Rights!

It fluttered in me for a while,

To move and swim - and made me smile

Now I see, it bulging here

You are mine, my rights - I fear!

O my life! Germinating through,

How to make you mine? I have no clue

Dreams wonder in my sullen nights

I toss and turn to seek my rights!

 

My mind wonders in nights of calm

To hold your rights in thy eager palm

You don't say a word, even then

Do my thoughts make you sane?

 

Waiting now to see that face

To converse with me, till I daze

Give me rights, for you're mine

I promise though, I won't cross my line

 

You are my prayers in bustle and din

Prepared I am to lean in

For rights so dear, I must not share

With none other, only you I care!

 

'lore, My fluent route

Hope! I see you in wings

Fleeting and Flying in diurnal things

You remind me of brazen sun

Burning my words for intended pun

O sweetest 'lore! When will I be

I fight my war only for thee

I stand today in a strange land

Wearing my skin out to flee

Dearest Wild Nights! In thickets and din

Futile these days, no memories to pin

My compass has broke and direction lost

Strayed in maze! What'll it cost?

'Lore I see, you stand still there

With silent paths, speech so fair

I know not words, my reason broke

Wait for time in futile stroke

I am nobody - a speck lost in 'lore

You - in labor and leisure, I ask

Burn thy sense with sword galore

I live not here, an abode of lees

Tantrums

 

 

Midnight tears brew and fall,

I saw the night growing tall and tall,

A beating heart by your side,

Keeps on beating till it lied.

One drop and another, yet they crawl,

With no future, and forbidden pause,

It keeps on coming with bouts of pain.

With wounds of quietness, it sustains.

 

Came some light, through the curtain's side

Change my side, from left to a silent right,

Cold I felt, the narrations that I've dealt

In my deep seated eyes

 

Long, a prolong pause

Still, slept I not because

The midnight tears did flow

This night is slow, very slow

Wonder!

Of distances, I wasnt concerned until yesterday. This soul, right beside me, looked outside, pouted several times, listened to his lingering sighs, and didnt pronounce a word. One can breathe with another person all life, yet can defer living with.

Of decision, I never mulled on until last afternoon. Ra had uttered "safe moves." I remained benumbed as how to pin down the exactness of this term "safety." Three dimensions, I can correctly pen: Body, Soul, and Spiritual. Soul and Spirituality quite complement the other, and sans them "body" doesnt own a value.

Safe! how safe I am ? A fear held me, from dawn to dusk, safe - hiding ... some where I am safe.
I reason the measured ounces of safety, yet I am unconvinced.

Every touch and droplets of words stand a value when it is coated with expectations. Some of the silences scoops your soul out, its painful - as if being clawed. An interia mounts in soul, it becomes lazy, and the face right in front gets hazed.

Of goodbyes, I had taken my eyes of. As if some more time, some more questions lingering in my eyes, some of neglect, some more time.

I wonder! What silences speak to me
Of what I can or cannot see
I wonder! If only you speak a word
And still I can remain unheard

 

Kb - "I Don't Know"

A plain question, I asked
Where do I stand?
There he brightly basked
Looked, in surprise
I perplexed, wherein his answer lies

A plain question, I penned
Words I scribbled without an end
He creased his wishes
No feelings did he send

Of creativity, I say
This russet evening today
I penned down long
Lingering expression juxtopposed stand
Hurting limbs, denying utterances
Stubborn enough to leave my hand

Do you feel?
For the feelings, I seal
I feel so lo'
Still, you ponder and say
"I don't know"

HURT

Hurt me enough, so I never turn back

Hurt me more, so I learn what I lack

 

Never enough my learnings end

Hurt me deep, so I cant even bend

 

Never forgive that I took you to gale

Wound me most, to drown my sail

 

Silences to your Shores

I.

Ink pen and exact paper structures
And I pen you in them
Like ellipses of purple foment
Where I seek you in my train of thoughts
You keep coming, never settling as lees

And when I murmur redundant poems
Patiently enough, you wrestle with my words
The flavors of your emotions transcends
My succulent sins of time

I have commenced life in you - long
Cupping a face that never answers
What you decipher?
I wait and listen your unuttered metaphors

My time always tappers
And the mundane follows
And I leave you incomplete
Mothering my limits in agony
Surreptitiously, I have a piece of you in me

II.

Mostly touched by your silences
I derive my tampering from the half-spoken words
Those eyes that can hide
My thousand screams in surrender

Your frolic takes period ‘way from me
Keeping my half pauses of tranquility alive
Smoothened by your melted vanilla
I usher your tenderness in my creation