The Colourblind

She' s Dark ,They say.
All of her.
Her thoughts,
Her actions,
Her parable confessions,
And the repurcussions,
Of her camaraderie.
Her music seems morose,
With the minor chords,
Her words, seem philosophical,
"Sad But True" kind of riddles.

She's Bright Sometimes,
They say so too,
When the sun is up and beaming,
After a pouring night,
She shines like a diamond,
The dusky coat, glistens like sand.
She smiles and jokes
 and laughs and pokes,
 She drinks to the gifts of life.

How can she be both,
Dark and Bright?
Is there someone else,
living inside?
Alas, my friends, the commoners,
It is not as simple as you think.
There is no dark or bright,
Black or white,
Every mood paints you with a distinct color,
It is just a matter of perspective.

Bottled Up

And the confined stream comes gushing out,
Obliterating the barriers,deprived of solace.
Into the ocean ,as the sound seems lost,
Fading into the Saffron's grace.
 

Red

A glass of liquor,
An escort to my reverie,
Dim-lit ambience,
Waiting patiently, for it to settle.

A quick drag of the vapour
as I inhale,
I look up in acceptance,
A submission to the intoxication.

A subtle artistry,
To resign from reality,
And into my fantasy,
Where everything else takes a back-seat.

I look into his eyes,
And wish he looks at mine, forever,
Then he holds my hand,
Takes me into his World.

I wish for a longer night,
Scavenging for memories,
to wake up at dawn,
With a pleased smile.

A smile that would get me
through This defying Authenticity
Of what is, the reality,
That he's not mine to keep.

It's hard to say 
What's doing more damage,
The inebriation,
Or the desire to be with him.

Everytime a part of me
is drawn incessantly,
A perfect drug to a near end,
Of what I cease to be.

Transcendence

There's a secret,
hidden in my memories,
A colloquy
with an old friend.

I asked him,
while on my journey to Knowing,
when did you last shed tears?
felt like your soul is
crying out for help ?

"Not more than a year ago,
When a friend went far away,
from our hands,
slipped away,
like the sand."

I asked him again,
When was the last time,
you felt the discomfort to breathe?
When you wished your lungs,
would stop the passage of air,
when you wished your heart,
would just not beat for a while,
when a raindrop, felt like a flood,
when a bitter word spoken,
resonated in your mind,
when a moment,
felt like eternity.


He said," yes.
Just yesterday, when I spoke to her,
She feigned ignorance,
I played along
and talked to her for a while."

So do you blame her?
he said, "No, I am responsible for my pain"
Do you like this distress?
"No, I love anything I feel with her."


So how did you get through?
"Love for me", he said,
"Is a feeling you have for someone,
without expecting anything in return.

I love her, I love my friend too,
I wished they were both with me,
But I don't stop living, without them,
I need this heart to beat,
I want to make a difference,
Can't let my time fly,
And find the purpose of my life,
I know , I am here for a reason,
I might not get everything I want,
But I have All that I need,
to proceed,
to stop this wound that bleeds,
to reach the epitome of content,
Only then, can I Sail in peace."