Water Colored Sky

Pebbles black , grey , brown,
held tightly in the palms,
as some of them fall loose,
tiny palms moist with holding them,
pockets full of seashells,
and broken glass worn by the tides that hit it for years,
with feet free to roam around,
raced kids on the shore,
“I win , I win ” as they shouted,
with tumbling feet,

hair plastered to the forehead with moisture,
loose curls tied in ribbon & satin,
“wait for me” , rosy cheeks flushed,
as the tiny people in their tiny bubble,
knew not a worry in the world,
leaving back small footprints,
to be washed away with sequence of tides,
“I’ll mark our spot with this pebble ”
promising to remember it till the next time,
as each pebble laid on the shore ,
stamped with moments ,
stamped with dreams,
left there , to be found again

Those flames danced,

flickered and glimmered,

and kindled a spark in me,

my soul gathered me,

and flew me to eternity,

I sighed and gasped to breathe,

the wind swirled around me,

taking me to limits,

a voice in me kept raising high,

I found myself in a noisy crowd,

bloody eyes peering at me hard,

the noise outside,

the noise inside,

I fell to my knees,

each tear fell,

formed an ocean,

I kept drowning,

till I felt nothing,

just the space above and the ground below.

Through my kalaedoscope,

of colored glass,

of shattered symmetry,

and measured beauty,

angles and arches,

fragments of hazy shadows,

stained glossy pieces,

over a bricked wall,

or within me?

embedded,

sharp edged,

from the fullness of form and shape,

came these,

broken,

and lonely,

unnamed shards of glass.

Each wilted flower has seen,

a gentle smile curled on the lips,

a glitter in the eyes that saw it,

caressing touch of fingers that brushed past it,

a cheek as rosy as itself rubbed against it,

a warm sigh of an old lady,

remembering someone,

a bee that drank it’s nectar,

waved in hands of a young lover,

whispering stories short and sweet,

little prayers and wishes,

whispered to it for good luck,

a shy giggling girl,

repeating- ” loves me, loves me not ”

little buds blossomed,

and carried secrets as they bloomed,

secrets of life,

serene and true

The molten golden sun,

diving down,

into the dusky evening,

sets it curtain down,

the turtle doves,

the blue breasted,

orange beaked birds,

float and flock their way,

to the warmth of their nests,

as I lay quietly,

snuggled under sheets,

all cozy,

the wind blows outside,

rustling the leaves,

on a december’s eve.

I see my fingerprints on the proof of insanity,

A song driving bolts into the dead skin,

mottling,

pale,

cold,

singing into the ears of roaring sea,

debris of penetrating tune piling up at my doorsteps,

hear me,

my tune,

the melody of foiled agony,

the snowflakes blown away in the wind,

resting aimlessly on bare branches,

I am but a leafless winter,

the white fluff that coats the earth,

the grey sky that breathes into the day,

innocent truth of craftily hidden solitude,

the knight from a lost battle.

i dont want to dream ,
the ugliness is creeping into the veins..
don’t ask me to stay…
i am drifting away..
away from myself..
the distorted reflections through a broken window..
the dew drops slide down the cold window glass…
I stand still and watch the sky move…
life goes on..
dead inside..
step by step…
soul is ripped..
the hollow body is dragged along..
losing the sense of space and time..
let it be..
let it be now..
just let it be as it is..
i want to stand where i am..
make no promises..
make no wishes..
let it be..
let it be.