AN IRONIC BEAT

"... layers deeper within"

Aha...so much of deeper love inside!

Beauty thy words and feelings dear Sir.

Thanks for the share!

How is life and death respected - this modern world!

For the first - to ignore it because the person is useless;

and for the second - because the person is dead.

TO FATHOM THE DEPTH

The sky was sinking fast

On that vanishing horizon

An unknown messenger -

An apparition

Hurriedly stepped in 

Pawing its feet

out of the globular air 

And

with a penchant

for an inglorious say 

Turned a bigger mouth towards me -

Detailing:

How with a wider thump and a deeper thud

It fell, and drowned.

How could I fathom the depth

On whose non-existence

I beat my heart and head 

SLEDGING OUR HEART

It was blooming 

of my heart -

Tender wishes smouldering

A glow in the skies

Soft petals, falling 

Pink from my eyes -

A gainly say 

of my heart

Looking an awe

to the state of my mind

A streak of tears, flowed

Like an unbidden love

There is an undefining factor 

Sledging our hearts -

To whom, and how far

And the universe goes on expanding as ever

BROKEN WINDOWS

On a sill of a broken window

I could see scattered images

of the time in the past, that

we have spent in togetherness

Mirroring pain and pleasure alike

Now,

You let me pass 

The futility of my ocular vision 

That you are not there 

for my receptivity -

Upending my affection to the twinkling stars

In this full moon night

I lay here contemplating

The count of broken windows 

that may have been left unattended

Behind my closed and swollen eyes

'Mrig-Trishna'

 'Mrig-Trishna'

ILLUSION 

I have lost 

the way of my heart.

Wherever I go, searching you

Outside of me 

I soberly miss my chances -

Like an intoxicated deer

I search musk whirling my steps outside

Bitten by 'Mrig-Trishna' 

How will I find your bearing on me

Whenever I search 

The beating of my heart

Trolling inside

I find it lay scattered outside

Wallowing on my own shallowness

Slavery; imbibing

pitchers and pitchers of own drunkenness

BIG EARS

How you wither

my past -

My memory is sinking 

into an oceanic depth;

Just whisper

the 'present' to inner me

To croon my future 

with big ears, that 

Those of higher altitude, hear

by the mountains and lakes -

Resonating between volcanic sound and subdued silence

THE HEART OF SILENCE

Keep you O

The heart of your silence

Sparkling like a diamond 

Buried deep into your breath

See to it, that

It must not disturb the air 

Coming out and coming in 

from your nostrils