October

Let the stars
yearn tonight
and moon ,scream louder.
Blame not the azure sky,
October has passed away.

Bewrayed

Ravaged sentience,
quiescent eyes
cloistered soul
all grew me up
when You bewrayed.

Borrowed

These breathes ,
i have borrowed
from yesterday
and, if I may,
i would borrow
an ounce of pain,
a bucket of tears,
and some emptiness
to paint my nights
with hues of dark.

Except

Blue moon,
pink sky,
green rose,
all I have
except
you and love.

Sold

My flute plays with
the pitches of
You,Love
Shadow,Pain
Sigh! It could know,
I have sold my feel at thee.

Inebriate

These scars itch, bleed
when wind wraps a tone of you.
These nights now never fall short
to hold you in me
as I have enough darkness
to let me get drunk.

Deal

I had a deal
with the rain,
It'll refract the sun
only in "Red"

And---
in promise
You wont
shed my joys
from your eyes.
--
---
----
I'll drip the sepals
in crimson red
before "YoU" palm
my bare words up
being withered
at the Dusk.

In-sane

Sedimentation
is not a mere process.
Wrecked mountain lays numb
and---
gravity does the rest...

Why would who impugn?
You show me two fingers
I ll pick the one...

A fistful destiny can't
make me "Your's"

As...
I want to believe
I am
I N S A N E

Paroxysmal

Transmuting my
eternal obsessions,
the dusk has polarized
my aberrant move
upto a "Sweet Pain"
called "YoU" .

Mute Rhapsody

Each the time "U" come
snivelling to me,
"I" stay calm eluding away
from your eyes.
The agony disperse
over the scorched heart.
Few rains are unexpected !
And "YoU" guess the right
always, as before
and
start Loving
those "Beguiling Eyes"
again.

White roses

Even
“YoUr” heaven is a
part of my hell
and---
“YoU” , not the whole
any more…
I have promised the dusk,
I wont ask for that forbidden “Red”.
You may deny those white roses
Of not being
“YoUrs”.

Depots

When darkness falls,
Solitude enshrouds my little abode,
YoU brim out of
my heart.

Dredging it all up, i stay mused---
bemusingly.

The pretences of the past,
hunts me in and within.

Scouring over the cupboard,
I recollect
those photo albums,
folded letters,
and dried flowers
Buried within me, somewhere , I could never reach…

Reflections

A mirror broken,
broken---
abides million.
Shattered, my face
appeared and
splintery, hopes of "Urs"
Wrecked, dreams of "Ours"
"Reflected"---,
and dull it
Shined.

Poetry

Wrecked
"Me",
blended with a tingle of
"YoU"
and resolved wistfully
into melodies of "Our" life.

CaLcuLaTeD

Two pages of "YoU"
added with two letters of "Me"
to dilute till "Saturation"

And---
One season of rain got subtracted
to nurture the eternal yearnings within .

Two pieces of dreams, stolen
from a glance of "Ur" eyes ,
result obtained
is a night shortened
to hold you upto
"Completeness"
along the lines "YoU"
are addressed invisibly.

(---)

Words, draping each chapters
of pains, ensconcing deep deep
beneath my heart where
i have buried your memories
before your betrayal could
obliterate my hovered
desideratum.

Vagabond

A
Vagabond
is never addressed
to the eyes known.
He steps,
emptiness diffuses.
and blabs ,
pains ripple.

Ghazal

When
Silence resonates
in my murky Island,
Often it rains there on the streets,

The grasshopper sings,
trickling the rain drops too.

and I hum again the
Ghazals of my pain and pleasure.

Obsession

This night, so alone!
Sobs within its ire
could it know,
it holds a void of
"Isolation"
and "I" to fill that
void with full of
"YoU"

Dusk

Each grain of darkness
beckons me
to come out of your curbed looks.

Tomorrows dawn;
a new chapter to my sin

and
"YoU"
ahh...
bruised again!
Seeing the

Red-Dusk Alive.

Aberration

Two feet of land in front of me,
two ways diverged.
One is upto
the heaven of perdition
and
the other, upto
the hell of joy

Snuff

Succumbed
by the noose
you put,
that black snuff
is yet cleaving
down, awaiting you
to fill its eternal emptiness.

Abhorrence

Two
drops of rain had
changed the whole view
through the wet windowpane.
Won’t it be enough for me to
be purged out of the abhorrence
of "Ur" accusing eyes
after a teary bath?

Kiss

Untill
"YoU''
appeased the
desiccated kloof of my desire,
I was never knowing
even one "KISS"
would cost
so!!!

The last kafkaesque

When
that last
"YoU"
collapsed over my trust,
it resonated upto the hades.

All conflicting polarization
never lasts bare,
often one takes the final upshot.

I was there with you to fill upto the last breathe
and remained unnoticed.

This inane heart had its last murmur,
of the last blessings you left,

"GO TO HELL".

Definitions

I
have
my own definitions
about you and rest of the world,
those least agree
with the way
they define us.

A moony shower

When
the moon was
landing over the highway
in a calm cold night,
she had come to have her bath
in my solitude.

Closure

Me- The sun of the early dawn.
You- The calm river.
Out come- colorful happiness, reflected all around.

Cross

I follow
the mirage
of your arrival
at the cross, where
your trails meet with
my hopeless eyes.

Redemption

I define a redemption
rear to a mask,
I wear
to hide you from the eyes
of my own.

Forbidden fruit

I
have
taken that
forbidden fruit,
to come out of the
dead life
and your
alive memories.

Two cascades

Two
cascades;
incessant upon
my dry cheeks,
keeping me drenched ever
with you and without you too.

Cactus

You
may come one day
to bear the thorns of my sins
on your soft palms
and me, to satiate your thirsty soul again.

Incomplete

No temples
in sand, persist
the waves for the next
and
you can not leave me
in a lurch
when my words will yearn
for completeness...

Me

Evoked
within my island of
pain and pleasure,
i sing , i cry
And wait
for a storm to break me apart
and
rain to fix me up again.

Spectre

The
spectre
too has a
perforated heart
against all fantasy
to see you avowed
at its love.

Surd

I
had
promised
not to cry
but
tears did never listen.

Stray petals

As
memories
flood over the mind
and
my hermitage slumbers deep ,
“YoU”
sink there
within the unplugged lines
to reunite the
stray petals of my heart.

Offering

Picking the odd one out,
you proved the uniqueness
of your fingers.

My exile within the censures
of your silence
will be the last offering
to my benumbed heart.

Rebirth

your closed eyes
rippled my silence,
your tears
erased
my impulsions.
me,
at the last phase
of the night;
the next dawn
would be yours
upon
my still palms.

Undressed

Instinct
----
You, always being a spinner of yarns,
allured me hiding your own feet
and what i followed was none
other than my own shadow.


Inevitably
----------
Inevitability is not
always inevitable to be held on,
upon a time, even all the oceans of the world were
insignificantly saline.

Insanity
---------
One day, You would throw up the sponge
of all the hypothesis being so poor
to make this earth stationary.
I may not toe my line of assumptions
to restrain the happiness
within my own sphere of Insanity


Pardon me of being so ill-bred here and ignore this write to pay me off.[:(]

The (Solitude) of a (Vagabond) (Dream Seller).

Solitude
---------
How long can you
hold your tongue
oh' dear solitude(!)
Sing a song for me.
I am bidding this day,
bidding this night
and fleeing from thee.

Vagabond
---------
Stop me not
hey birds, hey trees;
beyond that see, darkness
is waiting for me.

The dream seller
----------------
You give me a fistful pain,
i shall sell you some dreams;
dreams in red blue green,
which one you need, dear soul?


V@@S...

Butterfly, Reflections and Etcetra...

Butterfly
---------
This "butterfly"
is as naughtier
as like you.
It comes ,
kisses my palms
and flies away.

Reflections
-----------
Reflections seem
so nonoptical, when
its crystalline for my eyes
to transmit through the
'silence' you wear.

Etcetera
---------
stubborn, my words acquit
when ever
i start defining the "YoUness" in me
and hence
an etcetra does the rest.

V@@S...

Tomorrow when you ll wake up-)

Tomorrow when you ll wake up,
you ll find the radio
untuned-upset-mute at a corner,
broken bells of the alarm
laying over the floor;
heart, face crimsoned-clotted,
trickling rain drops
clinging the photo frame
and gradually falling down.
----
Tomorrow when you ll wake up,
you ll find these worn off papers
from the note books (both from the rough and fair)
flying all around
and words,letters falling apart (Some yours-Some mine),
a narrow line of the ants gathering
to dry up the coffee cup (Some you had sipped and the rest i too had)
----
Tomorrow when you ll wake up,
you ll find an eternal emptiness
rolling from this side of the bed to that side
and shadows of the kisses laying numb over the wrinkled blanket.
----
Tomorrow when you ll wake up,
slothfully, holding the pillow tight
you ll bosom that void, a void of my absence
and gently looking through the window
you ll find the last leaf of love
has fallen apart.

Un-named-

The more "YoU" ll hate me,
the most "YoU" ll love
that broken vase,
where i had planted a
-Rose-,
-Love-,
-You-.
----
The more "YoU" ll elude,
the most you ll come nigher
to hold on the darkness
swaying my solitude
back and forth.
----
The more you ll hide
the moments shared,
the most it ll unveil
a pain under you,
a burning scar,
a relationship
that has remained
Unnamed.

V@@S...

Elopement

One day, shedding
all the inhibitions
we ll elope
to a planet
to moor the music
of your silence
with the
rhymes of my soul.

Caravan-Space

Dew-Blood,
Paroles-Impostures
all give the same touch
to my stoic skin.
---
Inorganic; I hold on
a life, so iambic
cached in between
rhymes,words
I defer.
---
Wanderlust(?)!
Yes, I am
as days and nights
are significantly indifferent
within my Caravan-Space.

Rain

This Rain
wont sing for me
as long
these tears
adhere
to YoUR
ruthful eyes.

Lust

"You"
being the inevitable
essence of my beingness,
ample convulsively
as a lust
that blossoms
pink and soft
to sustain
the dew
smoldering over
YoUR
Rosy Lips.

Stores

Now
I am tired of
this emptiness,
mute walls,
table clock
and poetry books,
those; one day
had a store of "YoU"
in a stubborn me.

Yores

Yores!
ahh!
the fervid yores!
this memories allure me to run behind,
chasing the butterflies,
dropping pebbles into the pond
and watching the ripples ruffling;hugging the shores,
searching the missing palettes of the ebon-arc-rainbow,
canescent over the paddy fields,
railing the shadows of the tinctured clouds neath the argent moon
along the lone wood track,
and---
following the flute of an eternal euphony near the horizons,
I wander before the perfumes of the jasmine that beguiles me of (-YoU-)
the night offers me an oddment dark,
i close my eyes,
folded palpebras drape me deep
and i dream of an existence ,
a formlessness,
a dot of a non-dimensional measure!


V@@S...