YOUR VOICE

been a week since I heard your voice,

All other sounds are now just noise.

It is something that I hold very dear,

My morning bell and midnight cheer.

Though, eternally withing my heart it plays,

For there it forever lays.

Listening to you speak and speak,

like the first few drops of heavens leak.

Your voice is that which will keep me sober,

Or intoxicated till this life's over.

Its power on me you know of nought,

The kind that I had never thought.

For you ill work the days and nights,

Being close to you, my only right.

I hope someday from his heart you'll tear,

But not with sadness pain and despair.

But with joy and will to move on,

Right into my hearts lawn.

He will hate me forever though,

And for a while he'll lie low.

But then someday he'll be back,

And my heart he will try to crack.

That day will be the test of love,

That shall happens what's planned above.

If that test we can withstand,

We'd be the prime lovers of the land.

I can promise you now till dying age,

Upon this world, the earthly stage.

RAIN

He woke up one night, his heart in pain,
and looked to the sky, urged it to rain.

The Gods looked down, looking for him,
Sensing contempt, right up to brim.

Thundered a voice, right in his ear,
"Rain never it shall, where you are dear."

Was that real, or was it imagined to be,
He waited to watch, waited to see.

Staying where he was, did rain never come,
He packed his bags, set in pursuit of some.

Wherever he went, rain didn't cross,
Cursed was he, wherever he was.

Determined the youth was, arrogant at his age,
Wanting to write his own words, on life's empty page.

He travelled the lands, to every corner he went,
Lived anywhere, till his back was bent.

But the his pursuit of rain, never did die,
And at last, he looked again to the sky.

"Rain you now, or stay forever forbiden,
Lifes alwasy been a desert, my love hidden."

The Gods in heaven, again looked down,
Seeing the mans face in smile, heart in frown.

Forgoten was contempt, forgoten was the curse,
Down came the rain, out of natures purse.

It came down hard, hard enough to kill,
The young soul, who'd enjoyed it still.

The soul was young, the body was not,
And so his end, the rain had wrought.

With issues none, into the sky he stared,
At last the Gods, for him had cared.

He passed away,rendered a peaceful one,
His tombstone read,"Finally, the rain hath come"

FOR HER ON HER BIRTHDAY

How strangely,

You came into my life.

Like an ant,

In a beehive.

Since then,

You’ve been by me.

Irrespective,

Of what my many faults may be

Helping me here,

Helping me there.

Here, there,

Helped me everywhere.

So taking a moment,

I’d like to thank,

That dude up there,

Who loans us life from his bank

For sending,

An angel in human form.

Who easily catches a cold,

But has a heart so warm.

For she is a gift,

Much better than any.

More precious than gold,

Or diamonds, however many.

You came into my life,

Like a shooting star.

From a heavenly world,

Who knows how far

We mortals wish for stuff,

Seeing shooting stars.

You are both,

My wish and my star.

Seeing you,

I just wish for seeing you again.

But maybe that’s the one wish,

Forbidden in this game.

But, even so,

You are the best.

Of things like these,

I wouldn’t jest.

So a very,

Happy birthday to you.

May your problems be mine,

And your illnesses too.

For you’ll take care of me,

As you always do.

To see you laugh,

I’d get hurt and wouldn’t mind.

For a better person than you,

I couldn’t find.

An angel like you,

Deserves to be.

Void of problem,

So you could be free.

To make this world,

A better place.

To put a smile ,

On a saddened face.

People who know you,

Have idea none.

Of how lucky they are,

Like from a trillion, one.

Luckier still,

Is he.

With whom,

You choose to be.

And a fool he is,

If he has no clue.

Of how lucky he is,

To have you.

I’m also sorry,

For all the pain I’ve caused you.

I’d take it all back,

If that I could do.

For one more thing,

I’m glad.

We’ve never lied to each other,

No matter what we have done bad.

I hope you read,

Every word I wrote.

Cos it took me like half an hour,

To write this note.

MR ME

Doubts were aroused,

Every now and then in his mind.

They crept in hers too,

But not as frequently.

The former, painful,

The latter, even more so.

It was tough for him,

"Tougher for her", he decided immediately,

Causing iritation to both,

Was is unwanted, pointless?

No. For were it so,

It wouldn't happen in the first place.

"Its leading somewhere",

He knew it with all his heart.

"Where, though, is a mystery"

Emanated. A voice within.

That didn't scare him.

It doesn't now, it will not.

That being said,

They walk on, a step at a time.

Supporting each other,

When either of them falter.

Like this, it is.

Like this, it will be.

LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

The darkness closes in on you.

Eternal night, his advantage.

To him you seem like a waddling bird,

An unaware being, a prey.

The extending darkness almost vaulting,

 Is vital for him to strike.

You still don't know of the danger,

Or maybe you don't care.

You keep to your business,

Unaffected by all that's around you.

Your mind is not registering the environment,

As it is working elsewhere.

You look at the book, not reading it,

You touch the skin, not feeling it.

Nothing matters to you anymore,

Except for the one thing.

Even when he attacks,

The fight almost never comes.

If it does it,

only so because of her.

What brings down the rain,

Is an attack on her.

It not only because you love her,

But also because she is your light at the end of the tunnel.

HE LOOKED ON

He looked on into the night,

To steal from nature some starry sight.

Looking up he saw the sky,

Smeared in a lavender dye.

In that sheet, sprinkled stars.

Beacons in space for unearthly cars.

Sprinkled around the white moon,

Mornings curse, night-times boon.

His gaze now fell a little lower,

This time around the world seemed slower.

Trees till where his eyes could see,

As much beauty as there'll ever be.

The green leaves now had a purple shade,

Beauty at its best, that god has made.

Within the trees shimmered lights,

Adding to the twinkling nights.

From somewhere within,emanated a hoot,

Giving voice to the inanimate roots.

He wondered what secrets lay,

Within the bark, never to see the light of day.

Finally his eyes lay on the pond,

Signatory of all life's bond.

The still water, always alive,

Because of which all beings thrive.

Matching the sky in hue and colour,

Like an obsessed imitative lover.

He looked upon these one more time,

Forgetting them would be a crime.

At last he closed his eyes,

As he said his silent goodbyes.

After he left, the sights remain,

Open for another to gain.

FLY

a fly buzzing at the further end of the room

A sob is heard.

I look into her eyes but she sees me not

She calls out to someone

Its not me, I wonder who it is that who supersedes me

even in my presence and his absence

I ignore her inquiries, they shall stay unanswered forever

Instead I hold her hands

She calls me by that name she used before

Making me seem more insignificant than the fly in the room

For her, though, I take it and restrict retorts 

I look at her still, wondering

Her dazed eyes further confirm her inability to recognise me

I have loved her forever

But that shrew, that twit, he has broken her

Still she longs only for him

The rest of the world is oblivious,

Oblivious as the fly

I revert my gaze onto  my phone now

It has been ringing for a while

Its that feeling again, the one of restlessness

I stand up to leave

She still looks through me,gazing at the door

Mumbling words that I can't construe.

I can't get her face out of my thoughts

Yet I can't get mine into her eyes

With that final unsettling thought, I finally leave the drab white room

Careful not to kill the fly or let it escape.

As the door closes behind me, I hear a ringing

Crushing darkness falls on me as I return to my reality.

My eyes open , my forehead sweaty, my breathing troubled.

I look up at the roof, pondering.

It had seemed so real, more so than reality

It had betrayed my mind

Tired, I stole back into the realm of dreams,

Bribing the guards with the balm of sense

And Unknown as much to the rest of the world, as to me

A fly buzzed over my heavy head.

FINALLY

He had been waiting for weeks,

But it had felt like a series of lifetimes.

he was looking forward to it,

Since the day he could.

For that moment,

Nothing would be more important.

He was in the sky, literally,

But his mind was in that room.

It looked everywhere for her,

That angel that lived there.

As he descended, his though gathered,

And it became clear, all of it.

The mind had not found her,

it looked in the wrong place.

And as the wheels touched the ground, exhilarating all his senses,

His mind looked into his heart.

The angel was there,

Surrounded by light.

 And as he looked into her eyes,

For that brief moment, he was whole

DONT HATE YOU

If I could look into your eyes,

And take it all away.

If I could dive into your heart,

And take it all away.

If I could sift through your memories,

And take it all away.

If I could delve into your thoughts,

 and take it all away.

If I could touch your cheek,

And take it all away.

If I could kiss you on your neck,

And take it all away.

If I could run my hands through your hair,

And take it all away.

If I could talk to you for those infinite hours,

And it take it all away.

I wouldn't.

Because I don't hate you.

DISGUST

He looks at himself in the mirror,

And looks away.

If he himself can't look at himself,

Who else will.

Disgusted, not with his looks but with what's inside,

He shuts himself out.

Feelings of love and affection are strangled at conception,

Those that survive are stowed away, deep within.

He looks not to want anybody again,

But he doesn't know that its all decided.

A stranger to friends,

Friends to much more.

Matures a connection,

One that is not intentional.

The complete eternal darkness in his being,

Is now obstructed my the tiniest spect of white.

It gives him hope of a future of some sort,

Even if not the usual.

At this point,He shall settle for anything,

A sliver or the cake in its entirety.

Its strange as The last time he checked,

Life was left over meatloaf.

Things were getting better,

Hope existed after all.

He is now changed for the better,

The reason is known to him alone.

The initial disgust had,

 but hampered his habit of looking into mirrors.

Walking across a shop one day,

He saw his eye in a shard of glass.

What he saw surprised him,

As now the disgust had gone away.

All that was left in that eye,

Was the reason and reason alone

COLOUR

My life is black and white,

You're the one that makes it right.

You imbibe colours into my life,

Of setting suns and cake knives.

All hues experienced are because of you,

Thousands of days, and of midnights few.

Being the rainbow of my sky,

Please be there till I fly.

I hope for you I can be the same,

Be the colour of you life's game.

And when I enter into the void,

Soul immortal, body destroyed.

Ill look over you night and day,

Wouldn't have it any other way.

AWRY

He spent his nights,

Gazing into the sky.

An old habit,

When things went awry.

On thinking about,

That girl so sweet.

His heart pounding,

Dancing in the street.

However he had,

Now lost that right.

At the end of the tunnel,

There glowed no light.

For those moments,

He'll forever remember.

His world is cold since,

As if eternal December.

He walked around,

His heart ripped out.

He hears no one,

Whisper or shout.

He closes his eyes,

And sees her face.

And when opened,

 his heart would've raced.

But he never knows,

what his heart feels.

Away from him,

Eternally infront of her, It kneels.

It shall be there,

Forever more.

Till he passes,

Into eternal snore.

Even after that,

It may persist.

For she's such,

That it can't resist.

Death itself,

would feel contested.

 If it were to,

Cross his path unrequested.

He hides the pain,

 in his eyes.

His face smiles,

Creating lies.

Not from her though,

It can't be done.

To all the world,

Except one.

Beneath his surface,

It now lies.

Writhing in pain,

Till it flies.

Although that is,

Not likely to be.

Whatever happens,

He'll see.

To the rest of the world,

It stays unshown.

A potential seed,

Remains un sown.

Rather sown and uprooted,

Would describe this better.

Written and signed,

Yet unposted letter.

Confused

Taken in by the mimicry of void,

She left him thinking.

Into the bright light,

As he stares, blinking.

Trying to figure out this puzzle,

His mind races.

Here and there skipping beats,

Meanwhile his heart paces.

Trying to piece together,

What he has been left with.

Thinking about the loss,

His soul starts to writhe.

His body's now,

Numb with pain.

Nothing left to lose,

Everything's now to gain.

He always tends,

To put her in a spot.

Everytime he does,

In his chest he feels a knot.

But his pain,

Is nothing compared to hers.

And at this thought,

His insides stir.

He still holds on,

As if for dear life.

Not letting her go,

His feelings rife.

He wishes not to affect her,

In the negative way he partly does.

He wishes not to cause discomfort,

To the one he loves.

Apparently it seems,

One cannot be done without the other.

He tries to solve one problem,

Somehow gives rise to another.

Much farther than reality,

His dreams have begun to soar.

Ironic so much,

That his conscience now roars.

Telling him he's being selfish,

by keeping her in pain.

Making her lose,

To accentuate his gain.

He wants to find a way,

to make it all fit.

Without either having,

To take the hit.

He'll wonder on,

Forever more.

Till he folds to,

the eternal snore.

He finds it insignificant,

The supposed wear and tear.

And survives by the principle,

That life isn't fair.