Sprinkled rose🌹

The smell of damp in your rosy air

As if, rain on dried mats of grassy hair

Love me as I love to watch myself soak

I've always been a water drop to sprinkled rose

Mind is all flowers- Alzheimer's Awareness

 

Mirror reflected her soul this morning
wrinkled eye edges flashed as she grinned
an affirmation uttered, as old as herself
Yet, Purity within the fleshes shines bright
the silvery flakes on her head, glares
as if a morning sun on snowcapped mountains

Nurtured relations, woven with colorful yarns
shouldered responsibilities, planted with utmost care
it’s all bare, empty as her thoughts, sluggish as her desire
Yet, sometimes, old reminiscences cover entire nerves
flickering like worn out candle in a drizzling day
Framework swollen with melted wax
and the wick, its core, awaiting the collapse.

Lost ease , world as if a new place to live
muscle misleads, It’s her own yet her enemies
She belongs, not in solitude but within dependence
defined by colorful heart, not the flaws- grimy mind creates
driven by compassion entire life, Still shining, head high
Mirror reflected her soul this morning
walking through the trail of flashbacks
Her smile pointing gardens in her eyes, mind is all flowers
Wrinkled face- like a leaves in a bouquet, adding beauty
Mirror reflected her soul this morning.
Mirror made up of her memories.

In search of the key!

Apparent it is- the eternity,

Yet ripping through a moment that just flashes by 

Futile attempts of holding on 

Gripping the moments by their neck 

Like a handful of sand that gets lost, 

The more you try keeping it, the more it falls 

What do you do that for ? 

Apparent it is- the invincible, 

 It’s there for egress, all aware you are 

All the fear screaming inside the encumbered head,

 Insecurities painted, densely in bright red

The conscious trapped, walls of metal noising  

Colors of emotions, cluttered – fiercely standing 

Breathing the pure – yet, frail to cleanse your mind 

Do you feel your core shatter? 

Apparent it is, the impermanent,

Yet the yellows leave and the blues stay

Are you still unaware?

Why do the yellows leave and blues stay? 

My head screams, amid the chaos and hinder

The sound of void - rings as divine in cosmos

All over my body, the warmth and a tranquil 

Each cell entangled with the voice of nature

 Flashing memories of the moments -eternal 

I hear myself repeat the question again

 In the dead silence, I ask myself- 

I answer myself--

“The key to the wall of consciousness is not yellow- it’s grey”

Why do the yellows leave and blues stay? 

The key to consciousness is grey.

I am left ashamed

I am afraid this is real.

a splash of cold, yet it's still here

My clock is infront and i fix the time 

all set to go, i am ready to shine

Through the stars,i see it drop down

Then, through my window, all aware i am

this had never happened before

In disbelief i take my sword and move to the shore 

Neither did the stars shined up bright

nor brought this into my eyes,

Gloomy nights devastated me, enough to shatter 

I see it fixing as all the confidence in me, i gather

carpet of clouds, i am sleeping upon- drift

As i approach, i grab the moon and gently kiss

Ocean appraching to meet their little ones

i see in a reflection , the tears, yet the warmth

the struggle and the hope running along the waves

the same one that i lamented, i objected 

And, i was left ashamed

 

 

Next meeting!

Within every beats of a song

Every single moment when we felt we belonged

Been missing like how day misses the night

Two parallel lines, hoping to meet,

One day, they might.

Within the darkest times of hour

Every single moment when we fought to overpower

Been missing like how wildfire misses the heavy wind 

Expecting a blow, Two big thunders, hoping to meet,

One day, they might.

 

Within the silence of the nights 

Every small talks when we first met , running in my mind 

Been missing like how a cheetah misses the sky

Running to get there, hoping to meet 

One day it might.