CoNJuGatiOn

emBRaCinG;OverWHelMING..
thE DaRKness SO sOOTHing...
touches the light within,

engulfing it in itself..
drinking every drop of it
the darkness turns light itself

not to dim
not to benight
but to keep it vivid and bright...

drinking the darkness
eating the light
standing on the brink of day and night....

Burning the self,
for churning the light.
enwrapping the self

for hiding the sight,
of whats that is there
deep down inside,

the DArkness within
or
the FiRe InSiDe....

Ablaze

she covers herself
with d blanket of darkness
revealing herself
to the airy ablaze.

with the cold seeping in
she caress him
with the tender touch
abrasive sometimes

wails of night
fall to her ears
with the sound of laughter
that give her a cheer

some sell some fight,
n some just burn
to see the winter day's light.
but he sits there

far from the day
far from the night,
he, who doent burn mid-night lamp
or day time plight ,

in her lap
far from the day
far from the night,

...

duniya ki iss bheed main
kyon chillati hai ye khamoshiyan
har us agle mod pe
kyon dhagti hai ye nadanian.

rota hoon main sissak sissak ke
jo dekhu us haste chehre ko.
jo haste to hai par hoti hai usme pareshaanian.

likhta hoon main apni kismet.,
naa jaanu main un lakeeron ko,
jinpe chalte hain log
pakde apni zanzeeron ko.

zakhmo ko kureda maine
apne dard ko mitane ke liye.
apno ko hi choda maine,
apne banane ke liye.
ab chalta hoon in rahon main
tanha ekdum.
sunta hua un khamoshiyon ko
jo karrahati hai
duniya ki iss bheed main.

serenity painted death

another quiet evening has begun n he sat there counting each tick that came from a rusty old clock that hung in d corner of his room. the clock wasnt the only rusty old thing, there was a closet which he seldom opened n there was a squeaky chair kept alongside a cheap study table which had a opening drawer which never worked wen needed. his room was quiet lively, he thought, painted with yellow, which looked pale due to its longevity and dimly lit bulb which was the only bearer of the light force in his room which otherwise had acquired a ghastly appearance. serene and quiet, but more in as unnatural way which gave out an errie silence almost deafning him at times.
that was not only the case with his room, the house itself was very quiet and seemed at peace. a peacefullness that was so aggresive that he thought of fleeing at times. but he didnt, knowing that only he could do something about it. he had to believe, in himself, and not jst try but he had to. there was no scope for trials, either it was done or not done.

it was a quiet winter evening when everything was normal in such an aberrant way that it disturbed him. "why was it so?" he thought to himself. "why is this normal?" he questioned, directed to nobody. as the evening sun shone red, he rose above the normal being and eyed for a better place, a place which was quite still not deafning. the sun gave out its light to him, he could feel the warmth n still caress the cool breeze. there he was where he wanted to be. the horizon was still too far and the birds flocked yet astray. the clouds were like a whirpool of colors having a tinge of orange n peach. the whirlpools of colors kept movin in his direction n he felt as if he could fly jst by spreadin his arms. the horizon figthin to tame the sun but he kept evadin it, the sign of the mortal beings still showed at the end. sanity they called it, from there he could see the 'frayed ends of sanity'. careless strokes of silver brushes in the sky made him feel he was part of it. we all are. the golden streaks turning into firey dragons caught his eye. as he drifted in this new world he wished it could b for d whole world. he couldnt hear the sounds below or the
mourning, complainin, chaterring, shouting, whispering, whining nor the sound of that deafning quiteness he was used to. it was all so beautiful n amazing. until the sun started givin up d fight n d golden streaks slowly turned to soft violet , n clouds looked more like fluffy toys from d the stores he used to peek into. and then there was darkness and still he was amazed at the beauty that it was all worth it. and "serenity painted death" once again.

eyes II

face lit with a gracious smile.

and eyes telling a truthful lie..

here she comes sparkling from a mile..

from a mile, she lives n comes alive.

from the fathom..

shes dead n struggles to fight.

with the pain in eyes,

thats so easy and so difficullt to hide.

oh god, i could see the ocean..

as the waves they appear from behind..

as she passes me by..

DEATH oh i saw death once,

in those eyes..

now its d sparkle of a thousand stars minus the sky.

but void still looms n i could see it right.

that d hope is still fightin

fightin that disguise.

d world would pray n pray would she.

for the life she had, and life to be.

the eyes would then jst shine so bright

like a million stars minus the sky...