He was lost in the depths of my
random thoughts and an unfathomed heart
He shall only be a memory; the tryst
was unkept and promises in shambles
...
I always stood for profanity
In these years passed by, I was harsh
The axe was tampered with
an unconscious branch here, a rotten flower there
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The scented nature..
soothing me in my sleep,
the blushing flowers and the rays
from the heaven, shall make better
...
As the universe starts off its day,
with new hopes of revival
four children, strangers by birth
yet, bonded by an unconditional friendship
...
I am the monsoon
pouring heavily on the face of this earth
Yet failing to conceal the misfortune
of having been blamed
...
I am the Autumn.
FallingĀ uneasily on the face of this earth.
Yet, expelling frustration in my own style
Even without tears, for I know not what are tears
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To you, truly, madly and deeply, stranger
addicted is this innocent boy
when love outshone my innocence
paved its way in, kissed my heart
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Forever smitten by the tempest in her eyes,
and wish for a place in her own tiny vestibules, i walk..
haphazard, in frenzy, fold my parchments of thoughts
when all the distance in crude black fades..
...
Within me the remains of a faint graffito,
I etched on the walls of my fractured heart.
The fluxion of an illogical joy so jest,
I am bound to a timescale I call my past.
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Deep within, though an unmanned cave so pristine,
the river love in all its glory flows.
in bursts of exuberance overwhelming my senses,
I hopelessly fall prey to the river and drown
...