Fleeting Thoughts

that would spark up,

allowing myself
the moments of fleeting thoughts,
of us both back
in each others arms.
where we would
rush up to that terrace,
under the night sky,
and the silver stars.
gaze up again yonder,
lost in a wide-eyed innocent wonder,
that only love can bring.
pacified- a sense of calm,
steals over us-
we would again be able to
face each other,
and see beyond.
see through the empty shell-
to the hollowness within.
yet the signs of dormant life,
lurking within.
at the first touch.

Burnt.

i burnt up a letter,
that i wrote to you.
the purple of the ink,
turned charred and brown-
mocking at their own folly.
the burnt remains of the paper,
flew all around-
in ashes lay my words.
as i sat staring at them all-
laughing to myself,
in self-deprecation,
that a twisted mind can bring.
my mind grey,
with a humourless smirk,
i sat-
as i thought of you.

BLACK

Obscure leaves litter my way,

Dry  stones

To which

I fall prey.

Cant fathom the intensity

That wordless extremity

Can bring forth-

So unwillingly.

I am aware of the black

Gaze on me.

Startling- in its mystery.

A hooded look.

Unreadable.

Expressionless.

I catch them some.

Fleeting-glimpses.

All too aware

That the near distance

Can cause-the slump

In my gait-

Paced away

Fast- diverging from your footprints.

Black

Is the colour of my mood.

Is  the colour of my mind.

Till some words more-

The unknown strengthens.

Black- the colour of my wonder.

Awe-struck..dumbed down.

Black- the whirlpool of feelers.

Black- the pool of shadows.

Black- where the rain stops-

And the sun shines no more.

Black-the heat of which-

Clashes and negates

With what I am part of-

Of what that’s part of me.

Luminos Silencio..

i always had it easy.
but now i wonder,
where the charm has receded?
or has the luck faded?
shall i cede too?
shun the armours?
pull down my defences?
d swords are drawn now.
against wishful thinking-
the hanky panky fancy.
a delirious delirium.
am i too lost in the conundrum?
maze,daze,haze..
winds of change,
along the winding path.
shall i take out my wine and sitar?
will the gita save me now?
or the plastic guitar?
tunes.
tones.
toons.
tuneless.
lost of chord.
lost of harmony.
hollow echoes reverberate.
up there.
somewhere.
where i've got to reach.
till then.
no solace.
no song of the saviour.
just a clear whirlpool
of luminos silencio supreme...

i wonder

i've no faith in constancy.
the words u say,
echoes all above me.
screeches wreak havoc..
seagulls in the air.
blue blue sky..
pale against the black clouds..
looming larger then life.
roads seem endless.
is the journey worthwhile?
i ponder.
i wonder.
as my mind wanders.
into laneless paths.
travels into the darkness.
that hides all my tears.
can u hear me now?
hear the unsaid words?
the silent cry of a lost mind?
i wonder..

turmoil

there's a certain sense
of restlessness,
bottled up
in me.
itching to break free.
waiting to burst.
my thoughts have
lost direction.
randomness-
defines their sojourn.
visionless,
is my mind's eye.
no images
bring forth any
connection to my reality.
i fly free.
oblivious to all borders.
cascading into,
the cool waters of my lost pride.
in ashes are my flames,
of my spirited defence.
my thoughts transcend,
all colours.
drifting into an insipid space.
of  no rhyme
nor rhythm.
no music
can stir my peace within.
the strings of the past,
dont tie me anymore.
yet,what is the hold on me?
why is the turmoil still,
raging on fierce..
fearlessly??