Enlightenment

I escape in wide horizons,
I run in wide spread free spaces.
my gloomy soul that serves its own obnoxious flesh,
seeks enlightenment, seeks a final plight.

it soaks in dimensions of rays
it sojourns in colourless dunes
but still,
apart from its sins
it shimmers as god's own child in few susceptible moments.
moments wrapped in sweet conversations
heart opening up to soul, in those rare moments.


enlightenment,  not as sweet
as written or talked
it splits priorities and judgement
making me bitter and coarser with each day

still i walk bare foot,, still miles to go
I am starving in scorching heat
all this to find myself
whom I have lost many years ago
in shadows of others.

Just a last chance to see within my soul
if i am still alive..

Myself

Some day you will understand my agonies my torments!

reasons, I chose to trespass my own hidden lies,

reasons for which I faked in your absence,

about you, about me, about us.

Years have passed and spaces are shrinking,

survival is difficult with this burdensome smile.

I have realized and I believe you too will understand,

my room needs a wider window,

or may be I do not want any walls to live in,

that little flower in my balcony

reminds me of my beautiful cruel cheating,

No more roses, its emptiness in its absence may full me more now.

my deceptive looks have worn out,

it is time to say I know myself,

with all bitter truths, I find myself today.

If you still love me,

may be someday I will love myself too.....

Rosemary

While transcending the roads with pebbles

Clutched by loneliness, she surrenders to him

He makes her a wanderer like himself

She remembers the flower in her hair

Tugged and still fresh, rosemary scented

Yes he loved its charms and followed her

He withdraws his eyes as she gazes him

He was hiding secrets she never came to know

Days, months, decades have passed

He had left her and so is love

But Rosemary is still fresh

Reminding her of her youth,, she envies it

Cannot pull it apart, she had become one rosemary herself

She will be picked by someone someday like she had picked one long ago……………