Bend My Bones?

Loving you will be like bending my bones,
So I ll stick to picking stones.
Avert my eyes in disdain,
As I watch you, I feel the pain.
Agony in the heart burns violently,
While you leave me with your memory
To starve for you while you will have fled
So I ll cast a wall between us in stead,
Before I have more tears to shed
For our stories that will soon be dead.

Anagnorisis

The exfoliating rose suffers the pain

Caused by the maturing,

That separates one

From each of its petals, in palimpsest.

Bound so closely in love

They were peeled away

Like skin of the flesh.

How can one

Weigh the agony

Of a fish being pulled out

From water?

This is meaninglessness of life-

It withers away slowly, that rose

Once plucked from stem

But whose beauty in its place first,

Lures you to do the damage.

Try, try putting it back,

It won’t happen.

Try, try preserving its life,

It will die away.

Hold it and feel happy

But then remorse will fill your heart.

Then you keep walking with shackles

And shackles that start bleeding you

And shackles that heavies your move

And shackles that reminds you.

That key you look for lies in void, devoid

Of yourself, ego, false pride, vanity, loathed activities, lies, lies and more lies.

Don’t stop yet,

Go on, on and look ahead.

You left prints that are fading.

Don’t hold on.

You have to fall, you are already fallen

So, now you have to sink, drown, perish in that trench you dug once, for pure joy.

You can’t wake up, it’s no dream.

You can’t sleep, you won’t be able to.

Cry, try if you want.

Those tears are not comforting

No, they won’t, they won’t come to you.

Yell, shriek, screech, scream if you may

It is funny, now no voice will bring you any refuge

Cause you broke the mirror

That showed you what you were.

You can have the pieces now.

If you join them all, you will create a beauteous piece of the self and show your distorted self.

Wait, little longer, time has stopped

And your pain will endure your broken image

Until death decides to leave you some mercy.

Have to Go Song

No! No! No!

Don't call me your baby

I never was your worry

You should have known this surely

I would have left you one morning

Couldn't have been surprising

Yes, you were charming…

Can't help it baby

But I have to go

You know that so well

I just cannot stay.

No! No! No!

I just cannot fall

Nor can I break this wall

Wish I could forget this all

But you still have your spell on me

I really want to be free

'cause I have several places to be…

Can't help it baby

But I have to go

You know that so well

I just cannot stay.

Yes, it’s true

I'll meet you for moments few

One last chance to see you

And kiss you my good bye

Then you won't have to lie

And maybe I won't have to cry...

Unromantic You!

Your friends call you unromantic

And that is also what you think.

The difference of your heart and head

Makes you choose what’s momentary instead!

You speak to me night and day,

When it’s late, you make me stay.

You say my message makes you glad

And tell me what went good or bad.

The ambience well-set for only two,

When we steal hours for other, few.

Then so, you bring my favourite wine

So we could dissolve the in-between line.

You present me with a chocolate dark.

We share an ice-cream sitting on a bark.

You come close so we could share a kiss.

It’s a moment, my heart won’t miss.

You express, you wanna have a long walk

In the night, so we could share more talk.

You slide your fingers into mine,

I could see that moon shine.

You send me a song to express yourself.

I can clearly see how you need help.

When you claim that you’re unromantic,

Brace yourself, love, I’m about to be sarcastic.

Your clichéd acts won’t tame me.

‘ am like a bird flying free.

Know that I am shrew

And all my words are never true.

You say you’re not a man of romance

But you don’t even leave a single chance

To say those banal words “I love you”

Must you know, for me it’s nothing new?

When we meet, you’re always late

Even when you know, that’s what I hate.

My head makes you burn on pyre,

When I spit poison, it comes out as fire.

I think you consider me as your time pass,

No other act of yours could be so crass.

Art of lying is my disguise.

Fool you’re if you think that you’re wise.

If the game is yours,

The rules are mine.

During our course,

Promise to make you whine.

Many words, many poetry for you

For my dearest, play-toy new.

You said, “I hate smart women”,

For me, nothing is a better compliment.

‘am the biggest lie of your life,

My acts and words are like knife.

Tamper my mind’s stability?

I’ll make you bleed till infinity.

"Snap Out!"

That’s what you told me

And gave me a lock without a key.

You started seeing me as a piece broken

In which spots and faults grew often.

Dismissing your eyes, I did what you said,

Without much thinking, I drowned my head

Into terrorizing waterful bucket;

Glanced my reflection and said “**** it.”

Splashed, gasped, panted a while;

Weird was the feeling, then a smile.

“You know me not”, I whispered

In the mirror, soon the image went blurred.

I tried others too,

Options now left are few.

Slumbering myself for thoughts to escape,

Gulped down a bottle of dark stinky syrup.

At night, I watched that moon blue

And slept only an hour or two.

Druggy eyes, malfunctioned speech,

Hazy head in pain with screech.

Next in queue was alcohol

That wasn’t yours but my call.

Poured in the glass was only my drink

You do know how much I love to be on a brink.

Then came in my fancy and new attempt,

To smoke through the grass to avoid the contempt.

Ecstasy and euphoria was not so much a block,

When I spotted how crazy went the clock!

No instrument is devised to cure me of my pain,

Don’t understand why you struggle for me to contain.

You don’t know what this is all about.

If you can’t understand, don’t ask me to “Snap Out!”

Speaking Through Memories

Absence and loss is new seed,

So I write this for you to read.

Like a child to you I was,

You do know what was the cause.

You know I had to find myself

I wanted to do it without your help.

Many crossroads and many mazes,

So my heart and mind hazes.

In my moments silence, to you I speak,

I also hear my hearts’ slow creak.

The glory of the moon fades with ascending dawn,

So I realize what has now been there and gone.

When I encountered my romance with you,

The young rains’ memory is fresh and new.

My cradle to me you were to rock asleep me

But now dreams so vagabond don’t let me free.

Cant tell this feeling of desire and despise

Since the memories of you are such reprise.

Cant forget the mesh of few beers and two glasses of wine,

Laughter and merriment over a fine dine.

My fear is not amnesia but hope

As the situation is so difficult to cope.

The spaces and time will steal the pleasure

Of moments we weave in our leisure.

Over one love I have grown million times,

Wish that be stable and surpass these climes.

Fear the change in your eyes when we meet next,

Nothing in my mind, body or soul is at rest.

Condemn me not for the decisions I make,

Mindless thinking has cost my words to break.

My shy cries and silent whines do not reach any ears,

Every thought of you causes my heart to pierce.

Incomplete is my heart ‘cause you afar

Like a prisoner I’m gazing at the star.

Wont steer you anyway anymore,

Leave behind all in some store.

I’ll go in slumber for a relief

As love has become a past belief.

Wedding vows could have been our new start,

Your memories last until death do us apart.

In Meditation

Many words, words, a word,

No words, some words in flood

In my capacious brain

In a very tidy frame

Scattered like zillion stars

Moving randomly without bars

That bounce, pounce and thud like a drum

And they crash violently when they bump

And every word flows through my vein

That makes the hand move towards the pen,

While body uncomfortably sits unmoving

While the soul of mind is singing

Sometimes in pain, sometimes in fears,

Sometimes with love, sometimes with tears

Over parchments that are designed without intervention

When words weave out through phantasmagoric imagination

That makes the pencils go blunt and ink runs out

When mind is filled with thoughts of cloud

And time slips from minutes to hours

While I live in my ivory towers

Being a recluse and in isolation,

I carve my thoughts with precision

While they wonder the look on my face

Which dreads them these days

When many words, words, a word,

No words, some words create flood.