BUT...

“In the night will the silver stars glitter,

In my heart will the butterflies flutter,

In the breeze will I hear your song,

In my dreams will you float along,

In your eyes will my heaven stretch afar,

BUT I wont ever know who you are….”

The cry

Black corpses and shattered fleshes…

Chaos, smoke and wreckage….

Smell of fresh blood lingers in the air

he is there, in that inferno,
running legs nearly stamping him, the wretched tot….

       

His bleeding hands,

Clutching a broken bangle of his lost little sister,

He sits,

Near a handful of ashes and bones-his mother,

He cries and cries all alone,

But this deaf, insane world will never hear

Flowers so bright and vivid

Bloomed in his dreams once….

Now they all wilt in the burning war…

He, now an orphaned, tattered kite,

in this black sky……

The lost love, the blithe childhood,

He will never find again

His little heart will be numb,

His weak eyes will be vengeful soon….

Though far away is he

His cry pierces the silence of this night

Rings badly in my ears,

His cry, a nightmare,

a sharp sword deep into my soul…

The song of a soul.

Free from my transient tomb,

Where I was enchained,

here I am, the immortal me,

floating over this azure ocean, under the moon light,

like a serene feather in the zephyr…

Even in her darkest hours,

Rich yet elegant is she, young nature…

Her splendor enthralling me, dazing me, even a void soul….

Ah! How well have thee painted the world,

with thy colours of nature…

As these glittering stars, and this silent night

lull me now

alone, alone and alone I glide,

losing my way to heaven….

who am i?

Sometimes in my sky,

The sun forgets to rise,

drowning me in the darkness.

Somewhere far, the dark beasts wait,

to pounce upon me,to tear me apart...

Breathing fear, forgetting to scream

I run,

along this narrow winding road,

this empty mundane lane.

I fall, I bleed…

Who am I?

A blind butterfly dying in the dark?

A lonely loser without even a shadow?

The shaky stranger in me?

In this big bad world

I know,

I am nobody……..

Red Rose...

Promises were broken and they parted

Leaving the red rose behind…

She lay there all alone.

Slept silently in the cold.

The Dewdrops were her tears in disguise…

A breeze gently kissed her cheeks,

But it couldn’t carry her fragrance afar,

Because she was withering.

Like those separated. Empty, loveless, hearts,

her petals scattered…

Unnoticed, crushed and young,she died

And faded away

Her untold story died along….

The once, beautiful red rose

Now sleeps deep down the earth

Alas! How many like her……….

              

dream...

It is a dream. A dream, as hollow as a bubble.......

That’s the reason why, your smile did not become my lullaby and why your heartbeats did not smoothen my wrinkled soul and why I never met you and why there is no YOU........