How delicious
it is to devour on
raw, frantic soul
Poetry
Like the stars…
You’re like the stars in the sky
I saw in my childhood
twinkling, smiling down at me
assuring me of a beautiful darkness.
That the places I choose to be
I’d be followed faithfully
with a poetic hope
whispering
that nights are
as influential as the light.
BLUE
When blue was vibrant
And the taste craved was white currant
Giant desires insisted
To go overboard and be a tyrant
“What’s in the diet?”, questioned heart
Outraged Mind, so prepared a chart.
“No cheat day, anymore stud”
Designs were made for your fat to shunt
“How about we clinch and come to an alignment”
Little did they know about the upcoming arrangement
“Let’s choose the day when sky chooses blue”
Since it was an era when heaven bore every hue.
So Mind agreed, no reasons to be defiant
One day in a VIBGYOR week, was the new alliance
No one knew, why sky took a tweak
Ever since that day, blue was there—every day, every week
Lost Love!
She: I am scared, baby.
He: Why is that?
She: Because I’ve lost you before actually losing you.
In retrospect
I lay
breathless
on dried out grasses
almost
at death’s door
staring at
bright noon Sun
reflecting on my thoughts
If you ever thought of shining
then why did you deny yourself burning??
Free-fall(en)
I fell from the star
burnt
crushed
torned-up
ripped
spirit-less
dragged out of haven
laughed to scorn
In all fairness, it seemed fine
When you first put me there
Another Midnight poem
Trail of thoughts
Stillness of quiet
Overdue reforms
High-pitched screams
With a muted voice
Here’s #midnight
For you
The Mornings
He got up
She started with chores
He brought groceries
She cooked
He made her fav tea
She sips his fav coffee
He got dressed
She sighs the look
He got ready for work
She’s off to start too
She closes eyes and sees him
He closes his eyes and feel her
They did everything together…
While being apart.