#24 The O.N.S

The O.N.S 

Surrendering plans, the dreamer awakes

fantasies are possibilities, there are no stakes.

Losses and wins, catches and misses

now long abandoned with all the misplaced kisses.

Wanderlust youth, just existing and not being

drunk on a love that’s only deceiving.

Reaching out for hands that were never there,

they lay wasted in the one night stand’s flair . 

Eyes refuse to meet, scared they would all reveal;

warmth seeking bodies, now as cold as steel,

craving simple assurances - be there no sorrow, 

let this be the beginning, a promise of a tomorrow. 

Bated breaths fill the unaccustomed space

as the guilty ego and satiated desire set the pace

for malicious games of the hunter and it’s prey, 

set up to the lead the souls in this union astray

The weaker link gets trapped in the facades- 

novel moments strengthening them against all odds. 

Red memories created in a mystical grey haze

Blue nightmares now fuel the woe’s golden blaze. 

Freeze the search for reason behind lost meanings

carefully tread through imminent dealings

shush the voice that tells you otherwise, 

for these conquests come without a prize. 

Revel in the game played, raise no hope

let the numbness be the glass-lined rope

guiding you to the ambiguous conclusion -  

someday, you shall decipher this illusion. 

# 23 The Climax

The Climax

When waves come to standstill, 

the Ocean of emotions parts

to make way for the overkill - 

an ego injured with fate’s darts. 

The poet draws out its magnanimous weapon,

but this is no battlefield for words.

The fiend then solitude does it beckon;

And so it arrives in malicious herds. 

This solitary dialogue is no mistaken friend

it’s sweet nectar laced with deceit

the poet’s failed attempts to transcend, 

ink now flows in the color of defeat.

Forget the breath, forget the sight

soothing familiarity no longer lingers.

An authentic surrender in its finest might-

breaks the chorus of empathetic singers. 

The waves are now set in motion,

the poet’s left lusting after the thrill,

drinking the potion of mortal devotion

imagination then, becomes his bastille. 

#22 Concious

Conscious 

Having lost so many wonderful things,
Only to attain the better
When happenstances overshadow happenings
They reveal the hidden letter -
Emancipation lies in slumber, a leap of faith away
Shedding fear, embracing your tears
Realizing that transcendental things will sway.
Before time passes by the eonic years-
Never crumble like the wooden walls,
Sweeping away those mutable insecurities-
Fortune will then embrace the implorable calls
For serendipity and intimate abundance.

#21 The One

The One

Unrequited. Affliction. Infinite pursuit of bliss,
Wrecked lusting after the fervor of the first kiss.
My sole companion - dreaded solitude.
Chimeras unfulfilled; Save the gratitude -
For The One that is to come they say,
The lingering sympathy is their sole deed to pay.

Envisage into your holistic existence
A forbearing, everlasting presence.
Promise of a being that nourishes -
The One erases all antecedent blemishes,
Leaves you with happiness abound
Naught but serenity and mirth is heard aloud.

But The One never arrives.
Is he lost? Behind obscurity why does he hide?
Perfection is never sought; only complied -
Is that my flaws he amend or hold with pride.
And fulfill my thirst for colloquy with eternal abate,
As dawn turns to dusk; night into day does it fade.

A  wordless zealous prayer is spoken,
 A soul that is enduringly crushed by societal burden;
Queries as to why essentialism to it is denied,
But for others, it has been the conventional guide.
The soul, it’s fragile strings had been entwined
With the labyrinth, yet the search turns out blind.

Fading away from the oblivion, despair wistfully persists
Vanity vanishes, the incessant heart now resists -
The company it had previously coveted profoundly
In the wake of defeat, it now rests soundly.
For The One, so meticulously imagined and created
Was just a figment of fantasy that was once sated.

# 20 Revival

Revival 

 In the melancholy of life

Sense of gratitude eludes us. 

When persuading lust becomes our strife, 

Posses more and more we must. 

Months pass like a swarm of butterflies

Before beds of flowers appear

Beneath the show of laughs and tears, lies

The common question - who is the loser, who the pioneer?

An inevitable ending is already written

Hidden behind the shroud of delusion

With material things we are so deeply smitten

We embark on a spiral spearheaded by illusion. 

Chasing things we cannot attain,

When on a drop in the roller-coaster ride

We hold on to the rails of deceit to sustain,

Leaving behind of ashes of the good with every stride.

Finding one's purpose, arduously losing our identity

Tar replaces our blood and our pain

Love and romance, now just things of vanity

We switch off our emotions as jealousy takes reign.

As our skin turns blue, our hearts green

When life becomes a game of survival

The sacred words are no longer what they mean

We are left searching for the lighthouse of revival. 

#19 A Devious Wait.

I have evolved from writing poems of sorrow and woe to writing poems of love and happiness. Why, I wonder. Well the object of my affection, so to speak, has no clue how I feel. For all I know is that somewhere in the recent past my old messed up self went ahead and true to it's character messed up a lot of things. I am a completely different person now, in control of my emotions and actions. Regardless, if I ever figure out how to sort things out, I don't know if my brand new, ameliorated second impression will ever capture his attention. Till then this is the second one is the lengthy installment of poetry ideas that have lined up in my conscious mind. 

A Devious Wait 

Hopes, so sweet so mellow

Heart, slow down now.

Tears, you no longer belong to the pillow;

Smile, step out and take a graceful bow. 

My love swiftly touched my hand

And off he went with a mischievous lull.

I waited, how I waited with the each falling grain of sand!

Till the names engraved on stone grew dull. 

I danced in harmony to my own tunes, 

My wings took me places far and wide

Till I was captivated in these mystical runes,

Of unaccustomed complexities, I lost my stride.

Time unravels your disguised faults;

Yet, these, my eyes refuse to see. 

Why have you been raised to such great exalts?

With every question, my rationale refuses to agree. 

My love, will you ever perceive? 

That whilst you look elsewhere for praise,

I stand here with invalidated beliefs,

And yearn to be the entity of your lingering gaze.

Talk now, for this silence needs to be shaded

With tender promises of companionship. 

I would give up my right to breathe, if persuaded

That my name will forever stay in your mind's grip.

#18 Empathy

The past two months have been to mildly put it, a spiritual wake up call. And as a result, I've been writing a lot of poetry which is a good thing. This one is dedicated to the one special person, that I might or might not have met yet, I'm still clueless in that aspect of my life. If I haven't met you yet, I hope you show up soon (says the romantic in me). 

Empathy

I want to wake up by your side

After smoke stung eyes and crashing against the tides. 

Words leave my mind, but never reach my lips

Emotions rise like a new moon with their own quips. 

Can I cope and stray away from the temptation?

In the darkest stupors, your voice is the revelation

Regardless of how far I walk, how far I run

The roots have been sown deep, the misdeed's already been done. 

I want you to stand by my side

Camouflage my fears, contain my pride. 

Till my bones nourish trees and my soul renews

I will hold the diamond chest, pay all unresolved dues.

Never enough, never complete

My resources of boundless love and joy, you replete.

The spark that will rise out of our future's ember

Bleaches out the darkness and mistakes so we shall never remember. 

I want to learn and grow by your side

When summer's sun burns, under your shadow I can hide.

Beneath the autumn leaves and stars, breaths gain synchronicity

As two beings embark on the illuminated path of felicity.

Shatter all your old walls, let me be the new cornerstone

I'll be your well, deep enough to drown all the hindrances that are thrown.

When winter arrives, there will be the warmth of passion and clarity

Nourishing our existence with the promise of eternal serenity.