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Break

As the innumerable specs of dust

Adorns the dark walls of the sky

Countless the bubbles dancing, desperate 

To fly away from the water — ferocious

The scatter of ants buzzing away

As you drop into their equilibrium

The sandy rocks that roll down in haste

From atop the bite into the cookie

The blot of resilient colour in water 

Dismembered; piercing into molecules

The one white that paves light 

Torn apart to a band of seven 

Lying sharp, filled with glistens

From the past that as you step; slices 

Into you, leaving stained footprints

My heart that bleeds sugary syrup

Bite into the jalebi’s orange circles

Every step ahead that pulls you back 

The aroma that refuses to exit nose

Pictures dance past you — out of reach

The decibles that echo through ears

Shattering the bloody glass walls, weak

What keeps me alive. Today. 

Illustrations by Sitara VS ©
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Ignite

Fiesty, and impatient — but fearless 

Burning to keep alive the inner

Bleeding walls of blue — frozen.

Crackling every second to break

Extinguish the long seige that 

Attempts to tame her, in the

Name of an opaque curtain; 

To their innumerable intentions. 

Rather uncivilized and wild, 

Ferocious till her last spark; than 

Uncanny assumptions of the wrongs

Anger ever ablaze on her, resolute. 

Crack the silver that igloo-ed around —

Who dared to  threaten, not sparing 

Any spec afloat in the air.

Image and featured image by Neha Menon ©
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Dark

As light flees fast, past,

Rushes to our cover, envelope.

Plunge in the black sea, for the light 

At the end of its smooth horizons.

The color that ceased to live on,

To reflect the brightness in iris.

The one that disagrees with all —

Nevertheless brings out best in them;

Brings out the beauty in you.

The flakes of light against this despised one

Or the silent tide we yearn to drown?

Picture by Neha Menon ©
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Geometry 

A lost trapezium with my sides

In this vast blue globe

Trotting away from stares from 

Each corner of the circle

At my uneven sides. 

The elephant in the room

That makes you so uncomfortable

The heat is unbearable, but they wait 

For the right moment — hit the iron 

When it’s hot. So I get curves; on point 

Tangible but incongruous, push me away

Laugh at my diagonals, and angles 

For circles do not possess them.

You envy, as I unaware, try

To build the facade required to fit

Bury myself. Once. Twice. Always.

Disperse away every segment 

From my lines, once well defined.

Perish, though what fault of mine?

Decided that all should abandon 

Then life, allow me first. 

Illustration by Sitara VS
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Haze

Loop around that pulls tighter

To things unsure of in this world

Hazy memories of the undefined,  once 

What had been water clear

The journey this path leads

Knows not anybody, even itself

Yet it carries on and on, a routine 

All those who want to break away

Perhaps does bring back very 

Lack in clarity to be avoided

Is it best to let be when even 

Thoughts rebel the greatest thinkers? 

Of what we think we have, but do we? 

Eloping with fears will perhaps 

Only lead to the be avoided

Boundless beyond this circle, I do not own

The first or last particle. Minds intertwined. 

Real and unreal, the illusion of the treasure 

All things at the perusal of time

That cannot be captured but in frames

Within minds of those have not forgotten

Lay my head, smiling in this smoke

Assured, in peace, that it need not fade away. 

Haze. (Image: Geo Paul)
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Carpet 

Rub off all your dirt on me

Forcing your stampede all over

Hiding your sins under me

As I lay, with your lies, tied to the floor

By the end of your sharp shoe

Brush away your imperfections into me

Still hiding behind that mask

Playing asphyxiating guess games

Polluted, decaying and dead

You won’t stop till I rot and rot 

Till one day you walk over me

Before throwing me away. 

Illustration by Sitara VS
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Waiting for the End

*This poem is dedicated to Linkin Park — for all those strongly worded songs that made my life survivable. There are obvious references to several song titles (including the title of the poem), with no intentions of violating copyrights.

That brown evening I found my soul,

Met my mind, that often turned Numb  .

Beyond, drifted off higher than

Every one of our Hands Held High.

Leading all of our battles,

But perhaps the toughest was within….

The sphere will say, all day

Never knows to be In Pieces;

The cracks, the bits, the shards —

What it took for this Castle Of Glass.

So Leave Out All The Rest, for

Who shall decide what is best? 

Memory, name and body diffuse in air.

Forever it resonates the voice,

That will agitate more ripples

Through this vast New Divide.

Happiness, and inner peace

Never so easy In The End;

In this dark wordplay with life

A Light That Never Comes.

 

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