Apocalypse

Tight knot, tugged.
A bolus, large enough to gulp,
hard as a contracted flesh,
and a lump, that constantly grows.

Like a bite of an unseen bug,
Unavailing,
unscathed yet disturbing,
like a plastic ball, fallen off of a trash can,
That dances on each vibration of tread.
No dust in the air heavy enough to rethrow,
Lone, longing for a hard wind,
Expecting a soft blow.

Diagram of conspiracy hangs in the core,
Immersed in a wine full of console.
Fear diffuses, fogging up the four windows,
on and off, the red zeal flows.
And in no second, lits the eye,
As the first ray of early morn,
heart stirs around the dawn.

Yes, an apocalypse.
An apocalypse, unfolding the purity,
holding back the cold.
A lose knot troubling a hungry soul,
friable and soft, turning into gold.

Perplexed dream

Somewhere under the blue sky,
Under the silvery white lines,
searching for the setting sun thats shining far away,
where her heart belongs.
Fingers crossed, hoping she can see that image that the clouds make,
In vain, they are all distorted.

raddled, sore in the sole and a heart tht shrank
A rainy day it was and so was yesterday.
Perplexing, she recalled, it was same the day before as well.
When will they regain their shapes? she wondered.
A desire to see a fernlike cloud,
an elephant thats holding an egg
Or is it stepping upon it? She smiled.
Her lips cracked, may be the eggs cracked too.
Making the elephant in her thoughts, fall
Making the clouds she is hoping to see, distort

Mystical dark

A quiet dark that swallows my vigor, bringing melancholy all over my soul, still like an universe in the midnight, with thousands of stars twinkling around, I suppose i am one of them, chosen by this dark, with coats of its element glued on my skin, completely tangled and shattered all the day, magnetized, I end up levitating around, helpless similar to those stars, they might always dream of landing, as breaking the tail hurts. They may dream of being a moon, shining up all day and night. Calm and breezy enough to ignore the silence of this dark. The dark night has made the wind freeze. Like it freezes my soul, bewitching and captivating my whole. I want to run and hide behind the brightest part of the day, never to be seen by this dark. Longing to hear the chirps of the bird, feel the wind that dries my soaked soul, untie the knot of fears that my heart holds and, feel the sigh of relief letting the glue go, Throw it away, lightening my soul. Wishing, when it comes the other day, I could watch it and not be bewitched by its glow.

An ache

It feels like the world is on fire. 

And, the ache of blisters are competing;

one with the other.

Former leads the upcoming,

none tends to heal. 

The wind that blows, 

expected to be pacifying, 

 comes up with vigor instead.

They said love seals.

How naïve it is, not to realize,

 it is meant to seal the fragile.
Rock demands to be melted.

 A fire to reform, and an ache to repel.

The difference

Craving for a drop, he hassled

just a single little one that he wished of.

Deserted, handful of rough grits it felt. 

He sought out everywhere,

with an empty jar, 

vulnerable and rusted. 

Like how a thirsty child seeks his mother’s breast,

slothful, expecting a heavy rain.

And there was a thing about “the sun”

that was eyeing him constantly, 

while he was trying to escape.

Mesmerizing it was, equally bright,

even when it set. 

Yellow sunshine

She dances with her toes held high.
Much content within the boundaries of her joy.
Exploring the bud, she plucks each petals out.
Memories that beat within the jolly mind,
soulful and so aloud.

Hundreds of colours are scattered,
Mixing together, one upon the other.
Rejoiced, celebrating her triumph,
each and every corners shining like a morning dew.
Golden of all the times,
Those bright yellow sunshine,
and a garden that is full of whims.

Minute dusts within the rays,
escorting her towards the stairs.
Stairs of heaven she had always wished of,
delighted, she swings on each beat that comes along.
Her feets constantly grading up,
she sways musically with grace,
laughter within the air filling everywhere.

Unfolding her angelic wings,
lips arching upwards a bit,
she smiles holding her breath for a second,
and then, taking the air completely in,
embracing the sense of joy that its carrying.

How silly little times of her miseries,
feckless trials to cover the shine,
doubting her immence hopes and wishes.
Lavish spirit unable to smell even a bit of it.

Playful of words rushing here and there,
failing to draw the state of her universe.
Lost within the lights of her world,
yellow sunshine purifying her soul,
she becomes much brighter,
merrier and bold.

And then, the implish glee lits her eyes,
expressing her lifted toes.
And she continues to dance.
Again and again, unceasingly,
uninterupted, undisturbed.
And full of joy.
Out of the shades of happiness,
She moves her body, passionately.
Half exposed, owing her beauty,
best of all she can for the moment of her existence.

After all, it is her time to rejoice,
Celebrate the triumph.
Each and every corners shine like a morning dew.
As it is the golden of all times.
Those bright yellow sunshines,
and a garden full of whims.