The Silent Chinar

Beneath the burnt Chinar leaves
the blood has dried up,
a carpet of dark brown
has soaked the dark earth

A frozen emotion, flows
like a poisoned river in its veins

Shriveled and helpless
stands the martyr of history

A frail witness to the fury
and vicissitudes of time
and people

Hiding the scars inflicted,
its sorrowwithin the hollowness inside

The benevolent shade, tries to spread
to the field of yellow white flowers
where the wasted stars of the night
lay buried below

Lost World

The debris of a dream lies scattered,
buried beneath an unlived life;
The doors of death left ajar,
we live condemned to heaven:
The silence here is wounded,
and humanity has deceased;
Beliefs have fossilized,
shadow of the grave is immortal;
The darkness of truth here,
shrouds a destitute hope;
In the haunted night,
drowned lies my beautiful vale

Eternity

Every moment we live is transitory. They are born to die, to be cast away into an unknown and unfathomable abyss. Yet some moments leave a residue. They continue to live and exist in our memory, our soul. We relish them and go back to them again and again till they seep and breathe life into every pore of our existence. Like fantasies they heal us. They are our treasures, our eternal songs. And yet they are ephemeral. But then so are we�

Wishes

..a small little place in some unnoticed corner; the few words you left unspoken; those pages you tore away with unwritten thoughts; the unlived half dreams; feelings you always cloaked; the colour of your smile; some quiet moments in your album; that solitary walk to the past; the drop of tear that glistened in the dark; that glance before you turned to go, forever; your name on my epitaph; and the scarf you wore that day...

Craving

ah..
the ache of an unspoken emotion
the invincible desires
the solitude of a lonely night
the silence of longing
the uncertain promises
the searching eyes
the smudged words
the restless wait
the acquaintance of hope
ah..
the stigma of love

Hatred

The strongest and the worst hatred that one can feel is the towards one's own self. It is not possible to supress or erase what hides inside you. The poison inside is stronger than you ever would believe it to be. You try to cleanise,you cry, you weep, the churn inside the intestines gets worse. But everytime you fail, everytime the poison proves stronger. You lose one more battle, you lose yourself

Silence

Silence - the unfathomable, invisible, deep ocean within me. Unseen, unknown, inseprable, my scattered soul has dissolved into you. It is the repository of unsaid words, stories, journeys, emotion that were ever born inside me. In your womb lay hidden the tiniest of dreams, hopes, ambitions that I have ever lived. I bring my soul to you, to drown, to hide into your solitude. To untie. To release. To Exist.