A letter to love...

I write you an open letter

Of our love and passion

Rise and fall

Sanity and folly

A story that speaks all.

I paint it red for you to read

You like it when it speaks of love

The love we had

When millions saw

It lived with us

Till death took you apart.

I write this letter to an address unknown

I hear you whisper from a dense zone

Not clear to be held so tight

I hear you for the last time.

Living a life without a soul

I can’t keep my heart for long

Here, I wish I could fly

To a destination unknown

Where I lie in your arms

And never wake up to the dreams of past.

The already lost love

It was an urge

A habit, of sorts

The perfumed body of thoughts

I wanted that all.

In small proportions

I loved the entire artwork

It seemed as a masterpiece

And I wanted to keep it alive

In my dreams, in my heart

In my memories,

Of love and failure.

A present so beautiful

Turned itself into an ugly past

A love forbidden, I was asked to pass.

The scripture of my love

Suddenly shook to reality

And burnt down to ashes

The moment I touched it.

You can’t rub

The already written script

The already told fortune

The already whispered thoughts

And the already lost love.

Love thy eyes

Shredded bits of love

Now fall upon my cheeks

I see you standing afar

Looking beyond me,

No words needed

Not your soul anymore

I live in peace

In the world of my own.

You are dreadful,

The beast of my sanity

You are heinous,

The selfish mate of mine

Yet it hurts me deep inside

The mere presence of your eyes

Why it still reminds me of our times?

The mere presence of your eyes!

I ran to forests to hide my bones

It followed me to the hilltop

The fire eyes me deep inside

And I can’t fight the presence of your eyes.

The battle already lost!

Confused, amazed, aroused

I look at the knife on a far table

The edges seems blurred

But the handle is clear

The weak papaya besides it

Sit in contemplation

Reminding him of his bad luck

To trip in the hands of his predator...

The life had started with a small bud

Who wanted to befriend all

On his journey to adultery

He found thorns everywhere

Others wanting to slit his neck

Pluck his seeds and throw him away...

He fought his battle well

And felt proud at his scars

It was this time

He saw a pink, yellow flower at a tree

She looked like a princess

And his heart fell in the sea

But difficult was this love

The flower was already owned...

Flower gave him a reason to smile

And this smile gave him a reason to die

The owner loved the ripened papaya

And lusted at its youth...

Now he sits alongside a knife

Ready to get dripped in pain

This pain looks sweet

Dying in front of his beloved

He closed his eyes

And left with ease.

Exploring 'life'

Life is a mystery

Shut in one corner of the room

Unlock the door and look around

The room is vast and chaotic with stuff

It’s dirty with shit and lots of dust

Remember you have to come back alive

It’s a small time you have to fight

Don’t get hassled with random colours

The darkness prevails for a little longer

Open the third eye of your karma

And follow rigorously your dharma

Search for the answer you need

The room gives you a sense of belief

Rugged thoughts, shapeless bodies

And souls stuck in pain

Run past behind them to a safer place

A beam glistening in all its glory

No, do not touch it with naked hands

It gives pain and misery in the end

Life is beautiful from the eyes we see

Come close and search what lies beneath

It takes a life

For a life to unlock the shackles of life

For nothing matters in the end

When you want to live again.

A wait too long

I wait

Wait for the return of storm

The tornado hit me years ago

And left me bruised

Struggling with the pain

I await the return of misery...

Alone amongst the garden of love

I raised a fear of loneliness

Hit and sabotaged

I sinfully yearn for more...

The teary, swollen eyes

Remember the last dream they saw

I was in devil arms

And taken to a palace so far...

Dreams are dreams, I say

A moment of happiness

Left in grief

You wonder about dreams...

The delusion of an inner self

Cutting it through reality

I think, again

To rise above the ground

To fight the storm

And embrace the crown...

I dreamt again?

Again to live afloat

My struggle is with life

And I await the next thunderbolt.

A window in my room

A window in my room

Pink, yellow and white

Gives me a glimpse

Of life outside.

A dark room

With no light inside

The window in my room

Enlightens the space with it’s wisely eyes.

A lone figure

Engrossed with the ghostly past

Looks through the window

Of the worldly charm,

A glimpse of life

From the floor of death

I dive deep into the conscience of hell,

And back with a realisation

The window in my room

Saves me a day of procrastination.

A future of uncertainty

A life without a beginning

Looking for a dignified end

Amongst the four walls of cruelty.

The wind shutters the window panes

Yet it stands at its place

Still presenting me the theatre called ‘world’

The world that cares least about my past

Open its arms for a feisty start.