What next?

There is no action left. The storm has passed.
There is a deafening silence and heedful ears all around
Soul is pregnant with sentences waiting to flow
The field with muddy brown is yearning for naked feet to kiss
The porous clouds stare wearily as they lose status to peeping Sun
The skin shall feel the elements yet again. Play; yet again
That can’t happen before tears of survival are shed
What is lost to the storm is lost in time but etched on heart
It shall remain heavy till the burden is shed in death
Pretentions are waiting in wings to play viability guides
The guile craft shall not die. The pretentions will again fly
Me too should pretend. How else can I hold on to life?
No, my heart shall stay tender
Land a blow one more yet again
But this heart shall stay tender.
For, what is this breath that fools the air
For, what is this blood spurious in its color.
Unfeigned, these eyes shall look. Unhindered these feet shall move.
For, what is this survival guided by the guiles of the nether world.

words - the magic is not mine

There is a glow on my face and it’s not my joy
I radiate these words, there is no sign of night
The trickery, I don’t glitter my words
These are yours. Own them before its late

There is a prick on my skin and it’s not skin-deep
I bleed these words, there is no sign of clotting
The magic; I don’t bleed my words
These are yours. Would you care to collect?

There is a feeling in my heart and it’s not my feeling
I ooze these words, there is no sign of halt
Witchcraft, I don’t ooze my words
These are yours. You will sense someday

There is a wound on my soul and it’s not healing
I breathe these words, there is no sign of death
Sorcery, these are not my words
These are yours. They will reach you anyway

The books are drowned and it’s not my cyclone
I salvage these words, will your storm pass?
The story, I don’t rescue my words
These are yours. You have to house them from rains

There is a spell on my mind and it’s not my doing
I think these words, the thoughts don’t cease
The intellect, I don’t mouth my words
These are yours. They will cast a spell on the world

A new ravine

A new ravine between where I want to be and where I am 

The more I peep into the ravine, the deeper it comes to be

The walls smooth slippery, basking in the setting sun or is it rising sun

Grass is greener under my feet and its rocky on the other side

Rainbow in the endearing sky behind my back showering me in all its colors

But I keep staring at the rocks on the other side

Birds chirp around me, singing perhaps only for me

And I have my ear to the ground listening to times gone by

The fine drizzle kisses my cheeks and the breeze tousles my hair

As if trying to lift me to the clouds

The fluttering flowers and jostling leaves near my ears

An orchestra perhaps, the setting is a feeling to behold

But I shout out. Nay, I cry to the other side of this ravine

The reply holds me in rapture – just my feelings from the other side

And I think, was it the echo talking back to me

The voice of my feelings or was it rocks mocking my cries

Stay I could on this comfy side of ravine

Pluck I could - the fruits and drink I could from the skies

But this is not where I want to be

This ravine between where I want to be and where I am

There is adrenaline rush in my body for the rocks I see

To leap and reach the other side of ravine

What about the uncaring rocks that I want?

It is the care that does not die. Affection that just grows

When the times were stormy, it is these boulders that held me

The enchanting eyes that melted my rock like heart

The boulders embraced me and saw my heart bare

The warmth of these cold rocks – magic in itself

The warmth is what I long for – I wanted to give back

And as I hugged my dearest rocks to show intensity of my attachment

I tottered; the boulders rolled away

And taunted me, “I deserve more than this”

Roll, I could not. Chase I could and I did

The more I chased, the faster the rocks rolled

Now I learnt the art of rolling to roll with the boulders

Freely falling and playfully dancing

But before I know, this ravine between me and my boulders

This new ravine between where I want to be and where I am.