Is it even worth it?

All the blood and the violence and
the tearing apart
What could have been a flower
Turned into brutal hearts

What could have been resolved
With words and understanding, but you chose
to show power by bleeding your own people
And then with more killing

At His mercy, we were given power
So we could bring people to life
But all those acts of gratitude
By people who only connive

All Your Faces

All your faces, mere illusions
Mask beneath masks, the farther I went
The more I speculated reality- the weight of it
Or mayhaps the burden
On my frail outlines, I tried to hold
Only to crumble down on me
The closer I became to you
More distant I felt and stranger
I grew
Every moment I spent
When our eyes met, smiles synced, secrets lent
Your proximity felt imaginary
It could be, I share too much and trust
Too much and you- adept in the art of camouflage
And fooling me
But
Oh, beware, as I observe and just as cunning
To reach your core, when you lay bare
With your truth, facing right back
At you.

Silence Was My Guide

(To all those who have the courage to stay quiet and calm during days of the storms.)

Silence was my guide-

When your words stung me

Wounding and unkind

Callous deep inside.

Silence was my guide-

As I only became a mere observer

And decided to remain quiet

Petty sulking in my own melancholy.

Silence was my guide-

When thoughts of my own

Hazed the ground under me

Pulled down by my own mind.

Silence was my guide-

As I lay, in my insomnia

Thinking of the closest to me

Such enemies, how could they be?

Sanity

The minute hand passing by

Pages turning over

Nietzsche and then Karl Marx

Philosopher after philosopher

Trying to make sense of my vanished balance

Still squandering, dust within my fingers

Gracefully falling

On dissipating grounds beneath my feet

Serenity evaporated through that ground

Only to be vanquished by what was more

Powerful- my mind.

Answers, not even one held. As they watched,

Through the glass, all the passer-by’s, between

The books and pages, staring back. Right at me.

A Girl’s Beauty, ‘Tis Whole

A girl’s beauty, ‘tis whole

As a full new moon

Leaving her trails on this earth

Where she walked.

Amidst the darkness, the curve of her back

Like the crescent moon and the shine

Her gazes strewn

Meander through the gaps ‘tween

Your fingers and the shady trees

Yet,

Be careful! You love her too sweet

Poison in disguise, it might be

For her eyes are aught but that of a cat’s-

Vicious and innocent

Preying, desperate to catch.

My Heart, Twas Still

The facade above my head,

with cotton clouds, it filled.

My heart shell’d by the cage

in deluge of thoughts, it was still.

Butterflies and memories

gathering around me, as 

the pink of the sinking sun

through the horizon, it spilled. 

My gazes, adrift

an off-road train.

From my hands, they fell

given by you- immaterial daffodils. 

Traces of the vase, now near my feet

Not a single blood of mine

it would spill, as

my heart in deluge, twas still. 

Your Smile

And in those rare instances when we spoke, when I tried to maintain my equilibrium, my thoughts, when I tried to remain calm on the inside, it would all work. But then you would smile- mischievously and the corners of your eyes and your mouth would form soft crinkles, it would be like light radiating at the end of the tunnel. I would indulge myself in it, without knowing and I knew how that one action of yours was enough to capture a thousand hearts, even if you didn’t want to. It was infectious, almost like a disease, but a good one. I was unsure of how far our un-begun story would go, but when you smiled at me, it was like love knocking at the doors of my heart.  

Under Her Skin, Above His Bones

Note/Thought: This is not another sentimental or melodramatic poem about unrequited love, although they do tend to get the best of me; but this poem is about the similarity that runs within humankind- underneath our different looks and the ideals we follow and the rules that we hold ourselves up to, we all are the same when we are stripped naked.

***

Under her skin

and above his bones

components akin-

honey and venom.

Blue and red,

veins they run

connected like dots

as places on a map.

Sins we commit

and angels, we claim to be

the flesh covering us, our lies

thicker than that.

Sweet and flowy,

red like rose,

crests and troughs, the curves

of our bodies, they move.

A breath he takes,

a breath she leaves

their joy in flakes

each one, they grieve.

Our thoughts are thin

we are the same-

under her skin and

above his bones.

***

Love & Fear: Part I

Love-

through shapes and forms

and sizes and energies.

Through gazes and words

and touches and hope.

Bountiful and deep

like the oceans.

All expressed through crashes

of waves, dancing with thunder

and sometimes through

the tranquil and rhythmic movements

of the water that keeps our hearts

afloat.

Like the spring flowers-

blooming, pure and delicate

augmented by the passerby. 

***

Thought: Love and fear are two ends of the spectrum that drive people to do the things that they do, which is why it is often so easy to confuse them both with each other.

The Flower I Never Bloomed Into

You wanted me to be one of those flowers-

bursting with exuberance and

dripping bright colors.

Pink, red or maybe yellow?

The flower that was there in every bouquet,

the one always plucked first,

the one found in gardens of houses

with pretty facades.

But I grew into a flower-

quiet and unwashed.

Growing along with the creepers

on the desolate and dilapidated frontiers.

Observing from a shy distance,

the untrue faculties of the world.

My words in a masquerade of  silence and fear.

But you never seek to appreciate, respect or understand 

my beauty. 

But how unfair,

for beauty is bestowed in every soul

and so we are told

but rarely heed.