Relief

a few drops are enough for me

to alleviate what is dense and heavy,

to split my burden and anguishes,

to show that i am not that realistic,

to echo the pain,

to enclose the memoir of our poignant end.

poetry day

Poetry for me is lettering thoughts on water
And embellishing the drops on the leaf of life.

Soul of Poet

When my eyes are closed,
I am in a different world.
When eyes are wide open,
I am at a different world.
The two worlds are apart yet connected.
Being the thread of there connection,
My heart and mind govern these worlds,
And soul serves as a slave.

Dumb Perceiver

Like a stone I stand and see
And then see some more.
But always aloof or hiding the reflex.
Gray is the life as the guise.
Unheard, unseen but still a part,
Inside the arduous crust beats my heart.
Unusual reality of lone part.

Camouflaged Desire

HOLD MY HANDS AND TELL ME
THAT THINGS WILL BE FINE
YOUR SILENT PRESENCE
WILL APPEASE MY SOUL

WANT YOU TO WHISPER THAT
HAPPINESS WON'T LAST THIS VERY MOMENT
THAT THESE VOIDS OF REALITY
WILL BE FILLED WITH DREAMS

THAT ONLY IN YOUR ARMS I KNOW
PAIN WILL CEASE
AND IN YOUR EYES
MY WORLD WILL BE JUST ALRIGHT.

Inside Out

im getting bored of this face,
like an old weary case.
the mirror accepting no bribe,
as if i was the ugliest alive tribe.

playing with mind,shallow it makes you;
beautiful brains was dished out to few.
apprehensive about what to wear,
should i cover the face or the fear.

manipulation with heart and mind,
keeping expectations behind.
beware of the beautiful rind,
as it won't be always kind.

what we have,what we want
are two different things.
love yourself for what you are,
open up the golden wings.

Smoke

Lit the cigarette of life
Look at both the sides
Dull and bright

Draw in the dim
And spark out the shine
Let neck feel the tine

Crushing the dead
Smoking the rain
Life is pretty insane.