Monday, July 26, 2021

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