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.....