The Poetry Marathon

And you were all

The nakedness of my soul

The constellation of words

Not written

Nakedness of my soul

Long forgotten under soils of time

Not written not told not heard

Never covered never found

Long forgotten the story of you and me

Do i remind you my dear

Never covered never found

The shroud of love is lost

Do i remind how we loved

Do you still see it in my eyes

Love is lost

Whom to blame

The source of love is

Lust

So numb

So aimless

So disinterested

A general,all encompassing lethargy and indifference to life

Nothing matters

All decisions are mundane ,superficial

So transitory

I cant save myself anymore

I am lost.

I heard a dog howling….and i wish i could howl out too…instead i am snapping and yapping at everyone…i am talking nasty…and though i should be ashamed of my behaviour…i actually feel cruelly relieved.

I am numb

And i am frightened

Of this person i am becoming

Either feeling too much

Or not giving a damn

Dont want to budge

And dont want to run away

I hate this

I want to scratch away this nasty feeling from my face

He let her cling. And that was a new for her. His being still. Absorbing her chaos. Waiting patiently. For her waves to crash around him. Till her storms had found a shore. This was a new. A rock. A solid rock. Enveloping her. Towering over her. It was peaceful. Like she had found land. Found an anchor.

She hugged him…..no…gripped him in a tightening vice. All her energies. All her pending hugs grabbed and thrust into that encircling moment.

It broke her heart. Like she had never known it broken. To let him go. Goodbyes. They hurt.

Its dawn again

The moon left the side of the night

The sun calls back.

This device in my hand

A new lease of life

There used to be a time

Deviceless

Then we had people

Whimsical

Loving us….spontaneously

Now we have devices

Taking us

All across the globe

In search of love

We truly deserve

This device in my hand

Is my love

For now

Nobody wants their schedule disturbed

I have done my bit

You do yours

So you have taken up extra

Your problem dear

My sleep

My tasks

My next day

Awaits me

You

Gnt.

The girl she was a princess

She was one of two

Little miss danseuse

And little miss goody two shoes

One touched the sky

One held the earth

Together they made a rainbow

Together they churned the rain

When one flew the stars

One gathers flowers

Together they fill the brook

With shine

And a lark

Two little princess

Living so far

One little string

Holding the hearts.

I need my alone. Just for existing purposes.

I need my alone. In company my makeup begins to fall off.

A drip here. A rip there.

If i stay a little longer i will be grotesque.

My real sneaking out in patches from my fake. So i need my alone.

To mend my facade every now and then.

Let me powder my nose. Red my lips. Let me slick back the wandering tendrils.

Company is inevitable ,so is my lonely. I will keep drifting in and out of the two.

Its essential. Essential for the existence.

Too much alone and i will scare myself,staring at the real me.

The real me is not always bearable.

Though she is beautiful. Unbearably beautiful.

Her beauty has a chlorophyll of her own. She sustains herself. On the sunlight of love.

Alas her beauty is blinding and incomprehensible.

So she has to fake it up to venture abroad.

And the fake is a burden too. Too burdensome for her fragility.

So every now and then. I need my alone.

To lay aside this burden and replenish my fragility.

She’s not gone

Just tucking in behind that door.

silently the dewdrops

Unwrap

The mirrors of the night sky

Each dewdrop holds a star

They met in the dark

Loved

Merged

Do you see the shine

Is it the dewdrop

The star

Or the love

Shining through

Lighting up the life

Before the sun devours them

After the darkness

They will meet again

Till then you can shine with love.

Wait

Stop

Don’t go

Not yet

I am not done

I am not done being explored

I am not done being

Admired and adored

I have yet to believe

When you say i’m gorgeous

Yet to believe

I am so desirable

I have yet to come to terms

With my beauty

You discovered for me

I have yet to inhale

My fragrance

I am not done

Basking in the glow

Of your adoring eyes

I am yet in lust

I am not yet ready

To move into soul love

I am yet with my body