack of love
but due to ignorance of it.

Spark

If your words
have the spark
to burn away
the rudimentary thoughts
and aflame the irrational nights
for even a single reader

then it was worth
to spend years
to become a pyromancer
of words that lights
the lives

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Reverie

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Curled up
in a corner

staring at the mossed walls
amidst the light that devours fireflies

the petrichor is now stronger
than all the ales I had

this reverie
the imagery shows no sign of ceasing

and with everything coming back to me
I am ready to stumble again

and fall every step
to write and rewrite

the joy is somewhat incessant
like it always has been.

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Behold

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Lo Behold for the time has come,

to raise the glasses
for the worthy unsung

it is the day they embraced death
as a good old friend, with respect

the rains will dance
and lightning will cry

they did not went alone
in the darkest night

someday sometime one has to leap
with eyes open and heart asleep

let us celebrate the honorable dead
with the brightest faces, tears unshed

Lo behold the time has come

to raise glasses
for the worthy unsung

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Trophy Wall

Dust off your closet
and hack off that trophy wall

pack every one of them
and make them your prisoner
for the remaining life

if you want to be remembered
then start pinning your rejection letters
on the trophy wall of forgotten past,
till you hear every word
while sleeping.

sanity will beg you to fight
and the heart would race against mind
if even thinking about this is too much
then the smooth sea is all yours

you were not the one for untested waters
cause drowning was one of your fears.

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View

On a cliff,
I stand and see
the ocean and the horizon
playing hide and seek,

I waited for them
to dissolve into one
for the fire to extinguish,
the ashes to drown,

my soul relinquished,
but a memory still lingered somewhere
it’s not that easy
If not here, not anywhere.