Today

Today I want to smile less,
Something I have breathed in tells me,
Today I should smile less;
Today I feel quiet and calm,
Today has come again.

Some excitement has left me,
I am not dull,
I am silent, listening to my breathes,
Looking at things,
So many things;
All quiet and calm,
Just like my today.

And now the today is yesterday,
And I know the today will come again tomorrow..

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Dead Heart

There was no honey when I reached,

Just a little reminder of its smell,

There were no fair promises,

But filthy truths and bare wounds,

Wounds covered with only air,

A foul and false air,

I found it easier to live,

To sleep beside a silent beast,

A beast behind his blood.

Only behind his blood.

He was clown in expensive attires,

A gentleman who didn’t know what gentle meant,

No anger, fiery boiling blood,

Just cold icy feet and sweaty hands,

A little laugh, when on the peak.

When I started living double,

Laughing double,

Raw and virgin, used and forgotten,

Nothing but taken to the dead heart.

Appeal

When I wanted to write you,

Works at hand were plenty,

And you invaded them but hopelessly;

The bitten thumb nail,

Irregular near the middle,

Catches my eye and fixes my thought,

On the thoughts flowing in sweety dream,

Day dreaming I do in day, 

And in evening and before I sleep,

For that is where I find you,

Playing in my absence with looks

That will steal.
No more stealthy kisses,

No more discreet fondling,

No more hiding hearts, inside the little jewellery box,

Come face to face and tell the world,

Where your sweet heart’s name is printed,

On the cover of flesh, that is called mortal heart,

Where a black colourful sign shines,

Show me at least, if not the sign,

But the watery eyes.

Before Death Arrives..

My mind’s not empty,

Nor is it filled of you,

But of barks of tiredness

Between, a few flowers

Of real happiness lie;

Even though I speak not,

Even though I do not hear,

My mind echoes in talks 

Of mere young problems;

Even through crowd.

It is a busy city of noises,

Imaginations and more,

Fights at all squares,

Among people of same land,

And water, and air.

It tries to wear a hide,

Tight enough to cease

The pain, these echoes give;

And lie in utter peace, once,

Before death arrives.


Asleep

In the silent, late midnight,

From noises of far air,

To stable frames on the wall,

From little presence of the world,

To the vast warmth of my blanket,

From my light eyelashes,

To my aching neck back,

Everything I dismiss,

Everything shall we devoid of me;

But you must come swimming

Into my dreams,

When I fall easy asleep.