Casualty

There was not any calm after the storm Only a night following every daylight Each morning dimmed a little more Each night turned a little darker Sleep ended but not the nightmares No more hopes in dreams No more dreams in fantasies Only variants of ghosts Some less scarier than the rest Devised by reality…

Echoes

Happy words, pretty words and Everything cheery Deftly tossed asidePerhaps had the ink dried Before the writing vanished A sliver of hope, here be,To avert their evanescence Now it’s too late, for they areDispersed and dissipated As ash on a riverbank No trace of them anywhere Not a bit of burnt scent left Nor a…

Cross over

I had hoped to make it through Sand blasting into my eyes Wheezing and aching through the storm Across the the smouldering wreck To live past distress when all is done I had hoped to make it through Another day, another night Tossing and turning every wakeful hour Pulling out of the pit of hell…

Turmoil

Not knowing what to do because you cannot decide between what you want and what you should want. Not understanding that mixture of swirling dark clouds in the wide, blue sky. Or those sunflowers blossoming in the rain either. Nothing makes sense even though everything is clearly perceived.

Brews and blends

In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153  Her questions were, How do my thoughts get processed into words? Or do my words spur thoughts? How do they interact My response to her questions, as to how thoughts brew into words and words blend the images in our mind, At times they flow and blendLike water colors…

Morning eyes

Sweet voice of a songbird A crow’s caw cutting through The crunching of beans in the coffee machine Moist and cold and warm at the same time Under the sheets, sprawled over your chest Never woken to a better morning ever A sigh, a caress, a kiss Your awareness and my sleepy yawns Untangling limbs…

Default

It hurts like the first time The very first time when My messages went unanswered Calls unreturned and The waiting never ended Every single time It hurts like the very first time. Few days of bliss Few nights of love Continuous as the loops of time With impending distress, Desperations and disappointments Every single time…

Dismissal

None of her friends could empathise For none had loved so hard and lost Few had fleeting flings While others had broken strings Meaning little while they lasted and nothing when parted Some had rings on their mates and beginnings of forevers in definite dates While all she had were blurs of memories and hopes…

Time loop

And then I realised we are stuck in a never ending cycle of chasmic infatuation and bitter, cold impassivity. There are fragments of love floating in between, ashes in the wind, gone by before you could get a real glimpse. Shards of hate scrape over our skin, when we are too caught up inside our…

Breathless

Sometimes the words get stuck in my throat They choke me, cut my air off Make my eyes blur and mouth taste like acid Then my brain kicks into action… My breathing slows down and I count every single one, Grateful, I could still do that. And when I count to ten, my lids shut…