Spilled

moment to moment this differs.   walk through the jungle words waver speaking is everything through souls it seems silence is not similar   moment to moment it differs   stars that twinkle in the eyes of the other energies are exchanged everything wavers but is meaningless in future   moment to moment it differs…

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mountains

it brought me back to life,  all those years before that are all numb and grey.  the kind of grey reminds,  of the dust,  an erased pencil,  trying to clean, stains of lead. Sitting in that shikara, floating on the water, of the dal,  in the city of Kashmir,  faded away through years. the feeling…

a pause

Some people you meet,  give you that possibility of positivity and vise versa.  It is on those evenings,  when you are not around,  I want you to be there.  On those long nights,  strolling through the park,  planning days and nights.  I want you to be around.  Love,  The abundance to shower upon, Because that's…

Weekends

the lights go dimmer day by day,  as the night takes its place,  amongst the Sundays,  a schedule commences.  we don't know where we belong,  searching for another soul that's lost,  find a way together,  help each other evolve.  hello again,  we came across, finding time to cherish what's gone,  losing what's in hand.  Loosen…

It’s been a long time

dear diary,  I write to you again, today after all these years or so,  i don't remember our last meeting.  I was torn along with you,  I write to you, today with the fear and anxiety filled within, you won't judge me by my words the feelings won't just sway, away I am scared to…

PLANS

I couldn't, I couldn't  write a better poem understand a sonnet  mention them in any pieces or places I took utmost care  I couldn't, I couldn't  hand them their gifts ran away right swift didn't mean to be an empty casket  I couldn't, I couldn't  keep the promises I made keep a close net through…

Rave

Sitting by the window day after day at this lonely hour smoking a joint or two everyday  when the rains fade away with the reality  the promises the only thought better I expect and drain myself  minute after minute hours and hours pass not a single ray of hope ajar  Writing these words  can be…

Seek

Churned up about my existence, I made a nice breakfast for myself when I sat at my window. Thinking about this place I live in I recalled my mother's words this doesn't feel like home now, it never was. Home was two blocks away, when we shifted to this place, it was always his place,…