Estranged!!

I feel estranged

i am lowering down

as i resolve to ponder upon

I do not feel you certainly

But i cry

I even do not know why do I

you are there and still not there

I wish to speak, my heart sinks

the soul is clutched

by some unseen force

I beg to feel free

The ringing I hear

Are they your wedding bells?

Or am I delusional?

The magic happens

I heard it right

but not meant for me

it is for you and everybody

I am not the god's child

I feel so bad

But I am helpless

You call it the play of life?

Clock

A soft terrain of muddy grass

in dying hue of the evening

Its wet texture, softening

enters the ground deeper

reaching the breath too

as if dew to dull limbs

It stretches forth

falls back at times

moves forth again

A hopeful pendulum but mortal clock

of these countable years

shading the memories darker

The lullaby the mother sang

in the days gone by

until the winter mornings

her shivering self

comforting the daughter in warm quilt

Songs of the night so warm

Mother lays mercilessly

on this muddy grass

though a soft terrain

shivering again till the winter morning

lays cold to death

the daughter, who cannot be seen

A harsh domain of the mad world

In oblivion, in illusion

Soft appearing, but stubborn

enters no heart

reaching no breath

As if a scented dead limb..

Forgotten..

Dawn has forgotten

forgotten its dew and mist

Leaves remain dry on that chest

telling us a new story

Fore is ended

Past is err

The life has suspended

suspended its shift

Rising sun has forgotten

forgotten its charm

Redness of the rose

it’s gone in the blues

The humane has fallen

fallen apart

Midst the ocean

the way is lost

The dead is speaking

but living muteness

Dreads of the gone

fears of existence

Dawn has forgotten

forgotten its dew and mist

Leaves remain dry on that chest

telling us a new story…

Falling Petals...

The falling petals of the rose
The tinge of pink that glows
The fragrant part
It touches the heart


I walk about its bush
In my memories you stay
Your thought arrives without a push
Never knew I'll walk this way

The roses you gave
I saved them all
Then you were naive
I knew it all


Those roses now bring
you to me
You gripping my hand
Walking on the rose land


Not just a flower, not just beautiful
It was a magic you had done
Not just something superficial
It was comparative to none




The falling petals of the rose
The tinge of pink that glows
The fragrant part
It touches the heart..