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.....