Romance

As the wintry night 

Sets in and the 

Cold seeps in,

To Invade our warmth.

We'll get naked and 

Wear each other,

My love.

Under the refuge

Of love and

Longing of lust.

Let's explore

The universe that

Glows between the

Friction of our skin.

Moving on

The song on loop

Can't hurt me.

A stale thought,

Doesn't dare to

Become a poem.

Evenings affect

Me no more, nor

The long nights

That brooded

Over my sleep.

Ain't no taker of

Melancholia.

Pain is just a 

Perception.

Feelings, a pinch

Of euphoria.

Stark reality has

Take over me.

Looks like, 

Everything fits in 

A bracket now.

Black and white.

Right and wrong. 

And to hell with

What's in-between. 

The Forgotten

On a lonely road
Of bland hopes.
I have taken a job
Of painting the
Forgotten memories.

Well, what can I say.
Hardly, there are
Bright colours.
No dark strokes or
Embellished illustrations.

Shades, Shadows.
Pale colors.
Broken moons.
Fading shines.
And some
Dying stars and
Helpless storms.

Some appreciate
The painting.
Some just make
A smirky face.
Some look for
My comments,

And all I can say is-
I’m a forgotten too.
Remember me.