poems

The Residue

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Time stopped by at my window declaring out loud,

said, I am now rich with a possession I would never own.

Was ideally professed to live, make love, laugh, cry and frown,

until Time decides to be my guest and sit on its cocky throne.

Dusk to dawn; over and over, I hosted a feast of my roasted skin,

pinned to the window, I was torched while Time devoured all.

Incapacitated in the vicious loop, hiding under the light so dim,

yet, the sun leached through my pores numbing every bawl.

I sat connecting every little bright dot straining through the mesh,

running through each vein satiated with freedom thirsty blood.

Embracing some moments of happiness for I was alive and fresh,

while ripped through some that made my deepest desires flood.

Ashen face, scaly skin, hollow bones, the feast had ended for Time,

As I lay down watching the moon light peep with a deep blue hue,

I started counting, one breath, two heartbeats, three stars and a last smile

and there was Time, laughing at the window till it choked over my residue.

Echoes of Reflection

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Her reflection stood amidst the crowd of rainbows passing by,

stuck on the opaque glass; was a mirage hopeful and shy.

Persistent with every crack and shimmer over the years,

was the echoes of pain and giggles that left a smear.

She followed the smear from her broken pieces left as crumbs,

only to get stung with cold that made her feet numb.

There stood a doorway for her to walk into the realm of fantasy,

On the threshold stood an identical soul far from reality.

Beyond the mirror existed an antithetical parallel world,

Of my reflection which was left with disparities that swirled.

Yet, just one touch moulded a portal with a coherent turn,

 To leave echoes of two different souls within a reflection of one.

Doors

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A melody touching giant walls echoed a wrecked symphony,

Striking pointless chords with each fret of stretched pillars.

The roof high enough to linger clouds’ epiphany,

With corners beyond sight sneaking lights that won’t shimmer.

The hall seemed like a landscape with miles to walk,

Yet, the giant boundaries appeared to close in every moment.

Muscles strained looking for doors with every clink of the clock,

Found one with bread crumbs I left; to avoid an inescapable omen.

I crossed twisted broken corridors with countless dark rooms,

Stood one room that hung doors like they were walls.

I brisked my pace to have a quick peek careful not to swoon,

Ironically the rooms of doors felt fresh with no windows to top it all.

Several doors I skipped to count painted from red to brown,

Red seemed familiar to that of an empty hall cursed with inescapable wrath.

A sudden jolt of discernment haunted a thought,

Maybe the doors are here too looking for an unerring path.

Until the bubbles burst

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No one knows how the touch on the skin feels.

Maybe, a cotton ball that rubbed way too many wounds,

Or a layer of film that stored too many memories;

A brief moment of exuberance that mocked many fools.

Blown into numerous crystals of selfless ardour,

that gleams with pulchritude enticing smile.

Locking all the tears leaving no trail to follow,

I fly within those bubbles that never crossed a mile.

Enough to peek through a whole firmament’s luminosity,

is one blow of hope, one blow of desire that once laid to rust.

Cherish it while it brings euphoria of incredible generosity,

For I would only shine to last until the bubbles burst…

Those 5 steps…

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I hold my breath to walk two steps slow,

Trying to feel each soft touch of grass on my sole.

Keep my eyes shut to let my naive mind be alive,

Too scared to skip the dubious whip of life.

I tell myself laughing amusingly,

It will inevitably end someday knowingly.

Yet, I aim to exist and exist to feel,

Two more steps that might get pain with no heal.

Four more steps and the grass feels damp no more,

Feels like a stone cold floor pinching my core.

Clouded with thoughts that my eyes wish to forbid,

To seek a world of freedom that has my life on bid.

I take another step to see what looks like the sun,

Hoping its still shining like a ravishing gold bun.

And something struck a thump on my forehead so hard,

I shrunk my lids to get rid of the numbness jar.

I opened my eyes to a gleaming glass ball,

Gleaming gold but not as gold after all.

I live this dream over and over every night,

To make a hopeful living in a room with 5 steps of life.

Reincarnation

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Evening picture art from a shapely window,

Broken latches clinging with windy guests arrival.

One step at a time walks the new widow,

Pale and fragile, senseless with hopeless revival.

  The moment of frenzy arrived with sorrow,

Wiping the stains on the dress; once was; for wedding ritual.

Visibly numb, chaos in mind, thoughts hollow,

Seconds erasing words, dumb and no more lingual.

Grey suit and cocky smile, nothing to be borrowed,

Past shades of insanity with love blessed and mutual.

Blooming in the veins and chords to the depths of marrow,

Nourishing world’s crime adapted from their ruling manual.

She is vile, appalling yet docile to follow,

Declared the walls that witnessed truth so brutal.

Forgave love for the sweet punishment,

While she sat in her beautiful stained dress, waiting to be reincarnated…

Pillow closet

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I sink my head every night,
With thoughts so heavy to my plight.
A support to every little girl,
It moulds the way I want it to curl.

It lives a slow death with every punch,
Of anger or certainty of desperate longing crush.
It seeps in every tear that hides all day,
And locks the wet secrets until the morning of a new day.

It breathes with me as the lights turn out,
Stores my screams with a deep sunken shout.
It locks away all the secrets that I share,
Would never let the world know I feel so spare.

I know you would never lay an emotional trap,
Because you can store as many thoughts I want to tap.
You were always there for me since my cradle days,
To just keep my secrets in your closet to never remind me of them in anyway.

I won’t drown…

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Holding my breath for long

Time has taken a halt I didn’t need

Cacophony of silence that prevails

Is trying to seek me as I pay no heed…

My sensitive coat feels so heavy

Peeling me down so everyone could see

The load of struggle that I carry within

Pulling me deeper with no land to hold my feet…

I flap my arms to push down the weight

To rise above for the air my mortal frame needs

This second of struggle is longer than I thought

A survival fight against the weakness on which it feeds…

No directions heading to the unknown

Yet, I know I would survive when I reach the brim

Though my vision is blurred with tears

Yet, I won’t drown; to fight until I learn to swim…

My Dumb Lover

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The first time he was the subject of my gaze,

Brought to me by Lord’s special angel.

Filling up the emptiness of the dusks and days,

He looked as sweet as caramel!

Days pass with morning greetings,

Evening walks and lazy days,

Playtimes with pampering licks,

Becoming a dominant member in every way!

Strollers call us “Awww cuuuute…” sometimes in a symphony,

Nonetheless he grabs all the attention whatsoever.

Envy stays a little far but possessive agony,

When he loves them more than me over!

Childishly vengeful, I pamper his alikes,

He shows his hatred by loud yells or quietly stepping aside.

Only to have me pampering him to apologise,

For I know he has a possessive lover inside!

Evening tea times with stressful discussions,

Changed to funny playtime laughters.

He made me a responsible person to value emotions,

The wordless unconditional love he gave to me as an honour!

He is like a baby and will always be,

No matter how old he grows.

He wipes my tears with sloppy kisses,

To bring an unexpected smile stopping the tears that flow!

He is my teacher of love and life as a whole

An angel who uplifted me every time I fell over.

He taught  me so much by speaking no words at all,

I respect him for what he is and will be…

My loving teacher, my dumb lover…

This is for all those little but big teachers gifted as a blissful blessing to every human…

For now, I want to dedicate this poem to all those little dumb lovers I have known in my life…

My lovers : Myo, Rex, Rolf, Sara, Bruno, Rocky, Mishti and all stray babies I have played with till now and my days to come… 🙂

Love you all my Little Dumb Lovers…mmmmwwaahhh!! ^_^

P.S. Some special pictures I could get access to are below 😉

Rolf waking up his lazy master 😛

Rolf with his elder bro Rex —> My Heroes ^_^

Myo was just a month old 😛

My Dumb Lover…

The Flame of Balance

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One rough friction lights a spark,

A spark that later transforms into a flame.

A flame that will fight a prominent dark,

Or suck a smoke up making a life so lame.

A little flame with an epiphany,

A marker of peace or romance.

A big demon of destruction,

Or a message of loss or learning.

The more we burn, the more it sets ablaze,

Being the cautious one is perfect in various ways.

But yet one looses to gain grief; other gains to loose pain,

Undeniable is how the nature runs it’s roll of nights and days.

Grows stronger with time as it breathes,

The tilting or a quaking floor, undisturbed rises up to the sky.

Don’t question every bad that crushes in the time’s wheel,

For every rotation moulds something good that I believe and know…

that it will happen in our lives…