The fallen...

A few,sweaty walls...

The depth resides
Crumbs of a brittle light,lingering,in
The forgotten glory of an aftermath...



A pair of tender hands,and feet,draws
The distances of her universe,at
The forbidden address, of a sudden growing up...

She wears a filthy poster...



The mercury of a daylight,is a stranger...

The stars of a night sky,long for her..... 

A poetry,I will be...

Lengths of a drenched blanket,put aside,in
The lone skies,you called yours
A morsel of the sun's character,I will be...



Penned at the length of an erstwhile,and infinity
The memoirs of time,amidst
I remain,washed in the dirt of your today...

Crumbs of a pastel,in the monochrome city...



The glass windows of your room,obvious
The droplets hung,splashed in them

A poetry,I will be.....

Whatever...

I didn't know what it was...

A fiction,an actuality,or
Just a bad dream...



The hand held,even last night,was
Lost to the ashes of a broad daylight...


The warmth between,had turned a lie,to
The day's truth...



Or,maybe all of it was,beyond
The clenches of a familiar equation...


Whatever it was,or wasn't.....

The flying letter...

The stale sleep of a yesterday,drowned in

What remained,of a morning coffee...

The tired dreams of someday,hang from

A cobweb,forgotten...

The streets walked,a while ago,lie

Bathed,in the dirt of another busy feet...

The difference within,remains in

The hands of a wall clock,accustomed...

All of it written,amidst the crowd of inexpensive pages,in

The flying letter.....

Soliloquy...

Come,sit with me...

It's been quite some time,since
I heard you...


He smiled at me...


Tell me a story...


All that remained of,being said
Forgotten,off a busy habit,and
An urbane confusion...



I sat with me,over

A cup of coffee.....

Independence...

A brittle leaf of history shreds,as
Another inglorious hooligan screams freedom...


The martyr of an erstwhile
Forgotten,in the dirt,gathered within...


The desire to be a rare,lies,in
Decades of a vocable,misread...


That remains,of neglect,isn't
Summed,in a day's remembrance...



Independence is,looking for yourself

Beyond the mask.....

Imagine...

Imagine,if...

It could be,the way
You had imagined...



The dreams could walk
The length of your eyelashes,off
A twilight slumber...


The actuality within,could be written,in
The kohl of your eyes,off
An unnecessary fiction...



Imagine.....

I couldn't write a scribble...

I thought...

The length of an entire day...


Thoughts,there were a lot of them,yet
My pages,a bloodless white...


I had missed the tide...


A few cigarette ends,and
Crumpled pages,countless...


They were all,of
My untold poetry...



I couldn't write a scribble.....

You were gone...

You had left my door...

Or,probably
You had never arrived...


Maybe,it was just
One more of the lies,that
Fell,off your careless lips...


I had lived your fiction,till
It could last...



I woke,off a sleep,and

You were gone.....

I had lost me...

I wanted to cry,but
I had lost my tears,to
The rain,within...


I wanted to scream,but
I had lost my voice,to
The city mongrels...


I wanted to undo,one by one
Every single lie
I had told me,but...



I had lost me.....

A storyteller...

I'm just a storyteller...


The crumbs of a love,fallen
The filth,that couldn't be washed away
The one dream,of a myopic
The essays,of an everyday...


I carry,all of it,within...


I sit down to write,each of them,yet
There isn't a scratch in my pages...



Some things will never be written,and

I'll be just a storyteller.....

I've grown up...

I had once woken,in
The middle of a night,to
A nightmare...


It's not the usual,anymore...



Everyday,as life unfolds
In ways,more intricate,than
The farthest of a fiction...

I sleep to a nightmare...



They say

I've grown up.....

The songbird...

The songbird sings again,from
Within the rusted metallic beams,to
My coffee cup mornings...


She sings,not to me...


She sings to another
She had once befriended...


The singular dream,painted across
The feathers,of a tired wing...



She sings to the desire,of

An unplanned independence.....

A love lost lullaby...

The silence,you had gifted
Lies forgotten,in my scribbles...


The pastels,you had brought along
Consumed,off time...


The story,you wanted me to write
Inked,in my lone skies...


The scent,you had left behind
Washed off,everyday,a bit of it...



The city sleeps,to
A love lost lullaby.....

The pursuit of happiness...

I stood blank,at the mirror...

Together,we walked out,in
The pursuit of happiness...



I need to be happy...

I complained to him...


At the end of a dusk,waits
A fresh daylight...


I refused his presence...



I walked the streets,alone,in
The pursuit of happiness.....

I needed some sleep...

A thought crossed me,as
I dusted the dirty linen of my bed...


The thought of a dead tomorrow...



Tomorrow,at the break of dawn
I wouldn't wake up,of habit
Off another night's sleep...


The mandates of a timekeeper
The thousand stories of an everyday
They would all be,meaningless...



I needed some sleep.....

A madman...

I wanted to be a madman...



A drizzle of a city crowd,amidst
A bit of an unreasoned soliloquy...


The thick kohl and a lipstick,in between
Wearing the mud and filth,of a highway...


All of a monochrome reasoning,across
Lies,my unnoticed nonsense...


The lives,penned in the sands of an hourglass
Forgotten in them,my mistakes...



My desire,to be a madman.....

The fall of a dusk...

My city walks back home,at
The dawn of a dusk...



Untold stories,and accustomed lies
Linger,tired in a day's traffic...


The metallic streets sleep,to
A filthy lullaby...


A barbet loses her voice,to
The stale song,of a city crow...



You walk the road,another day,unnoticed
The fall of a dusk.....

The waves had broken my shores...

She wasn't there...


Wiped,off the sands of time
She was forgotten,in the depths of an endless...



She would come to me,in
A night's sleep,hold my hand...

Her lips would tremble,and
A whisper would say it all...



I wanted to dance in the rain
I wanted to breathe the fresh mountains,but

The waves had broken my shores.....

The dream of a fly...

She did fly,one more time
Carrying the fresh filth of a today...


Her frail wings fluttering
The depths of an hourglass...


She had a life to live,but
Not a dream to sleep...


The nasty bristles smelled,of
A rusted routine...



The pastels had been forgotten,with

The dream of a fly.....

The last leaf...

I had gifted her a seed,once...


She splashed,and nursed it,with
The whole of her...



All,of what remains today,is
The last leaf...


And yet,she waters it as if
It was the first...



I hide my nightmares.in
The veil of a night's sleep...



Till,the last leaf falls.....

Many a few...

Many a thing was said,at
The depth of an unreasoned silence,and
A cloud of smoke...



Many a more was drowned,in
The fungus of a city crowd,and
A bit of a roadside crumb...



Many a life,baked,in
A bit of cumin and mustard...



Many a more,rephrased,by
Many a few.....

I would be gone...

There would be a day,when
All of it would be,meaningless...



The words you had saved,for
A tomorrow,that wasn't there...


The story in your crumpled pages
No one would hear again...


The one dream,you wanted to gift,would
Never wake,off a night's sleep...



The desire would still be there,but

I would be gone.....

To be continued...

They were never there...

Meant for an end...



A paper boat in the city's puddle
A dried petal in my journal...


The splash of a rain,in my lone skies
The glimpse of a smile,my silver lining...


They are my people...


They are the intervals,in
The whole,of my poetry...



To be continued.....

My dark fairytale...

The busy city traffic,in between
A few moments,a cup of coffee...


The familiar clouds,and a monochrome sky
A few pastels,you had left behind...


The singular cobweb in a lone corner
A dream,slipped,off a careless lip...


The thorn of a rose,clung to it
A morsel of my warmth...



A thousand dirty feet,and my Howrah bridge,amidst
Lies,my dark fairytale.....

The me,within...

The kohl of your eyes,relished in it
A tired mask,my own...

Forgotten,in the city's filth...



The wristwatch,you described in
My life sketch...

Soaked,in the first dawn's dewdrops...



The whole of a residue,left in between
Penned,amid six strings,a few et cetera...



Over a cup of tea,I realise

The me,within.....

Where the end is endless...

I will meet you,at sunrise,in
My skies,beyond the scars of ethic...



A few charred lips,speak of
Innocence,from a curtain of deceit...


The whole of a public morality
Hangs,from the cobweb of a traffic...


There is a lot more to a memoir,than
The textbooks of virtue will ever know...



Where the end is endless...

I will wait for you,at the break of dawn.....

The road wasn't the usual...

I stood at the dawn,of
A couple of roads,parallel...



One of them,matured,and shabby
The other,smelling of fresh,wild grass...


I had to walk a road,for
Parallels could never meet...


My fingers,they smelled of fresh filth,and
People called me different...



I was never a rare,just that
The road wasn't the usual.....

There lies a tomorrow...

There lies a tomorrow...



Beyond the day's setting sun
Away,from the repeated mistakes of an immediate...


All,that had to be written,and
Yet,had remained,but untold...


The dreams that were missed
The thoughts of a desired new...


A sleep,unfinished
That had been left behind...



There lies a tomorrow.....

A dream,she never dies...

There will come,a tomorrow...



Everything you wanted,will
Walk to life,off the shackles
Of a night's sleep...


You'll know...

The cuts and bruises,your own
They were reasoned,of worth...


Every yesterday,who had questioned,will be
Washed off,in the first rain...



You had to live.....