The dawn of the parlance

Innate feelings are irrational Rising above nearly floating, Just like, a poem lies inert after being read, unmoving! That inertness being an end The ultimate destination Lying just there, once loved Its incarnation or cremation? That feeling once they felt Now its long gone, the past! For they read it and forgot... The words still there, my last! Writing for me is my salvation It shows me the truth unraveled... I write and then I realize  I AM ON THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED...

'QUIET' Whispered the wind... 'RETIRE...!' The moon opined... 'ANGEL...' Thus the sun resigned! The Universe rejoiced, Unicorns perfectly aligned! Time perfectly designed... Their exultation voiced! Endearment hence enjoyed! That's exactly how it is When they are together, Heaven, an innate bliss! The whimsical Master, And the vivacious Miss, They're a perfect match A triumphant eve it is!!!

His eyes glazing as ever Her eyes, as rare as hazel Imagine those quadruple Staring the world's fable! Imagine those alluring tetrad Put together in a single frame Awestruck us all the while "Complete" being paridisiac name! How can the sentiments flag down? How can these words cease? How can a philocalist resist? How could the admiration surcease? Measuring the fist sized heart he said, Pain in here is endless and toes curled... "Your eyes are even smaller Yet they behold the world." Counting the infinite tracks she said Each is incomplete without the other! Together they carry our existence The very essence, the crimson color.

It started with a hustle, A little turbulence of Adieu! Souls departing to no-land... Leaving mark in its lieu! It started with an ache, Waiting to be completely felt... Sorrows, mourning and hopes, Finding ways to be dealt! It started with an untold sorrow, An unheard story, never told... A little mystery of emotions, Shivering soul in summer cold! It started and shall continue, Self created fog in clear sky! Fog of death and shattered hopes... Facing truth yet running towards that lie...   It started and now its all fog, Be it dawn or be it dusk, Its all fog, an unfading mist, Trying to pluck blades of husk! The dense mist, The never fading fog... Some say its smoke, Look deeper,,, There's LIFE BENEATH THAT SMOG!!!

Once on a blank ruled page, She tried scribbling a form... Matching some broken lines A lame creation, hence born! To all who saw, it made no sense, The folk, the people, her cohorts so close. She smiled a smile weird and unknown, Faithful rendering of her enigmatic prose! She held the paper in her hands, Swayed a little, the smile was constant She laid it down and glued her stare, Puzzled or Amazed?  She missed something important... Holding a pen, she sat down again A little disturbed, a little crestfallen The smile she had was now lost, About this pain, she did mention often! She drew and drew, hours and days Passed by unnoticed in front of her... She still drew, and yes it was now complete, For the world to see, her eyes now blur. She left the form on its own, Took a corner, lost and abandoned... Saw those people marvel and appreciate, Trying to convince, like it never happened!

Its miserable me, for right now I feel miserable. I know how to come out of it, not actually come out of it but run away from it. But i do not want to run away, rather face it and find a way out. But right now its miserable me... Waking up in the morning, with thousand unsaid questions with sorrows pale and ochre with emotions hard to feel and there is a pain in the center. With crippled and tormented soul with sorrows hard to explain with pain demanding to be felt with millions of names in the mind and I am not able to utter a single one. With mind lost and wandering with eyes full of shattered dreams with many things left undone with beautiful words left unsaid and there I stand self-abandoned. With the pain of separation with the hope of soon revival with hands folded in prayer with eyes closed, wishing that wish and there I am-MISERABLE ME!

You are our ANGEL. Maybe you cannot see your WINGS but we can clearly see. Maybe you are not aware hoe beautiful of an angel you are, but you are. and it is a fact! Because when angels fly, They are the stars of the sky, In your deep hearts they always lie To them your worries if you tie All miseries, you'll see them die Because when the angels fly, Up and down, soaring high With hope they often fill your eye Still depressed in the corner if you lie Find your angel, soaring high, See them flying the distant sky Catch them and convincing u shall try. Because when angels fly, I see you and then I sigh For to you I can never lie To you my sorrows I always tie, I so miss your presence, and hate saying bye .