FeTTeRED ..

I write 

And I erase

Like the wind takes away

Some stationary clouds 

And their existence

Without leaving a trail

Unlike the erased words

Which choke after being erased

Still murmur after 

I remove them from my page

I struggle to puke my thoughts

Maybe they don't need this air 

Maybe they feel shy

Maybe they leave some of their friends inside

Inside a closed soul 

How will they sound perfect then ?

The fettered erased words 

Neither written , nor erased .

He. ....

He clutches issues

Like rain grips the earth

He hesitates while he asks a few abrupt things

Like the soul hesitates before breathing a sin

He says he is ignorant 

Like a carefree bird encircling the clouds at dawn

He says he has seen life fall apart , gather 

Both phases emerging like inevitable branches of a tree

He says he has dissolved past

Like a tornado that gulps peace

He says he can go on this way

Like he knows , what his will be story like .

Like he is ,  time himself .

LoVe ...

To believe in Love is to be in love

When the fragile story moulds your mood

And you are upset because the hero couldn't nourish his dreams

When an eye brimming of Kohl stamps its darkness on your heart

A darkness where love will hide 

And light up the soul , to entrench meaning of its existence

The odd stranger smiles , and goodness wipes your agony over this mean world

How you wished , you never believed in this white page

A white page carved of mystery , insanity and goodness

A struggler meets life and loves to die for it

Till he breathes his last passion , standing and alive

How he wished , he could have hated the troubles his journey throws up

But then

Love would rip off every soul it rests in , and still be called 

Only love

150 posts old :) RanDom !

A few fresh drops is celebration 

A little downpour is wait

A bud beneath the porch is life

And a flower bloomed is survival

Never will the slog of the day , outshine , the ecstasy of the rain .

I guess some stains are only removed by universal tears .

I will drown , if you promise you will save me . I , like a two year old , still abide by my promises :)

The dashboard says I've turned 150 ! I'll beat every turtle on this planet ;) :P

rEal ?

Do you know that my secrets 

Are open in my nerves

Some entangled on face

Some superficially blue

But all verbally red in my traits

My picture , unclear and painted

Is still raw , because I have lived less , in years

And lived more , in instances

My annoyance , released with my ink

And my love , feeding my poem

My sanity , in my mistakes

And my judgement , in my denials

Maybe someday, I will be , for real to the world

For now I'm happy to exist , only in your story