Cascading truth

“A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.” ― Alfred Tennyson Cascading truth tucked and compressed buried under the dearth of lies And layers and layers of false reasoning I couldn't find my way out through this pile This swamp of lies angst and pain This quagmire of broken dreams Is taking …

Putty

“Even the most beautiful of the stars are taken for granted night after night.” ― Veronika Jensen My heart is  broken, smashed, squelched countless times broken, shattered, splintered  in million pieces it has suffered enough no amount of assurance  and a lesson in life  can keep it  from  shredding, tearing, breaking How do you survive? you ask, …

New Me

I smell blood in the water I see sharks all around me heartbroken, downtrodden wandering in search of you finding a way out of this labyrinth the hope keeps burning and the flickering flame never meets its death I'm crossing mountains getting drenched in rivers half drowned, gasping for breath with a parched soul and knees …

Jealousy

When I want you I want you all not in bits and pieces Never want to share traces of you with anybody at all the sun which shines on you and lights up your face takes away the moment of you facing my way the wind which blows and touches your skin steals away the moments of …

Hollow

Why do we feel empty inside? Why do we feel hollow inside? stripped of our emotions  why do we feel numb inside when the emotions are raging  anger and pain are roaring and all the feelings are screaming and squealing as hard as they can.   Why do we feel hollow inside? When there is a …

Funny ( Micro poetry)

Mercy

I'm living at your mercy waiting for your sweet glance to get caught by my hungry eyes I'm trying breathlessly to get close to you to get brushed by your skin or elbowed by you hiding in the plain sight almost invisible to you your silhouette is  marked on my soul your perfume arouses the  deep …

My beautiful night

The dark engulfs your sorrows and pains and paint a different shade of happiness A different shade of grey The night paint kohl in your eyes underline the magic in your gaze; it casts the spell of  your tantalizing looks turning my wishes ablaze Takes me, the stranger into the whirlwind of your desire; spins me …

High

I'm breathing you in and exhaling out taking puffs of you and making clouds. I'm drunk on you intoxicated by your love with wine-stained lips I'm calling out your name Can't get more of you seeping you into my soul churning my love out. I'm high on you Am feeling dizzy dreaming of us together swirling around wrapped in …

Wishful thinking

What if the day never ends and sun never sets on the horizon the time never moves it just floats and loves stays in the sweet embrace uninterrupted What if the day never ends and lovers are not split apart the sweet fragrance of the reunion keeps seeping in the air What if the day …

Man-The Imperfectionist

We are so perfect about managing our imperfections Watching them grow every day Making sure that they have been cared properly We are so keen to bring out the flaws in everyone Forgetting about our own flawed mortality We are so eager to dive deep into the oblivion Chest thumping about out snowflake level existence …

Poem “Surreal”- Performed in the Wildsound Festival, Los Angeles

Poetry Performed in the WildSound Festival. Here is the link to the video. Floating and gliding endlessly with my languid self and ephemeral heart bending time like those molten clocks touching that gossamer truth with the touch of my fingertips so fleeting the enchanted filigree living on the edge between the edges of the reality dreaming …

Aftertaste

In response to the Tuesday Prompt at the GodogGoCafe As we drank and gulped the last two shots of tequila burning down my throat and numbing the pain that I have to endure from this day and ever It was part celebration and part funeral for our love memoir A celebration of all the precious joyous …

Voice

When I heard you the first time I shifted my gaze to look for you in that crowded room your deep-throated voice stirred something inside my soul and started something I didn't know   When I heard you the first time I felt as if you have called out to my sleeping soul and shook me …

The circle

From the stars we came, and to the stars we return. ― Jack Campbell, Relentless Yes this could be the truth The moment you are waiting for The quest for life The unveiling we all been waiting for You wait for this to happen To happen all your life Heart has been pounding Ears listening …

Old habits

I got too close to you I was drawn towards you like a moth to a flame My fingers were itching to touch you to feel your shiny existence I got too close to you close enough to feel the warmth of your simmering soul but then instead of feeling the cozy warm lingering sensation …

Memories

This is where it was beautiful This is where it hurts the most This is where I made the most pleasant memories That is where I regret the most This was there everything stopped This is where everything started to fester. This is where the night became the day There was where rolled another day …

Nostalgia

“how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet” ― Robert Browning Hidden between the pages of my favorite book or lying as crushed petals between those folds scenting and filling up my senses will all the nostalgia all the days and nights there have been and many more Sleeping quietly as …

Comparison

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close …

Broken ( Micro poetry)

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Soulmates (Micro poetry)

The language of love

How do you define the language of love?

Boomerang

You push me to the edge and bring me back like a boomerang I keep coming back to you self-oscillating between  the realms of dreams and reality I keep looking for fragments hidden everywhere of you shreds of reality dig deep into my soul carving the image of my forlorn love maybe if you stretch my …

Next Time

Inspired by the sudden downpour and the beautiful weather which opens up after the rains, I wrote this poem. Hope you enjoy this poem. Please share your thoughts in the comments section. "So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows …

Puzzled

You left me puzzled confused and bedazzled by all the questions you had for me; I was left wondering in my deep heart how the memories of my sunken past was so significant to thee; Confused and irritated and believing in the love I confined it all; You seemed so agitated as you had no past …