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.

Unborne Seeds

You and I, two broken pieces,

Separated from our vices.

Naked of sane clothings, We embrace

 The other driven by madness.

Producing the flames through our desires

We laid together in a bond sired.

It was a time when hunger craved...

And a thirst, wine barely quenched.

But my love,

The seeds that were sown

Have not yet grown.

In the reminiscence of the time we spent

I feel that they were special moments

Which have now passed the winter

And will be gone forever.

Like the betraying season you would have gone,

When I wake up one mid- summer morn.

Your name will be a history

And a play toy for my memory.

You are kinder than a cruel heart

Being mysterious is your playful art.

I rendered your tricks easily

‘Cause they were once mine, silly.

Yet I played my game your way,

It was funny until this day.

When I felt little different about you

And couldn't really say what’s new.

Because my love,

The seeds that were sown,

Have not yet grown.

It's time to walk away

And keep those dreams at bay.

Keep this story in a box locked

And disallow the memories to be stalked.

Pretty giggles and touch of your skin

Scent of your body and built so lean

Won't be easy on my memory

To keep all this secrecy.

Cause you know...

Perhaps...

Two In a Frame (3)

Their bodies consumed more than its appetite

When they laid together in the dark night,

Hidden from the chaos and mindless utters,

They chose quietude behind closed shutters.

It wasn’t for lust, it wasn’t for love,

It wasn’t for heart but only body to allow.

In some deep dark corners lay their hunger

Which had made their hearts and souls to linger.

When they had first tasted this sin sweet

From that very moment propelled their heat.

When tears of pleasure ran down their brow

They smiled at one another and asked for more.

Insatiable desires in the night so uncanny,

Beneath the blazing moon and stars so many.

These stove-like bodies warming the bed

And their moisty bodies sacredly wed.

This new discovered feeling couldn’t be more pure

That had arisen from the ashes for some cure

Of the broken, disrupted and pains more

And the past wounds caused heart sore.

They were making up for something deeply lost

And trying to recover all at every cost.

Happy marriage between flesh was not yet of hearts

But their hopeful future could bring many new starts.