From Somnolence to serenity

When I needed the darkness
When I needed solitude
You crooned me into depts of somnolence...

You saw me haste in that space
You saw me fetch things...
Ending up just clutching the air...
You heard my shreiks,
The ones that the silence ate up...

Then taming me,
Extricating me from self harm,
You brought me close to the moon
Showing to me the silvery shimmer
Of a ball of light glowing every corner!

Darkness had I thought,
Was the end to my crave...
But you took me out of those blood-curdling caves...
Soothing me with a gentle bliss
Escorting me to this paradise...
You relaxed me with the moonlight's kiss!

And here am I
Travelled long from the hasty somnolence
To this serenity... so calm..
Untouched... unharmed!

You will be there...

If I lose you tonight
I would not drop a tear off my eye...
Because I believe that
Whatever the times maybe
You will be back... Near me!

If I lose you tonight
And you won't even look back for a last smile
And you won't
Open your eyes to see if I am alright...

I won't break,
For I know that a droplet by then was on it's stake
And you don't want to let me drown in that depth!
So, you hid that in your eyelids right away!

I know ... You would come back soon
I know... You would hug me tight
And wipe this tear off my eye
So, I won't cry
If I lost you tonight!

But ....
What if you don't turn back???
What if....

Tears of seperation

He saw himself crying, in the mirror
And he shattered into finer pieces...

He went to his room with a hope
For a passionate hug and kiss on the head!
But all around were things lying dead!

He searched for a hand
In that shirt, hung on the stand
But all he found was a lifeless sleeve!

He craved for words of love
In the letter for seperation!
Then found himself deeper into dejection!

Tired was he, of the wait,
Broken was he like a fallen glass vase...

And when he saw himself in the mirror, Dead and crying,
And no one stood behind him to save his soul from dying,
He broke a little harder... Harder, into finer pieces!

But, soon he stood strong and sharp
Like each of those fine glass pieces! 
Unbreakable...
For he was a man of a tough fate!
Tougher he would last... Tougher than today!

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The broken brink

A glass, once broken at the brink
Can no longer serve a drink...
They say!!!
Broken ... And gone forever!!

But he, the man with a broken brink
Cursing himself in remorseful limns
Uttered his lonely shivers in ink!

But all those words just cut him deeper
Bruised and shattered the unharmed parts...
Making his soul even weaker!

So, he hastily collected all pieces
Whispering self pampering verses
To the blank paper pieces!
But his glass like past
Hurt him again... While collecting those pieces of glass!

And so he melted oneself into unity
No brim... No glass...
A single soul!
Away from all hurt and darkness of the past.

And hence, I limn
The story of how a pen,
Mended his master's broken brink!

My friend,
The broken brink might not serve your drink
But it is strong enough to make up for the crown of a king!

What if I say...

What if I say I want to be lost
Nowhere else but in your arms
Counting the beats of your heart!
My arms around your waist
And yours covering mine...
And then blessings to your girl you recite
Still and silent...
With muted words and purity inside!

And together we feel...
The oneness within our boundless love
The oneness beyond infinity!!!
Free... Within the cages of purity!

What if I say
I want you to be around me
I want you to hold my hand
And then
You and me... Say nothing at all
But at the skies we gaze...
Connecting heart to heart!
Taming each others fears
Curing each others scars!!!
Knotting together the broken theads that gave pain
And unbolting those handcuffs... Breaking those chains!

What if I said, all this in your name I would swear?
Would that be enough to bring you here?

We ... Defining a world of two

From dusk to the breaking dawn,
He and I have shared an intense bond

Upon me peaceful smiles does he bestow
And unconditionally my tears does he own!
Sinking them in his whitish skin
Whenever to my eyes they akin!

My silliness does he adore
On my undone beats does he dance and flow
From sunken infinities of the skies...
To his brightly-shadowed cloudy robe!!!

And all this time...
We have said.. But we never spoke
Solitude and the dark
Has telepathied and synchronised
The said-unsaid feelings hidden our hearts' core!

Yes today we lay
Far away from togetherness...
But two united souls are we
Partners in an accompanied-solitude are we!

And a world of two we quote!
Me... Here on this land
His dreamer... His counterpart!!
And he... The moon... High up there
My night time story... My all time delight!

Were you there?

When I walked the roads alone in the moonlight
I know you have been there by my side
Listening to the muted secrets of the night
Hand in hand ... under the moonlight!

It is when my words went dumb
And my eyes were so numb

To you my heartbeat did sing
All my regrets and unsaid sins

You kept still... did not speak
Just synchronised your footsteps with my heartbeats

It made me feel like you could relate
It made me feel like you did try to soothe my hearts' haste!

And when the highs all vanished
And they tear removed its illusionary blemish 
Still nothing could I see
Niether the water... nor the pains!
Niether my soul ... nor you!

Were you there... ever?

The MAN!

They say he is a MAN
For he has never had a tear in his eye!
His tremendous esteem never let him cry
Yes he is a MAN they say!

It is true that he did not cry
When he tipped and hurt himself by a brick!
It is true that he did not cry
When his favourite car fell into the ditch!

And when he fell too hard in love
And his heart broke ... to the world he did not cry!
On seeing her beloved flow tears of seperation
His heart did not fill his eye!

From her little daughters' first smile
A tear did not happily approach his eye
To the time when
He saw his child go far away .... miles and   miles ...
He still had those eyes dry ...

Fake... false... these are all lies!
To him it is merely an imposed attire...
The room he entered with a lush of pride
Was filled with regrets and mourns inside!

No I say
He never was a real man!
He was just a piece of iron or steel
Which only to his master flame did melt
In darkness... the companion of his dread!

Real men do cry
They express ...
Their eyes do they never hide
Within the muted darkness of the night!
Yes real MEN do cry!