Fallen

Whistling trains, cuckoo slaying

Stream of wickedness,

Brushing through the alma matter

Alms are the luxury,

The enigma of war,

Apathy and hunger.

Hitherto, silence

Crumbled emotions

Sneaking through hidden voices. 

Fast-changing lanes,

Rushing past the enigma,

Blistering into a new dilemma. 

A loop

This strange profoundness,

Beneath the subtle mess,

A walk through the inner jungles,

Calming down the rustles,

Nurturing the little kindness,

A blanket of fears,

Stoned by the tears,

Hitherto chaos,

Amidst the silent music,

The dark yet to concede,

Mooning fidelity,

And yet,

The infinitesimal touch,

Of hollowness,

Scooping out the subtleness,

A cosmic force,

Lightning the inner sense,

Of the restless mindfulness,

Yet the inner shallowness,

Strangulates the mere profoundness.

Song of Despair

Part-I

Swirling around you,

O thy embodiment of love.

The omnipresence of yours,

Lightning the fires within,

Hazing to your forests,

Driven by your search,

Guided by the stars,

O thy love.

Part II

Amidst the darkness,

Searching a light,

Unknown, yet mesmerizing

Seen, unseen

Heard, unheard

Yet, all in mind, body and soul.

Part III

Calming down the senses,

Yet becomes high in every low,

Taking a leap of faith,

Wading into your jungles,

Jingling in the snows,

Whistling in the hazy sunshine,

O thy divine soul,

Let me become alive in you.

Part IV

Running away into the unknown,

Fighting the one within me,

Dragging up in the sky,

In search of the divine,

The light that's fading,

Into the horizons of love,

Running and running.

Part V

Get down, feel the earth

The innermost sense,

Cosmic, yet unfound

Giving in the deepest shallowness,

Winding up in the hollowness,

Making a way to breathlessness.

Part VI

A lost wilderness in the fragile mind,

Strengthening the roots,

To uphold the rush,

Thy soul, awake and blooming,

Into the skyline,

Tendering the pain and disdain,

Warming the cold hands,

Shaken by the mere presence.

Part VII

Erasing your memories,

In situ, thy live triumphs.

Longness swirls around,

Swiftly calming down,

The raging fires,

And yet falling again.

Part VIII

I want you, thy love

Come closer, make me warmer.

Shine in my arms,

Let me swirl in your hair,

Pat my shoulder, love me

Feel the breath, come closer.

Part IX

It feels so rough,

Prolong sadness thrives,

When the idea of us fades,

Stings like death.

Wake me up, swish me a little,

Let me love you.

Part X

I'm falling to pieces,

Crumbled emotions,

Yet calling the angels,

Hopelessly wanting,

Yet I am falling,

In a hope to fall in your arms.

Part XI

Under the mistletoe,

We will be kissing,

Lights will turn on,

As you will look up,

Stars will fall,

And we will be together.

Part XII

Missing you, longing for you,

Craving a little presence,

Amidst the twirling senses,

A little imaginary touch,

Imparting calmness.

Walking through shadows,

Yet searching for thy light,

With closed eyes.

Part XIII

Swiftly denying thy aura,

Yet, it widens

From the dim moonlight,

To the hazy sunshine,

Fading into the woods,

Giving rise to perplexed darkness.

Part XIV

The sparkling light,

Walking through the forests,

Embracing happiness,

The thrills that thrive along,

Siding the unearthly sorrows,

Enlightening the love within.

Part XV

In a quest to become a shadow,

You showed me the light,

I ran, it entangled around

Fear of losing everything,

I drowned into the unknown,

Amidst my own setbacks,

I relinquished my starry hope.

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Mindfulness

Twirling in the shadows,

Platonic shifting of emotions,

Drowning in the sea of darkness,

Seeking the light,

The other end. 

A new beginning,

Yet to arrive,

Amidst the rusty daydream,

Forbidding the virtuality,

And giving rise,

To the eternal realm of existing,

Unilateral and serene future. 

Nobody is wrong

In the end, you will find everything shattered. Inside, deep inside everyone has a dark secret. Different stories, contrasting perspectives and incomparable experiences. Life pushes you, punches you and sometimes knocks you down. But It's life, that is how it is supposed to be.! If we are not going to commit mistakes, where's the learning then? But admittance is important. Letting out is so easy, but letting in is as much difficult. And then the idea of being careless and unpractical goes up high! Doing mad things actually pleases us momentarily. Yet, after that even we are not satisfied. We don't realise the vitality of observing things. And yet what we do, rather than observing and appreciating, we try so hard to mend things and in doing we actually lose more than we gain. Observe and seek the truth. Because what you're thinking is actually delusionary and what you're seeing is actually illusionary. And then you'll realise, the unrealistic is more real than the actual reality, you're believing and dwelling into.

Blossom Again

Irked by the gloominess,

Beneath the subtle mess,

How down she's,

The heart still wanting,

To wander over the mountains,

Riverbeds are enshrining peace,

The sky turning down her blues,

A smile in the woods,

Captured by the green light,

Thy feet in fear,

As the rolling back comes,

She slows, yet moving

Back to the gloomy,

In a hope to blossom again. 

Stormed: A Poet's Dilemma

A little anguish,

Burgeoning pain inside,

Beholding the rush,

Impromptu thoughts,

Shading the vision,

Brisked by the wrongs,

Swift away in the soliloquy,

The softness of hatred,

Relying upon the shades,

Storming the senses,

A dash of lightning,

Electrifying the neurons,

Believing the unrealistic,

And narrowing into the,

Faded reality.