Guilt

Am guilty,
Here, I stand all alone
Feeling cold blood in bone

Am guilty,
Even when tied by fate
Still ranting in a fateless debate

Am guilty,
Of breaking the perfect
Taking us in a storm of stake

Am guilty,
For failing your alphabets
For turning pawn to rational baits

Am guilty,
For speaking that might not have been spoken
For denying my apostle’s token

Am guilty,
For death, for denial, for silence
Mulling on the hence

Am guilty, guilty, guilty
The courtroom stood
In no mood
To hear me cry
They took a sigh
They said: am guilty
In denying the decree
In the eyes of law
I stood as flaw
So, here I stand
In your hand
Saying
Am guilty!

"My Last Pause ...

Who understood the fault

Until lives cried in halt

Where,

Forlorn moments climbed in silent toe

Nostalgia arranged itself in row

Eventhough,

her warmth summons me

But, my ego neglects her identity

I repent,

still, my mind is sugared by evil

I ask,

Was this knot so feeble?

At eighty, still I think of her

The stop that took her so far

The contrite that eats me today

could have faded and

brought a stroke of may

Now, both tears and smiles dry

Competence of age summons to try

           








S-t-a-y

There it spoke something -
Short, yet vague within
Angled it stood to be taken,
Some letters grasped, some forsaken.
Waited quietly on your glass pane -
Voicing silently our alphabets in vain
Some songs are yet to be sung,
Other poems slept clung.

From a corner of your eye,
You heard some noise as it try,
To break the silence of a mind
To gather language from behind.
The paper fluttered once more -
Painting contours of your sore,
As lights went lo’
Drifting and slow.

Holding it on,
You sat rocking for long
Time kept counting your moves
Skipping memoirs that disapproves.
Knocking answers grew wild
Some subdued, yet none mild.

Hold me new
Make me old
Cover me warm
In every fold
Now we laugh
Then we cry
What’ll happen?
If we stop our try
In all your forms
In every way
I feel like saying
Will you stay?

SHADES

 This time is like your silhouette,
 Following me through the stairs;
 That time heaved random traits,
 Gathering footsteps in a form.

This time is rowing heavily,

Holding spaces yet to be brimmed;

That time overflowed with fulfillness,

Stealing letters to encrypt reform.

 This time its all empty,
 Veiling lull and hush -
 That time you held music,
 In your quiet thoughts and palms.

This time you stand in seclusion,

Testing me through time;

That time I brought my elipses,

Burying my being in your sigh.

This time my voice rests,
Dying in every word’s birth.
That time you voiced,
What  I now call my mind!