Vicious Cycle of Love

I don’t know a lot
I am just singing sporadically in love
In love with you
I don’t know why I am falling a lot these days
thinking I should stop climbing all the time
onto your tree of indifference
and then you offer to love me
while letting me walk away
“You know... I love you...”
Your hands in your pockets,
Your eye staring at the ground
shinning at their triumph of perfect timing
and I am spell bound
I walk away,
only to walk into your arms again
Just one more day
one more kiss, one more touch
and we are done
I keep thinking while dreading our ending
wanting to be with you once more
spinning into vicious cycle of love
again and again

29-11-2009

Escape in Silence

A whisper...
A drop of rain
A rose bud;
Its petals scattered on a clear glass
Little bit of red;
Little bit of translucence
An emotion
Yes, something...
Something profound

A sigh...
Feeling of all feelings
I am paralysed;
I am content
immersed in you
Yes... I travel to the heavens
and beyond,
and I am staring in your dark eyes
while lying on top,
all at the same time

My heart...
and its knocking at your doorsteps;
and the green mountains
and our secret hiding place
Yes, it beats for you
Yes, it races a million light years
Can you feel it?
Then it explodes with its containment
Can you feel it?

Rainbow,
and colours of my smile
for a moment;
Then I am alone
Clock ticks
Then I am held by your sight
held within our flight
Yes, we can escape
So shall we escape again?
In silence

Written on 4th July 2009
Refined on 11th September 2009

Momentary Lapse

Momentary Lapse

What I have become is what you cannot be
as I have pledged to walk unto the unseen.
You are my love, a slow rising river, of lust, of love;
Shall I dare bathe in your cavernous skin?
You, a gentle breeze that dwells upon my shores of freedom;
Shall I dare breathe you in?
Yes dear, I must see what lies beyond this illusion of reality
that contains me within.
It is what cannot be touched or felt
without the echoes of our past and everything in between.
So hold my hand
and ride with me on the wings of my dreams
until I descend
upon where no one has ever been.
Let me erect pillars of your praise and let me pray in my ignorance
that I am likely to be forgiven and be redeemed
for your sins that were forgotten in our momentary lapse
and that now are mine.

7th-8th September 2009

U N T I T L E D

I have forfeited all illusions of reality
but you seem to dwell upon my qualms
Yes, I am in love with you
and I am in need of a few miracles to stay alive
Yet the sorrows and wisdoms of my prayers
seem to dwindle away in a haze of my shortcomings
and just when I feel I am done for
you endow me with your heart
How shall I carry it my sweet?
So ethereal is my world of love
driven on a whim of lust
troubled by emotions so profound and philosophical
I cannot think, for my head overflows with thoughts
and I cannot run, for I will not be without a notion of you
So shall I just cease to exist?
After all it’s a mere dream-felt world of you and I
that could only sustain vapours of our future together
The only trouble is,
there is no us; there never will be.

29th August 2009

F E E L

In my rawness, I attend to thee.
I am not quite sure of myself
and I am not quite sure of this void within me.
I praise thee and kneel before thee.
Yet, I hear no declaration
and so I turn to my solace and prepare myself to drawn within it.
I question this emptiness that blanks out pages of what is yet to fall upon me.
So I think to myself “This is the end or so it seems.”
Yet somehow my existence carries onto the unforeseen
and I become free of emotion and all else that contains me.
I am dying of this numbness and wandering hopelessly in my prayers
for search of who I was and where I have lost myself.
I need to gather me and my remnants,
so I can be whole again that laughs, weeps and feels.
These words that I write shall bear no meaning until that time comes.
This ‘here’ and this ‘now’ shall not matter until I feel again.
Make me feel...

11 January 2009

C E A S E

Cease that what is now...
cease provoking your soul.
God up above has a funny feeling about this Asima.
God, I no longer feel your gentle hand above my head.
I don’t see your shelter that had covered me from all else.
Why do you frown upon me while I have been a little girl?
What bad is there in the good I feel?
I question my integrity every day and think of you seldom.
I have failed to exist shamelessly
and for what cause do I repent?
Cease that what is now...
cease provoking your mind.
I have sparkles in my eyes
and you will see the rainbow colours in my smile.
I paint my cheeks petal-pink
and my lips’ colour is that of crimson red.
Then why do I see a colourless canvas in front of me?
I let myself fall through the chasms of hope
only to find you at the bottom of each disappointment
and I am reminded time and again that you will always be there.
Cease that what is now...
cease provoking your heart.
I walk among the crowd of those who have fallen for me.
They keep falling and withering away for me,
playing with my broken strings
and my symphonies are their perfect songs.
Yet I am without love
with no one to take what I have to give.
Who do I fall for and who do I wither for?
And so in my despair I turn to you and in my despair I rebel against you.
Here is where I begin and here is where I end.
In your abode is where I come to life
and in your abode is where I cease to exist.
Everything then ceases to be...

08 January 2009 - 10 January 2009