Grasp

Starting with nothing, no armor , no sustenance 

Just the conscious pushing the subconscious

All that was to be known, was learning how not to stop. 

The cries and the howl , pulling to lose the secure 

In search of every bit of sunshine left within

Just so everything could be put together..

Stars that shine upon, it was all the smiles

Dark, swallowing it , hoping none of it belonged. 

Aware, having all the mementos  hidden 

The world never fitted in that soul, nor it ever wished it to be.

So the start began again, 

But neither the armor nor sustenance gained 

This time, it was known how not to stop.

No air has a bad melody

Nor the black clouds can obscure the stars actually ..

The world never had to belong to soul…

Grasping it, the world never had to belong to the soul. 

Grasping it again, the self-love should overpower its life

The soul will begin to cross the locked doors

While seeing the moonlights in darkest of hours

And the rainbows will show up amidst the deadly falls .. 

No thunder is going to scare , 

As the lightening itself will walk the soul to its home…

YOU

 A sight that captures my entity

you are the happiness that drives me there

 As i stand in the shore i had longed To be..

you are the waves frequently hitting my toe 

Making me feel my Presence,

That right moment,

You are the charm that brightens my eyes.

Making me Sense the beauty of being happily alive...

As i breathe in deep,

proudly standing amidst the greenery 

You are the air that goes into my cell,

turbulent yet steady as it comes to me.

Thousands of miles as i walk through, 

the aches and sore, distressing my foot

You are the sun that warms my soul, 

melting all the pains, icing in stitches.

To all my hungers and craves, 

you are the toppings that gives me chill

Full moon to the darkest of my nights, 

you stand right there,

Making me Sense the beauty of being happily alive...

Voyage

 

Foot on a stormy road, path unsure

All she sees is bed of petals piled up

like a stack of bricks, lined up

thrones she foresees yet in memory of her serenity, she heads.

A soul of a sword,

fully aware of its chore

Standing in between the warriors

Fails and rises again,

Blades still being the same,

sharp enough to war against..

Years of her memoir, safely kept 

double keyed the door,

A promise to not look back, neither beyond.

She continues, with memorandum 

Her tomorrow follows.

world's color

“He’s the black that goes with every color”

Said his mom who didn’t seem pleased.

All the reds within her has boiled,

 as if she’s engulfed the ball of fire.

Bold and keen enough to foresee.

As every corner has darkened, supposedly inked.

 

Disguises and camouflages, obscuring the blues  

All that shows up are the frail and withered truths.

While all the carbon coated breathes get in  

Thirsty soul longs for the greens and the pinks.

 

“I dreamt  him swimming in a pool of watercolors”

Said his mom looking at the sky, white and blue.

gratified in her yellow sari, holding the moon.

plucking all the browns within the greens she witnesses,

she laments over her child, eating up all the roots.

Faded world, drowning in emotional hues

Roaring in vain, she emerges,

Desperately, in an attempt to tint,

As every corner has darkened , supposedly inked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chaos

I can feel this air, Air of melancholy 

Passing by, Piercing my soul.

The soul that was trying to sprinkle some colors to that dark.

Amid this chaos, i stay still.

Uncertain is this life, i happen to gather some bliss.

I can feel this transparency,

Vivid as the water flowing straight out of nature.

Capturing this instance

I conversate, with myself at my best

And i prepare doing so,

I conversate, with myself at my worse too...