in a mirage

I know you are not alien dancing from my skin, soul..
The moves where never moved down nor were the forced charade
But the churning carnation of love didn’t bloomed in between..
Some days were tainted so where the nights outspread

The feeling not whispered not seen not felt ..
To many possessions too many different way too much to find the back
When thy moves in different trail and the poles are stretched apart
The imminence is still one and all one in two unusual ways

The sun sets where the other rises and the darkness caused came brightness
And if its true then shall be the love as it goes down but comes back again..
The truth lies in the valley of forbidden truth and hidden by baseless..
The fury is still burning within and melting along with the cerebral…

Following the trails of uncontrolled natural calamity which I never seeked ..
But the congeniality was all blames for the desires, the vehemence for closeness..
Aah I was the one who was far from this all the time and in all the tides..
The lunar eclipse has turned the sea all calm and all settled within..

Tearing apart comse a yacht and the lines were left all over the sea…
The distance were more evident the lonely words showered its tears..
But it was not ready to be dispensed and all I got is that was a border..
I shall have not crossed nor allowed to jump sitting over the tides I screamed…

Comng was never gone thought streamed in from deep within..
Its just a wish dream which I was told go go go and …
Aah thy dream they dream thy dream I dream … should v not ??
I didn’t cared nor does any one so I did but what I got..

The falling line from the fire and the rain were all closed on my skin
Burnt yet not charnned the feeling was awesome some time not..
But I always see u again not fine not old not pale ..
Walking my mind to back to cold wind came the sweet words back from telephone..

Seemed lonely times when I could not find my friends
but I always saw u one more time again wish wish..
Its time for giving and dressed and love the magic which still rules
The cattle’s back from the greenery back to their domain

the coming herd was all heavenly but the best one the prettiest one
I screamed all aloud all searching for tyrant in the darkness fumbled..
Got up chased the greenery but where was it the darkness folded it it its own grave
The moonlight showed the sparkle and I not mere a spectator..
But was charred down when I reached their the feathers were their..
But the bird was oh the nest was unmoved waiting for the arrival
Was it too hard or had it lost its way some where or was the adobe no more the same..
I was standing in their with my arms spread .. but the till where It hat to be stretched

the burning orchid

I know my breaths have their own wee cause
The veins flamer once the blood stops oozing in them
I know my head won’t spin till it’s not the end
The thought would not excuse the words to be not

Traveled across the valley through the trains
Wishing no stain was left to the place
The foot marks were dissolving in its own evolution
The breaths dissolving in the cold heat of the heart,

Lurching in to a place where I was know to the unknown
Looking as if it was full of familiar ruse, let it unfold
But the parched journey to the ruse of brut truth
Found the valley full of the sacrifice and untold truth of the demise

Blooming flowers have their own colors to flaunt
But the reek just choose to elude them and run off
And the orchid which none of their own lost is parched
Feeling the fragrance but where and how, gazing to void

The flow of coil over them though making it pale
But the swing taking the aroma of the bud
The unblemished sun leaves nothing but the vehement colour
The dews make it as pious as it is so naïve

Running from it’s own evolution to its own unsaid demise
These shrubbery reside all, for a smile receptive yet deceptive of the dew
For those twinkling eyes, those sparking colours, those nectar suckers
But yet never complain when they look at the petals living them one by one

The moments that shape the life where all alike as if not
The stranger came not with a dagger but leave the acquaintance
Walking with the heard voice in to the darkness was wise
But the prudence of a strange unworldly words were quite deafening

The self denials of the truth lead to the demise
Looking at the fallen leaves with all pale in colour they never smile
The eyes which hover and hover for the petals would never shiver
The drying aroma of the fresh air from the nectar mesmerizes

Yet stand hoping these would not change and once again come over
Living not as if smitten but only with the truth to tell
The burning lure of the flora shall come to one
Untold unfolded and though absent, in cruel palms it shall be free


The fragrance is still their and choose not fade off
Flow of fresh air though scanty slaps the gape too hard
The fell of which is not new too old and pleasant but a bit wee
Fighting the stand to defy the clout it choose to rest alone

The fire in itself would fuel the life and yet chained to it
curls not unwinding themselves but hurting themselves to smile
The dawn would flutter though cramped in itself from the last
Gazing to the first as if it’s not varying though it has indeed