You - My ethereal monsoon

Seasons, have I felt and seen;

But the sight of you was the onset of

the first drop of monsoon.

Oh! How I craved to be drenched in thy showers of care.

And, when you sensed my yearnings,

You did allow me to feel it,

Though momentary!

-As you are the monsoon & you never stay around.

But when I know that my cravings were not futile;

I’d; with honest love, prayers and hope

Await thy return….

Your voice resonates in my head...

   On a moment’s notice, even without knowing who you are,

I became enamored by you.

Now I fail to realize what I’ve become…

I fancy listening to your voice. It is like a gentle touch that sends chills through my entire body.

A touch of unspoken words and facts that are yet to be spoken.

At times, I’m forced to render your lips motionless from uttering anything; by pressing my lips against yours. Now I can feel your unspoken words, stealthily finding an escape route to my heart, drenching my entire body with your voice.

Though my eyes have become a stranger to your physical existence, I sigh no regrets but my heart aches and my eyes fill up every time, I fail to listen to your conjuring words…..

All I mumble against the pounding of my heart – “I miss your presence”

She swayed...

Being Black is Poetic - II

I see you in black, beautifully clad;

Near my body which has given away to the dark.

For once you came to see me last, I’m glad,

But to another world devoid of fancies, I embark.

Is it for paying homage that you wore black?

Or is it to relive those moments we both cradled!

They dressed me up in scented whites but not in black,

With white lily flowers and satin laced coffin, I lay cuddled.

Hymns rise along with the incense as prayers for me,

I see you eyeing me with unbearable pangs of strife.

Never regret that you are unable to find a replacement for me,

For I lived and craved for an ordinary life.

I’ll end up in purgatory, for all those heinous acts done;

Shoving aside the up-front choices of heaven and hell.

Remember that life is short and things done can’t be undone,

For I ended up in the altar, to witness my knell.

You - II

I slept in your arms marinated in love

I wished you were mine, but I know nothing that your heart commands.

I knew it might be momentary

But you never knew how much it would cost me,

To trade myself to the darkness that haunted me.

You let me go and now I’m sinking….

Being black is Poetic- I

I reek melancholy,

My room smells nothing but isolation;

My soul bleeds wildly,

And I .....

Suffer from depression.

P.S:Feelings culminating from heart: I need help.

Dated: 11/01/2018 @ 6.45 pm.

You - I

I like the way you and your memories resonates in my head.

Like a breeze on a day of spring,

Like a leaf moving along with the wind, my eyes move along with the images of yours that flutters in a direction unknown.

You impregnated me with your breath, you exhaled and I bore you silently swearing my love…