Some footprints are
Too poetic to be washed away.
Such things.
A bulwark against my reasons-
Enticed in me by the grasp of memories,
Bolstered by these unending longings,
Carried forward by songs and
Reminded by the caress of winds.
Sometimes I wish for
An adamant surge come along,
Give some reasons and
Wash all this limerence away.
Yet!
A part of me that's used to them,
keeps asking me,
Still,
You don't wanna miss the poetry.
Do you?
Some words and instruments
Are making noise.
Now she's gone,
The music, that's all it is.
Wind just seems like
Ageographic disturbance,
The buoyancy in me,
I've lost.
Sun rise and the sun set,
They behold it's nostalgia.
Seems earth is simply rotating like me.
All for nothing.
Now they stink. The memories.
They're but a decayed past.
Their flamboyance is corroded.
I'm blind.
She was like rain.
Now she's gone, I blurt.
Poems are athirst,
And craving for a sign.
It was only a smile,
That got launched from your gentle lips.
I'm afloat.
Took a heavenly ride already.
Taunted the moon, smirked at the sun.
And didn't gave damn for the stars.
Gosh! that smile!
In which abyss you've pushed me?
My heart is astir.
Mind is swirling amidst toneless rhymes.
I'm lost and out of words.
Your smile!
It asks me a poem to set me free.
I'm afraid. If I do, it can get cast in strongly.
As it has now, already!
Where knowledge doesn't matter
And even our folly is a bliss.
Where wisdom is not ruined by
The shackles of words and
Even silence is poetry.
Where the world is not defined
By the right and the wrong
But by very being.
Where vision is not limited by a horizon,
But go beyond,
To embrace every seamless beauty.
Away from the masks of people,
A place where there's good radiance of
Heart filled laughter.
In such a heaven, I wish to wake up
One day, with you, my dear.
I don't know, what I know and
What I don't know.?
Don't know what I'm and
What I'm not.?
Neither what I want to be nor
What not to be.?
Do I have a purpose or
This is one.?
Am I confused?
I don't know.
I simply wonder!
All these are questions or answers themselves.?
It's noun, an adjective,
A verb many a times.
One word-
Innumerable expressions.
A silver bullet to
Move past the troubles.
It has stood by us
During betrayal,
We've embraced it,
To get past our ex.
We. You and I.
Have used it on others,
So have others on us.
Sometimes,
On ourselves over a fuss.
It ain't a superlative,
Yet when prefixed or suffixed,
Gives intensity to
Any expression. Any feeling.
Through it, we do vent our ire,
Also exclaim our happiness.
For decades, it has
Outlived other mighty words,
Other are learnt and forgotten,
This one lingers.
It's versatile usage
Can't be a sheer luck,
The word worth
This praise is 'fuck'.
Like a song from a distant land,
With the familiar evening winds,
You come, stir my thoughts,
Just to go again.
No signs, no whispers, no words.
Your silence is all I have.
My loneliness weaves it with words;
And that's my poetry.
A bad man, a good man.
Who decides reason?
A wrong deed, a good deed.
Who defines destiny?
He's theist, me atheist.
Does it matter?
I'm smart, she's dumb.
Really?
World isn't black and white.
Colourful it is.
Reality is our perceived illusion.
World is beyond our calculations.
We're prisoners of our thoughts,
Our lives are beyond all rationality.
Painting by- SUMALATA SONAVANE
We're men,
Running from the life's truth,
In search of a convincing lie.
Busy, wasting time to earn,
Again spending it to waste time.
How we live?
Revolving around consumerist ethos,
Doomed in convincing ourselves this lie,
When we already know what's the truth.
And finally, here we're
Obsessed with future,
Regretting wrecked past
While present is in crisis.
