Wounded.

Wounded.

 

the freckled dark skin
the dirty pointed nails
mingled with each other
resulting in blood
dark red blood
with viscous flow
there was a pain
excruciating pain
the blotch it left
on the skin
was treated
with intense care
the pain persisted
the wounds of the body
were healed
but the wounded heart
kept crying for survival.

The meeting.

The meeting.

 

The exotic surroundings

And the wilderness around

Nothing matters much

As I walk along the road

Afraid of getting hit by a car

I walk fast so that no one catches me

My eyes are always down

Not on the roads

They just point downwards

And look towards nothing

I just keep moving my feet

The purpose is just to be with someone

It has been long

The breath runs faster than the feet

The sweat owns the body

A car came rushing from behind

And ran by me like a flash

I almost fell by the air pressure it created

My heart skipped a beat

For too long I have been lonely

The craving just kills me

I move faster

I see two trees

With long branches meeting at the top

The trees mingled

To give each other company

Nobody wants to be alone

I sat between them

I decided at that moment

That this is the place

Where I want to meet him.

 

 

Redefine.

Redefine.

 

 

Running bare feet on wet grass

Looking for the bright light shining

Far away in the sky

Several others joined on the way

Blindly following the light

All of them determined

That it is God

Who has the power to illuminate the sky?

It has to be someone with infinite potential

Who discovers God first?

It became the real fight now

The curiosity inside the heart

Transformed into ego and deceit

They all reached the light

Some before some after

All claimed that they saw it first

Religions were formed

Rituals were performed

With the absence of love in their heart

They invented the creator

Popularly known as God

The bright light is gone now

The dark night is here

 Years passed in a blink

Even now when there is munificence around

When the heart feels and gives love

That bright light shines inside the heart

It tries to find existence

And redefine God.

 

Smoke.

Smoke.

 

 

 

The smoke from the factory was rising above

Fluttering like a flag trying to touch the firmament

The curious eyes were long waiting on the window

To see the dimness and the breaking of clouds to rain

But they were unaware of the deceit of the evil smoke

When the smoke disappeared, the black sky turned azure

The soul is protected by the flesh and imbibed by the heart

But it is shrouded by the fluttering haughtiness

Like the evil smoke

It is deceiving the mind to believe the unreal

The mind seeks comprehension of the real

The pure divine soul without the haughtiness

And the azure sky without the evil smoke.

I never want to see the sun.

I never want to see the sun.

 

 

The sky has gone from azure to black
Winds are tempting the hidden desires
The muddy roads are spreading a fragrance
Stress is dissolving in the coolness around
Shouting and screaming, I just want to run
It felt like I never want to see the sun.

When the light was bright and sun was in sight
People carried on their faces fake masks
There was hurry in life and deceit in action
Munificence was dying and emotions were lying
But as the light went out and the day was almost done
It felt like I never want to see the sun.

As I wake up, the sunlight caresses my face
My dreams starts suffocating in the air of judgement
My heart is racing, my eyes trembling in fear
My moves will be questioned, my efforts will be doubted
I go under my blanket, to hide and never return
It felt like I never want to see the sun

What is Life?

What is Life?

 

 

The desire to play in the rain

The irremovable cloth stain

To sleep for hours

The injuries and scars

All desires transformed

Into new ones

To have lofty fame

To have monetary gain

Their desirability increased the effort

Hard work took from failure to success

The journey was filled with maledictions

But the desires were passionately imbibed by the heart

Now new transformations awaits

To love and get loved by family and friends

To teach the experience gained

To discover the depths of death

Before it snatches the last breath

It is now one on one

It is looking directly into the eyes

Death is scared of getting alive

The unsatisfied curiosity is jolting the heart

A drop of water emanates from the eyes

It travels through the rough skin

To reach the dry lips

After living every moment abundantly

The lips vibrate in fear

And asks death one question,

‘What is life?’

 

 

Trap door.

Trap door.

 

 

Standing on a trap door
Inside which
Resides the emotions
Of love and freedom
Of sanctity and peace
All of them coalesced together
Fighting with fortitude
To come out in the open
To dance with the ecstatic waves
Covering the seas
To relish the ferocious winds
The fervent veracity
Is kicking the door hard
It is suffocating inside
The trap door remains closed
Standing on it
Is an invisible, imaginary, and menacing evil
Created by the illusion of lies with artifice
You were trapped
Or you are trapped
If you decipher its name.