Solitary Moments of Dream...

Just as the quietness slept still
Just as the bustle of souls slumbered
never resting light
wanting to peek
spilled its gaze
following darkness…

Love for dark…
light only knows!
Always behind each other…
Although so different!

Just as the lighter souls started tweeting
Dancing crisscross on the skies…
Flying in pattern and a beautiful chaos
Bidding good bye
Flocks sighed away…

Just as the binding souls stayed as are
Sleeping a secret night
Quiet and composed,
The way they liked…
Quivering all in glitter
Refusing to depart….

Musical moods of this morning
All that as orchestrated by nature…
Lonely and united
Playing the symphony
Just for me….
All alone in that grand arena…

Welcoming colors of the blossom
Sprung all along
Even weeds bore gorgeous flowers…

A soothing morning
An inner unison
For my restless soul…

Just as I enjoyed this solitude
just as I knew that this moment
is just another dream in reality…
Mornings are just mine...

A distant truck grumbling
Came close and passed by
Just before the traffic lights
Turning red….

I started to feel…
The world is awake now…

Cyclical...

The more it wants
the more it looks for
pity though,
the will never is strong enough!

Changing shades
self fades,
desires eruptive...
mind never is strong enough!

One after other,
the rhetoric of life
spins around the basics...
Wins nothing; loses nothing!
Knowing never is strong enough!

Cyclical the time...
leads us all to where we came from
the hollow unknown;
birth given, death taken
Just starts nowhere!
Just ends nowhere!

What me?

I lied
to myself...
Despite a call that was heard always
I chose to be deaf.
I chose not to speak as I lied
on a barren land of truth!
Submerged in me somewhere...

I tried
to crawl,
to get up and walk up to me...
trying not to look at me
I purposely turned away
from the reflection I had in me...

The stimulations within
and out...
tested by the simulations,
a mere transformation of
self in transgression...

no way to get in
or no way to get out!
within me I kept walking
Nowhere to go ...

Another day of silence
well spoken...
I chose to be so!
As dumb as I am...

Calling Back...

Foreseen and foregone
passing the shackles
I strode the time...

Rolling around the shallow valleys
heights were astounding!
I fell back
pulled by myself
the efforts of reason
slept ashamed....

A life given
lost on algorithms...
Attributes wore by
Attires of illusions
I tend to lie of
what life wanted
and
what life offered

Tentacles of wants
lied natural....
Whims of my shadow
glowed gloriously!

The science
of conscience.
I dwell in and out
within no boundaries..
within the reach!
Not scaled...
appeared large
yet miniscule

an Echo
pulled me to
nowhere...

Just calling back
yet not heeding
I stayed the same...
behind me...
the screen called self!

Quest

From the first day
When I made my cry
a music to my beloved
till the last breath
I owe to the thirsty elements
I am bereaved
for my zealous efforts
tracing desires of
a natural entity…

my attires
of follies…
Life apprehended
in its fervent nutshell.

Weakened
by the darkness of destiny,
an anonymous caller,
my dawns marauded…

Reality unveiled
The shades of survival…
An effigy of self,
Tormented by the
Codes of persistence
Until I find my abode
All so special
In silence

Leaving the cries
To those beloved
Ever to propagate…

A reward of life
Forgotten
While being alive
And when fail…
So simple the truth is!

Steered by an esteem
Of no serene seduction
Triggered is this journey
Who leads and
Who follows….

I just felt like...

Life!
Gone for a few days...
Back for a few days...
Wonders of thoughts
Worrying hearts
Whispers of self
Spoke or not?

A soul,
A brain,
and the mind.
Encompassing....
An aura called body!

Austere yet anonymous
The spirit the stateless!
So longing for the bodies,
Its ethereal journey embodies
A desire, may we call it destiny!

Fusion of formless and the form
A rhapsody of cosmic dance.
Matter exists; nor it does
Signs of vacuum
A discreet welcome!

The flow of self
Progresses to where it came from!
Feign actions perturb
The ecstatic innateness
A rule we made,
But never followed!

Secrets of longings
Vital belongings
Disguised and undisclosed

Life,
Gone for a few days,
Back for a few days...

Merely lived
Meets no end
Whispers of self
Heard or not?

How do I call it?

One of those days...they say,
for those moments that linger
in the backyards of the heart...


Much to the dismay
often administer awe and yielding remorse…


Overly emphasized
the perceptions
stood around like a uncouth landlord!


No recourse; unseen reflections
Of the fragile future
Dissuaded by meagre hopes
I walked in my lands
Where no lords existed…


Privileged and prudent
The stroll surrounded by the thorns
Of idiosyncrasies
Self interrogated its validity!

Thoughts… why just for us?
I wondered what the souls unseen
To the kingdom of animals
Would lurk upon…

Why these shades and why questions?
What lasts and what vanishes….?
Negating my optimism,
Wrinkles of time
Dissolved into itself....


My questions embedded
in me
yet as an adversary
Rolled me in and out


Are these vicinities just me?
As I stroll
As I stumble
As I envisage....


How do I call it?