Disappear !


Disappearing into thin air
feels just about right
wanting a chance to eat
warm bread just out of the oven
and drinking the warmest cup
of my comfort coffee
and just melt away in the embrace
of the stars and the sky grey

to fly and reach the land of my dream
in the womb of care and warmth
love and understanding
where just by the look of an eye
all the pain just melts away
where words are not spoken
but emotions are valued.

to run away from all the drama
and half broken feelings
to not correct others for their
non existant flaws
that are really of my own
personal balled up feelings.

I just want to disappear
from the ocean of my held back tears
from this fake shield of fearlessness
and multitudes of plastic smiles
where insecurities and reality
are seen and appreciated
with the naked eye and naked heart.

Yes, I just want to disappear
disappearing in the thin air
seems just about right


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Winter teardrop !


A spark in her eye
shining like glitter
a winter teardrop heavy
with the weight
as vast as an ocean.

The winter teardrop
does not fall yet
waits in the time’s grasp
but it could hold
only tangible

it falls
inevitably, slowly
to the ground
with every inch
the fierce fire
of the winter teardrop
in her eyes grows
goes to the ground
without making any sound
meeting the cold earth
lost into the dust and dirt


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Bridge !


The evening sun
shadowed by the captivated bird
slowly setting across the ocean
which the buoyant river
dreaming to finally meet

Oh! the bridge
that we climbed together many times
witnessing the waves flowing
and also the calm of the ocean
tiny twinkles of conversation
and also the sweet silence

Ah! my dear
I could hear the broken bird call
that once was wild and upbeat
which the years turned into echo
pale and clueless
scared and blank
boneless is the bird’s flight
in the chill of a winter morning

The rain falls to a guilty rhythm
smearing the dust ridden ground
the sound no more is music
the odour not a petrichor anymore
just pebbles embedded
haphazardly on earth
no more making a way

reflecting on you, my bird
I again walk this bridge
touching the air no one can see
smelling the fragrance around me
one step at a time
on the pebbles put across
learning again to be me


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Welled !

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Millions of pieces of severed heart
in the aftermath of several heartbreaks
delicately carried under
this moonlit sky
blanketed under beautifully crafted
deceitful smiles
carrying an ocean of pain
in those dew dropped
eyes welled with unshed tears


Fond adieu !


Goodbyes are painful
but the most painful are
the ones that remain unsaid,
and never explained
the deceptive eyes can hide the pain
the laughter can hide the tears
but the heart holds the pain dear,
for the memories carried
are too precious to be shared
with a soul other
for the hope is too dangerous
for it makes but breaks as well.


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Being fine !


She said she was fine
the sentence that had become
a default setting in her brain
letting her oblivious to reality

but no one is really fine
in the dark
speaking to the voices
in their head
fighting the demons
haunting them
all on their own
and crying to themselves
all through the night,
getting ready to face the light,

no one is fine in the light
with only themselves in sight.


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A visit !

it visited me again tonight
slowly creeping in
making way 
to amplify
the darkest hole in my heart
enlarging that never filling void.
the loneliness it is
entering uninvited
in those hours
when the night sleeps
and the sound of crickets
is the only comfort
it grows, with days passing
and nights coming
and with every passing night
i’m a day further away
from everything, from everyone

Mystery !

Strange are the ways of life
takes you on a road strange
where you pave the way, you can’t see
carving out your path 
as much with petals of rose
as much with thorns,
where comes a point, 
pretending as if not feeling the pricks of fear
becomes the only choice
you feed your brain with
as if that burning fire inside your chest
is not killing you in those profound ways
even when the smoke begins to choke you
you just keep on walking through this heaviness
even when the alley ahead is clouded with fog
and the vision is anything but clear
you are expected to see the dazzle in it
as if you are standing strong as a concrete wall
when inside you are falling into pieces 
just like a deck of cards

Dream !


But you know
there are many words
that I want to say to you
that will remain between
my lips, stitched,
like the water in the vast ocean
just touches the shore
gently and then recedes.

But may be in the faded light
of the faint moonlit sky
as you sleep to the sound
of peaceful night
I will whisper those words
in your ear
which you can’t hear
but may be
I will dream of you
dreaming those words.