Looking for The Long-Gone Me

In the eyes of blur paths, I see every day;In the midst of you-me, I feel every day;the core of us –dusted, soiled and tanned.We both agreed upon the lights,I see the darkness every day. I wake up in nights and search for it;the clean flesh, the shining bones,and an unaltered soul;when they all seem… Continue reading Looking for The Long-Gone Me

THE JOURNEY OF HUMAN SOUL

A green spring leaf,Shed by its tree,Yellowing into an autumn spirit,Starts it's journey. Driven by dust,Whooshing with it,Tossed and turned,Traveling miles continuously.Though small infant steps,It breathes every moment,Captures every milestone,Preserves in it's heart. It admires this beautyOf constant change,But even breaks down,Into darkness,which brings pain. Then the flickering lightsOf the lamp of the future,Allures it… Continue reading THE JOURNEY OF HUMAN SOUL

“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” | JOHN KEATS

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—         Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,         Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike task         Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask         Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,         Pillow'd upon… Continue reading “Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” | JOHN KEATS

FIRST LOVE | REPOST

The way she passed the bridge of my memory,I lost my way out of the senses.The lights of courage in me was diminished,Flaunted by the winds of first love. Her gaze of glitters stared at me,Like she holds secrecy of wings,A breath that dissolved in me,felt like a fragrance of undiscovered life. I hated being… Continue reading FIRST LOVE | REPOST

THE PEN OF CREATIONS

It's enfolding, the forgotten me,the dead me and the rising me,a prose of love,and some poetries of life. It stretches me out,from the life of hazards,to the life of wonders.Like a lyrics,Written on breaths,It sings inside,to make a charm,Blowing up the faces. It feels the joy,Of creating thoughts,the ink of zeast,Filled to the life,Writing on… Continue reading THE PEN OF CREATIONS

A fond Adieu |Poem Excerpts

Trembling with fear of losing him, she stares the lamp at the corner,and he stands to leave. As they walk in silence,nothing much, but smiles of love,accompanied, her eyes beseeches him to stay, and his charming eyes,filled with opportunities,of this blind world,never cares. Read the complete poem Here

The clock on the lost wall

Right there,on the wall of lost time,sitting is a clock. Looking through the eyes of time,everything and everywhere. There isn’t solace,but a sadness that keeps getting deeper with time. If you know and look into it, you will find it hard to understand. The petrichor,the dusky smell of wooden trench, used long back to make… Continue reading The clock on the lost wall

“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!” | John Keats

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!

Kasturi | Poem Series | Part 1

Two ends of a sphere, Me and my Heart. One lives with me, one lost to never found me again.

The Misery of Pain

In the misery of pain, the hurt beliefs of life, never fought to forget, What was causing it.