Never been flinched by a feeling of perish,
craving only for memories to cherish.
When esteemed words change their
dimensions. only circumstances carve their executions.
Who thought being negative,
would be every pounding heart’s motive.
Now prayer is only for life; not for salt,
an invisible evil brings the hustle to halt.
Normal is the distancing from a pretentious neighbour.
Possible is mankind’s break from labour.
No longer on keypads; stuck are the eyes,
siblings are talking to faces; where the fun lies.
End is the time of crystals and gowns,
mighty world gasping at Nature’s frown.
Where did we go wrong in our land?
the air we live for; masked by our own hand.
In the dark of the night, coping with the absence of light.
Wishing for a future so bright,
too faint to sleep tight.
Don’t feel the way,
as the world wants me to sway.
Try to swim along a still bay,
‘All in vain’, a common say.
Sore from the expectation, shuffling pages for cooperation.
Anxiety, the inevitable manifestation,
of some vile fulfilling obligation.
Have I forgotten to smell the flowers?
while my self obsessed curiosity wildly glowers.
Do I still see the sky in blue?
or paint my faint memories with glue.
Will the withered leaves ever become a giver?
or do I have to breathe in ashes of some dead river?
The beauty of a mildly blossomed landscape,
has long made it’s screeching escape.
The lost nature has made it’s atonement,
for the crime of providing such generous enjoyment.
See, stop, stare, isn’t he cute?
when you meet him, don’t be a mute.
Your shy body might be the reason,
fling in the air might be off-season.
The time with her, don’t miss out a moment,
After every blush, leave in a comment.
Kiss in the rain, lips so precious,
Some untold love, it’s beauty so luscious.
Stabbed in the future, by repercussions,
All that finesse, the dexterity, the self-catering charity,
Fall prey to the misfortune of coincidental feats,
Fading away from within, the present second, a fogged clarity.
Consenting hopes never suffice,
a delicate soul’s demise.
That world you always mapped,
in no air, smirked and snapped.
In all the comfort you receive,
those promises do deceive.
The heart races through obstructions,
broken soul under no construction.
The fiddled mind’s what you have got,
but among all the breathers, you are just a dot.
Sanity drives all insecurities,
when fear overpowers all abilities.
The fear, not of haste or leisure,
but the one of utter failure.
Embarrassment caters to the psycho,
softly touching the corner of our ego.
When all days seem so truly fair,
banestruck, when it’s all just a glare.
Soothing as the sea,
my mind’s a freaking bee.
Tall as the shady tree,
my world on a daunting spree.
These thoughts on a gyrating dance,
bamboozled by the slight glance.
All that is privileged is a chance,
for this baffling emotion, romance.
You are always in a mood of thrill
you have a good capacity of drill.
The essence of your every ruth,
is no lesser than the ultimate truth.
The way you merrily cannot make jokes,
is the same way you impress blokes.
The more you get older,
The more you become bolder.
Rest assured, my security,
above all tasks, your first priority.
In my life, you are the ladder,
because you are my lovely father.
Frustrating as the mind,
depressing as the heart,
suffocating as the soul,
deluding as the reality,
still alive in the eyes….
still awake in the spirit….
still waiting for those dreams….