Missing You

Missing you is screaming out

With my voice muffled

By coarse hands

Missing you is a bellow

In the dark empty space

Which disappears in a black hole

Missing you is shouting

In an old deserted house

Where my voice comes piercing back

In echoes

Only to haunt me

Phasing Out

I am phasing out

Of your love

Slowly

Inevitably

And I am afraid

I think now

I have to keep

the pain close

Or the heart

Might become

A barren land

It once was

Dilemma

I am watching you

Slip away

Slowly

Like sand from my clenched fist

 I'm watching

A helpless man

Befuddled by the dilemma

Of holding you close

And letting go

Write It on The Water

I'm afraid of writing your name

I told her

Then write it on the water, she said

No one would see it.

Loving You

Loving you was exhausting

Tiring

Draining me of all

But it was enriching

And fulfilling

Both my heart and soul

Drank to their fill

From the golden syrup

Of your love

Oblivion

Sometimes I feel

The words and phrases

I write

Are lost in black nothingness

Like a wisp of smoke

They dissolve into thin air

Disappearing in the space

Swallowed by black holes

Let the demons sleep tonight!

Let the demons sleep tonight

Don’t wake them up

Let them slumber

They will wreak havoc

If they wake up

This calm will tumble into chaos

Let the fairies dance tonight

In the moonlight

Let them dance and make love

To the flowers

Let them sprinkle their light

Let the demons sleep tonight

Fear

But I do need pain
That bittersweet one
To make me feel 

a little more sensitive
To make my heart 

a little more soft
Or I am afraid
I will become an animal again.

In the Rain

The rain brushes our faces so gently

The unruly wind plays with your hair

Unfurling them

You struggle with the effort to keep them

Off your face

I take your cold hands in mine

Warm them

With my breath 

A scene

Cold winter nights
The silence of 3 am
Warmth in the kitchen
The taste of hot chocolate
A sad tune playing
The memories dancing. 

Surely

The demons in your head

The monsters of your imagination

Shall devour you slowly.

Pixels

I zoom a picture

And I zoom it too much

The pixels burst

The picture blurs

The beauty fades

Maybe people are like pictures

You go too close

The beauty fades

The ugliness strikes

Balcony

You imagined us

On a balcony

With a cup of tea

Hands intertwined

Looking over

Corn fields.

In Memory

I guess I do want you to miss me

Not much

Not always

But yes

A little bit sometimes

I want you to remember me

Always

And think of me in a loving memory

Not the one which crushes you inside

Making it difficult to breathe

And wells up your eyes with tears

But the one which fills you with that bliss

That you are surrounded by the halo of love

And feel the warmth in your heart

So that every time you think of me

You smile

 And send me love and light

All the way

Across the oceans.

Search

Like a three year old

Searching for her lost toy

We are children

Looking haplessly

For love

In every nook and corner

In all the spaces

Looking

Desperately

Relentlessly

For love

Hungry

And thirsty

We long for it

We are looking for love.

Words

Words words words

Words are everything

Words have a color

Their own scent

Words have a taste

Their own crispiness

Some are crunchy

And some just melt in the mouth

Words give meaning

But sometimes they destroy it

Words have their own shades

They have their auras

Words are bright

As a sunny March day

Words are dark

Like a sky before heavy rain

Words are like soothing lullabies

Words are screaming echoes

Words are butterflies

Flying in orchards

Words are snakes

In the barren desert.

Weaving

I need to weave something

I say

Weave words, she says.

Abyss

And then it so happened

That we lost words

Like falling into a dark grey abyss

Falling

Falling

And falling

Never reaching the end

Never touching the depth.

Still

I sit

Still as an ancient statue

Staring into infinite space

I wonder and marvel

At the so tangible

Emptiness around me.

Voice

At the end of the day

When all is said and done

And you are sitting

Contemplating

On what you gained

And what you lost

This pain would help you find

Your voice!

Helium Balloons

Helium balloons

Butterflies

Greenest grass

The memory of this garden

Will always last.

Azul

Azul blue sky

A bunch of falcons

Circling it relentlessly

Tall bare trees

Pointy dry branches

A shredded kite

Stuck somewhere

Meeting

You came

And then I met myself.

Winter

The sound of the bat striking the ball
The warmth of the sun
The scent of oranges
Clear blue skies
Boys laughing
Winter.

A Scene

The pink of the evening

The only star in the sky

The full moon

Blazing out in perfection

The lone wolf

Howling in the pitch dark

Atop a hill

Against the silhouette

Of the dark trees

Shattering the silence

Of the night

Writing

Writing

Never comes easy

Like seeping blood
From the wounds
Won over time

As if something
Clawing at the heart

Bleeding it open

To fill the pen

Making the being

Restless as the unruly wind

That’s how it is

To illuminate the words

Blood is the cost.

Caution

Playing with words

That is an art

Choosing them

With caution

Like picking up a precious souvenir

From burning coal

As not to burn the fingers

She had mastered it

Like no other I know

When you wake up

When you wake up

I wonder if you have this heaviness in your heart

Or if you feel this emptiness

 Screaming in your chest

When you wake up

I wonder if the flood of memories

Strangles you

 Suffocates you

I wonder how you struggle with the onslaught

When you wake up

I wonder if you are overcome

With the burgeoning desire

To call out my name.

Chord

A thousand memories strike a chord

Against this heart

Wrenching it

Clenching it

The beat becomes faster

The thud becomes louder

The chord strikes and strikes again

Making it a symphony

Of unabated emotions

Him

Disheveled hair

That rough beard

The half-smile on his face

Eyes which always said the otherwise

That was him.

In Moments

Like on a roller coaster ride

Swinging from ecstatic excitement

To hopeless despair

In moments.

Untitled

Like the froth on coffee

Things disappear

Quick and soft

Nothingness

There were hours

Hours filled with that irksome nothingness

That grey emptiness

The meaninglessness

Gnawing you

Inside out

Bamboos

And then you disappeared

 In a land full of bamboos, tall and dark.

Away you went

And never returned

Incomplete

In the hustle of time

In the monotony of routine

In the rush of life

Something is left

Unsaid

Unheard

Undone

And incomplete…..

The Meadows

Come to the meadows

Where the grass is still green

Come with me

Where the horses neigh happy and loud

Come with me to the place

Where lovers still hold hands without any fears

Where the butterflies dance

Bright blue and purple

Red and dark

Come to the pathways

Where leaves rustle 

and where autumn is not sad.