Mercy of a Woman

Time passes 

Slowly

In the clutch 

Of her arms.

Hopes take

A steady birth,

In the sweetness 

Of her talk.

Gravity is nill 

By the side

Of her neck.

Body is afloat 

By the aid of

A peck. 

Vaccum in here,

Her hand is 

On my chest.

By the shine in 

Her eyes...

My darkness is

Done away with.

Light years is

How she measures

Her longing.

Supernova attack

For her rage is 

Befitting. 

She's a 

Multiverse of

Feels and storms.

Reels and norms. 

Of passion and

Luring forms.

She's Galactus...

While stars play her

Pleasing charms.

I'm just lucky 

To sit side by..

At the mercy of 

A woman,

How wouldn't,

The wine taste fine? 

Muggle

I sleep in a 

Prison.

Wake up

In a bubble.

Eat for

Breakfast,

My day-to-day

Struggle.

All my plans,

Hanged to the wall.

Unfulfilled,

They wriggle.

I don't have

A wand, to be

Done away with

My troubles.

Magic is a 

Luxury sold to us 

For us to watch

And giggle.

Hey there, 

Wizard, under the 

Sheets,

On the streets-

I'm just a Muggle. 

Suspension

Where words 

Are shackles.

And silence 

Does the work.

Speaking is a

Heavenly sin.

Birds needn't

Always sing.

Clouds needn't

Always precipitate.

A guitar can lay

Idle for while.

Incessant peddling

Will not take 

You far.

Must a child 

Always be named?

How does it matter

Even if the egg 

First came? 

Just sit and

Watch the rain.

Recline and enjoy

A little pain.

You don't need

To always comply

Or complain.

Love is overrated

Anyway...

When empty

Pages have more 

Possibilities to

Offer.. why do you 

Have to pick up 

A pen in vain? 

Miss You

I love her smile.

If and Whys

Inbetween the sighs.

Unexpressed love

In angry disguise.

Ready blush after

Every random praise.

Signs of tears in

Pirated cries.

Her curiosity to know

What'll I do if she 

Suddenly dies?

Hidden longing in

Saying goodbyes..

Peck on neck and

Bites on forearm.

Perches of her nails,

Are sweet designs.

It's almost a years 

After we got apart..

But she still fleets

In my mind like a

Gone rogue desire.

Dreams

Dreams on a

Mountain to

Go in vain.

Birds in the

Valley think..

Wings are 

Such a shame.

Where,

Breaths are 

Traded to

Outlive a gain.

For an 

Outcome unsure,

A given try

Can attract

Blame.

Talk outright

You'll be 

Called names.

Be silent,

They'll think

You're lame.

Where it does

Rain without

The harvest

Of brain.

A good season

Is just a dump

Down the drain. 

Dreams need 

Nursing even

When you fail.

Pack your bags

And leave 

The place.

As long as you

Keep flying..

It doesn't matter

From where

You came.

Fed Up

A dried up

Rose petal.

In a decade

Old diary.

Cries out

A story that's

Bruised and

Dreary.

In a room

That has died,

Sitting alone!

It's damn weary. 

The stopped

Clocks often

Tell me a story

That's scary

All abused,

Cock protests.

My hand is

Not sorry.

Tell me,

If you wanna

Rescue, I'll be 

Packed and ready.

Or else, there's

Enough hate to

Torch myself

And be done

Without a worry. 

Search for Art

In the dust-laden dirty rooms.
A flight that's born,
Is an answer to the vast sky.

In a pain-ridden lonely heart,
The melodies that linger are
Replies from the mighty gods.

On a bitterly blue night,
A sunny smile is such a
Revenge on the satanic lord-

The faded photograph in
In the corner, Is a put-up fight
Against oblivion's havoc.

A tug-of-war in my head
Has spilled enough blood on
A paper- a poem is carved.

A pair of wings can be
Cooked in the kitchen,
Redemption now has a recipe.

Existence is cold but we're bold.
Art is our mark, against the
Challenges cosmos throws--

Drums and guitars against
The raging fire. Flutes and
Pianos to choke the volcanic ire.

If the apocalypse is the
Bigger picture--

The music that's brewing in
Our cookers shall be our
Preferred mode of answer.