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…

Lost, Love & Life

Profundity

Fraility

Passion in his eyes!

Apple of my eye...

Monsoon Diaries - IX #Sensual rain.

"Your sensuous eyes with clouded brows,

glares at my body, with lust profound;

 And when I lift my head up,

out of curiosity; you come as though

 you are determined to...

You feel my forehead, my eyes and my lips,

You never fail to hold my hand;

And you flow down my neck with

                             tickling passion. 

You embrace me, close to your chest 

 Where my hip is never amiss." 

                                        -to be continued...

 

Amour-Excerpts from my mind # 5

Drugged-Excerpts from my mind # 4

Mercy-Excerpts from my mind #3

Soul -Excerpts from my mind #2

Urge - Excerpts from my mind #1

Karl Ove Knausgard : My unclear reflection

                                            "I have no problem with uninteresting or unoriginal people – they may have other, more important attributes, such as warmth, consideration, friendliness, a sense of humor or talents such as being able to make a conversation flow to generate an atmosphere of ease around them, or the ability to make a family function – but I feel almost physically ill in the presence of boring people who consider themselves especially interesting and who blow their own trumpets.” 

It was ever since I came across Karl Ove Knausgard, I began to realize the pain and frankness in his words. 

                     “All my adult life I have kept a distance from other people, it has been my way of coping, because I become so incredibly close to others in my thoughts and feelings of course, they only have to look away dismissively for a storm to break inside me.”  

I see him as a never ending phenomenon; where he acts not as a person but as a life of events. That's how his writings have transported me to be what is known as a state of extreme truth.

Pain

Held, I my hands

Across my chest.

And gasped a breath

That ached my soul...

Tainted with grief 

and of lose,

I never knew; it pained my heart...

'Where was my heart',

Was my inner call.

All I knew,

"It was bottled somewhere in

    matters mysterious."

Exodus

Dalliance

                                            Far away in the mountains,
                                                           Have I, an old love.
                                                                             
                                                                     Old and sweet as the,
                                                                                     Wine in the barrel. 

                                                                                    

Cradled in the vineyard of my soul.

Gratitude Unforgotten.

                                                            Last day, my sight caught the attention of the man who runs a cycle repair shop nearby the bank, where I'm tied to my banking transactions. It's been years, he has been working there in that same old spot with no accompaniments for his help. In our childhood days, my brother and I used to check the air in our bicycles and also visited him when our cycles dumps us all of a sudden on a particular occasion. 

Ever since then, he is all the more same. I was getting on my two-wheeler and just then I saw him busy attending to the bicycles and punctured tyres. Even on a sultry sweating noon, he seems not bothered by the heat sitting under the black asbestos roofed shelter besides the main road.

I stood there, looking at him for some time, reminiscing our old childhood days and his part in our lives to repair the bicycles at lucid intervals. Characteristics of old age has also visited him. His hands and clothes were stained with grease and oil as usual, wrinkles of hard work has invaded his face but his lust to work has not faded.

On a momentary note, he saw me looking at him. He smiled at me and shook his head like he knew me for ages. Maybe, he might have recognized me. 

The shifting of time period made me realize that I'm a 25 year old guy now from the transition of a 7th grader to the present working scenario. Though it was years, he might have understood that my bicycle has at least once, gone through his magical hands.

I too gave a smile back and waved my hand. That was the simple gratitude I could give him rather than sympathy.

Tag...

In response to the #Knowyourself Challenge of Edition 132 of IndiSpire to the question, "Peep into your heart and describe yourself in one sentence."

Barren

Amore...

 We stood this much closer!

My lips close to her ears,

To murmur those words

That might have taken her to ecstasy.

Though the flames engulf everything,

My love for her couldn't burn down outwardly.

It burned inside me,

Leaving my heart ache

Each and every moment,

I saw or stood beside her.

There was a need on my part,

To let her know that,

I fell not in love with her body

But in her soul and the 

Words she spoke.

Though I could never assure

Whether she loved me;

But I knew it from her eyes,

That unspoken love she always bore.

Yet we remained apart ,

In distances immeasurable
And in silent voyages;
Journeying through the limelight of life.
Oblivious as to whether we 
Might open up or if it so happens,
Whether we may be bonded as
One.