LiquiD EyeS

It is cloudy today.
The Rays Of Sun,
Engrossed in the Hide and Seek game with the pale leaves of Life,
Are enhancing the contrast between Shadow and Light.

Now!! The rays are becoming bright,
The inside of this dark room is illuminated.
The non-Platonic desire,
The lustful feelings,
All seem to be swarming,
Out of the Window.





The wrinkles on the bed,
Indicates,
An earthly body was present,
In the night that has passed.
The solitary confinement,
With disturbing thoughts inside the Brain,
Craving for a little affection,
But gaining only pain....
All these have become,
The elements of daily Life.

So the leaves that were green once,
Are yellow today,
After fighting a long battle,
And emerging victorious at the end,
Only at the cost of its evergreen feelings.

The clouds will move eastward,
And will enshroud another dream,
Maybe after revealing mine!!

With that hope,
We Just Dream On....

ConceaLmenT

Today when the sun was about to set,
When the crimson colored sky was flaunting all her glory,
I suddenly realized that I am so very lonely...
Lonely like a dew drop on the leaflet of a climber!!!
Or rather, like a single sky-lark trying to avoid the company of clouds....
And to get rid of my loneliness, I committed a murder...



I killed my thoughts,
went to the toilet,
washed off the blood,
shaved off my beard...
When suddenly my thoughts suffered reflection on the mirror and bounced back in an enquiring form:-

"Is concealing so easy?"

Left speechless for a while, the Object recovered, observed and finally realized,




Concealing may not be easy, but it is better than revealing at times!!!

ThoughtS

Natural Explosives have become fanatic,
The sun is BrighT!
But still a Gay wind is blowing.
It's not something you call a breeze or a storm,
It's just a pleasant wind, a soothing one!

The sky is a clear blue canopy-a scintilla of dynamic clouds,
Birds flying here and there,
An unknown tune of nature.
(Not the melancholy one of historic importance)

The trivial, concrete jungle in the midst of natural beauty,
Iron made arrows piercing the Troposphere,
Ozone holes....Harmful U-V rays,
Expected cremation of the Dreamgirl.

Pieces of glass scattered everywhere,
Sand, stone-chips, ferric rods all around,
A haunted dream,
And then, a final salvo.

Going ballistic and being myself,
Self-confliction and intoxication,
Exhaustion ( of the Green Green grass of home!)
Nothing matters...

The inner feud between two age-old concepts,
Convention and Unconventional,
Disciplinarian and Bohemianism,
Wed-crawlers and Web-designers,
Open relations and restrictions...

A sudden mental stimulation,
Recapitulation and obdervation...
It's 1:30 pm,
A long time for the sun to set,
A sense of realization enters into my cranium....

What? That was not figured out!
Everything seeping up through the air,
Upward and upward.

A black spot!
Sorry! a hole in fact.
Sorry once again!
It's indecipherable.

Downward and upward motion,
momentum and energy,
Oscillations...
What is it?
Pain...Flesh....Blood....Fear?
I know nothing.

Maybe...a "mere" Oblivion...
....
......
........
A final conclusion with a clear clarification-
I must say it was a Resurrection!!!