Leaves

A blank mind,

Stares moodily,

Into the empty screen in front. 

A body bereft of a desire,

To rise or move - 

Stuck in the comfort,

That inertia alone can tempt with. 

The empty canvas,

Of the mind's eye- 

Retraces the patterns,

That nostalgia brings forth. 

The old and familiar -

Seem a safe haven,

To slink and escape to. 

The reality now,

Too jaded-

For the soul,

So faded. 

The noir,

Conspicuous in it's ire-

Wanes into grey too,

As the numbness 

Steals into the 

Deepest corners of the heart.

He had played his part,

Living dead,

Loving the dead.

Now, it was time

To bow out-

Turn the page,

Turn over into

A green new leaf.

Parts of Me

 

There is a part of me,

That knows no emotion-

Walking blank and black,

Thrust into the Noir.

There is a part of me,

That is happy-

Deliriously so,

Delusional as well.

There is a part of me,

Afraid to let 

The dam break,

Or the guards down-

Hesitant to fuel,

The controversy that curiosity 

Can alone raise. 

There is a part of me,

That's watchful-

Silent and steady,

In a pensive gaze

Cast across the world around-

Reserving the scorn,

That myopia can bring. 

There is a part of me today,

That keeps counting the seconds,

Instead of the blessings-

To go beyond,

And very far away - 

Where the elasticity

Of the horizon line,

Is still unknown.

That is a part of me,

That is scattered and splattered -

In debris of my hubris,

Picking up the pieces-

To still hold on,

Un-waned and IUn-tamed.

You!

You are always

On my mind. 

As the reason - 

For the sudden smile, 

Or the sparkle in my eye. 

In you I did lean,

As the world swung by 

And the time rushed on -

Careless of life. 

With you, 

My days found hope

As, in you

I did sense a bit of a home.

You are the star-shine,

On any dark night - 

A soft envelope

Against the ordinary world,

Lighting up my world,

In your invincible glow. 

You are my comfort,

A safe space

To nestle into - 

Burrowing deep within

Your reserves of strength,

To find some in me too. 

You are the dream,

Of a the nomad -

To have found 

A direction, at last! 

I am only too happy 

To find out more - 

Of what lies ahead,

And what life has in store.

Till then,

I am okay to embrace

The fragility of the 'more' - 

Because in it lies 

Beauty and it's Music,

As the tendrils of familiarity 

Bind me to you. 

Bubbles of excitement,

Rise up,

As I think of you -

Longing to see the same things

As you do. 

Till then,

There you shall be - 

Far yet so very near.

Standing atop the pedestal,

Shining the brightest. 

The Epitaph

What hid behind,
The Smile -
No-one knew.
When you went the mile-
You left a life, askew.
Now, it's tough to trace,
The rings of memories-
Like, wreathes of smoke,
From half burnt out butts,
They settle, unsettled.
The dried up tears,
Stretch the path-
Never forgotten.
The unsmiling eyes,
Look deep into the faded photograph-
For a sign of life,
Remembering the epitaph. 

That moment

The plumes of smoke,
Billowed through,
Curling into our skin,
The wafts of hashish-drugged joy,
A merry haze.
I looked at you,
Over the gold rim,
Of the wine glass-
Saw your profile,
Sharp and strong,
The marble eyes-
Shielding the blaze,
Aglow, within.
I leaned closer,
To trace out the features-
As your eyes,
Gained focus on mine.
The tendrils of my curls,
Rested on your brows-
As I chased away the clouds,
That lurked in the hidden,
Depths of the eyes.
I lay,
Listening to your heart-beat-
The melting wax of the candles,
The indication of time.
That moment,
Needed no words.
We lay together,
As silence engulfed us-
And world around us,
Revolved, pivot-less.

Black pools

The eyes, 

Saw the reflection

In the mirror - 

The face - unknown. 

The body, 

Yet, all too familiar. 

The black pools,

Saw the ocean within -

The waves that crashed,

To the surface,

Yet fizzled out,

Before the froth. 

The tornado,

Of the thoughts- 

Imminent and inverse, 

Looking at the moments,

In the reverse. 

Living the moments,

Of the final call-

The silent cry,

For help. 

The silence,

That crashed,

As an afterglow - 

Deafening and a blow,

To all that she'd held close. 

The walls had been shattered,

Replaced by cemented guards-

The eyes, 

Now that stared back-

Wrinkled and fine-lined,

Spoke of another chapter. 

Shepherd

As each month passes by,
And the future
Is always the living present -
A part of me,
Finds myself rooted,
To the past.
The sepia toned moments now-
Seemed to be the only life.
Time now,
A mere countdown
On a clock-work precision.
The days left behind,
That bear our twin pair of,
Footprints cemented to the sand-
Seem to stretch like,
An elastic forever.
A warm blanket,
To hold me close-
In the coldest of times.
Etched in stone,
Is your happy smile -
That flowed freely,
And loved so deeply.
You remain the truth,
Of a moral compass-
To guide the nights by.
The shepherd,
To the manger of hopes -
Your natural optimism,
A beacon in all darkness.
Words can never,
Bespeak the essence -
Of your absence now.
Its felt acutely now-
Ever more so,
With every faded day,
That gets struck off the calendar.