~Silhouette~

The stars were laid out
I was free
Nothing could hurt me

I stepped up for a dance
I tripped over
Tip-toed into
a charade of romance

I saw me
The love was mine
Beautiful in the reflection
But only reflection

The stars were laid out
You must shine
You smelted desires
I was left to stare
My residual bare
The love was mine
Dousing all fires

How could I resent
The stars were laid out
I saw me
I wore plum to your ashen

The long love that was mine
Today, its silhouette
Shrugs off the slur
Its silence resonates

The stars refuse to come out
I see you plead
The unforgiving love
I wouldnt slough the scabs
Will it still bleed?

Top of Form

Bottom of Form

~A Part of You~

I can never get enough of you    

I will take a part of you

A little of your smile

That consumed me

A little of those drenched eyes

That thundered like the dark clouds

Which, would never rain

I can never get enough of you

I will take a part of you

A little of your passion

That gave wings to my unspoken desires

A little of your silence

That silences the calm in me

I can never get enough of you

I will take a part of you

A little right of you

A little wrong of me

Till a point where,

It didn’t matter anymore. 

~Khaksar Manzil~

Once Elevated gates,
Drooping now,
Disappointment gravitates,
Unhouses longings.

Once a spirited hallway,
Now mentions its bare-bricks,
As their dressings strip.

The central cornice,
Clasping the ornate mirror,
Beheld all beauty.
Now a dead slab,
With sobbing secrets.

The Dinner table,
Bustled at breakfast,
Now taken away,
For it would last,
Longer than the wobbly chairs.

An elaborate open kitchen,
Barbequed in the backyard.
Now imprisons charred mittens,
And an odd life in a climber
Lined with pink flowers,
Chirpy Creepers confide,
In the little boulevard.