Let me rest on your shoulder
And watch the miracles of the clouds
And you will drink each of my tears from corner of the eye
As I will laugh with joy
And you will once again tell me how much you love me
And I will overlook the hidden lines and concealed creases
And your disclaimers and believe in the fantasy world
A mirage whatsoever
Today when you told me peep out of the window
And gaze at the sunny roses and the cloud kissed azure
I wonder why my eyes were moist looking at the play of the vibrant moth
As the first drop from the sky hit the blazing soil
And the green shroud shone with pride
The brooks giggled and gurgled through the paddy
Did I try to find my abode hidden in the shrubs
Resting at the river bank……
I miss my haven...
In an era where they have made a whore out of democracy
And the independent spirit often treated as an adulteress
I still see a flag which calls for the un hoisted souls
To sing some tales of short lived doped conscience
With a hyped vermilion raised to a naked stem
On the graves of the poets who played with the clouds
If I was she I would have promised you the rainbow
And even the sky beneath
A little bit of vanilla spray
And some petals here and there
If I was she your heart would not have been emptied of love
A promise never broken
A soul never shaken
And we would have traveled far- traveled the dead ends too
With a giggle and some tinkling sounds on the cycle we mend
On the path of the promised rainbow
Not a tear to shed…not a single heart which bled
Pseudo words make a mirage
In a perfectly bordered quarantine
Insomnia strikes back
Hallucination at its best
Guy de Maupassant ‘dwells within
As dark as a Kafka
The juke box rattles with un cleared coins
Still singing the song of a ghetto
The ballads take a back seat with a smirked face
Insanity I love thee-the call of the anthem
The above- a peep in my mind where the chemical imbalance has its own cadence set- Almitra loses her mind
