Whispers of Heart

    Image Source - Pintrest  /Revelation/ Gazing at my pallid palms, Releshing my mind in my mind, Applauding the mystical carbine My Eyes settled for irresistible siesta: 'A bizarre library with no soul around,  Scary clown gripping a book emanating strange sound. As I plucked the book and read Thunder echoed inside my body. Following the REVELATION, I ran, rushed and dashed into a forest dense and deep. I tumbled down, before I could calm Managed to crawl through the littered leaves floor, I flumped into a wooden stump and Gazed at my pallid palms ' My eyes wide open now Mind mediating between fantasy and actuality, When blood streamed from my knees NO DREAM ! Pondering each word from the Book Hoping them to be distorted , But mind silently accepted the truth, And hands rushed through the withered pages of my notebook… /Last Birthday/ I'm inscribing each faces in my mind, Each curves, ups and downs, and the symmetry, Just this day and I'll set them all free. Giftin...

Source - Pintrest  The Paths that our feet kisses, Days on dried land pass, the aroma it ardently misses, As we walk the familiar lanes, Our runs, our jumps, our crossing of the road, How can the mere vessel of mud hide the love that I hoard in my ocean, with sea shells of memories and imagination, The human verses cannot describe this utterly divine sensation. Our hands that slightly miss the touch  as we walk, And when our words fall short, our eyes talk.  The perfect rhythm of your eyes and your head When they bow in my greet, That marks the moment when my brain surrenders  And my heart captures the driving seat.  That pretty face that compensates  for any hassle made, And the prettiest eye lashes that provide the warmest shade.  The face that I could look at forever and ever, The universe maybe conspiring In the best of its efforts To bring the two of us, together. 

The flowing water from my kitchen tap is drying, Since you left my home. But why it feels My home has left me ? Can you tell me, please Are you in grief  Or now, do you feel free ? The kitchen and the couch The sky and the leaves Turn to crimson hue, It's been three days and My shirt still smells of you . My conscience fights the dilemma… Is it better to wash the shirt or  Should I preserve your unseen touch ? My dried hands reminisce your alluring aura, But Your wrath, your bronze bracelet I never admired. This scar on my arm brings wretched memory, Should I embrace the pain or cherish its slow recovery ? For ages you build inside my heart Castles tall, In a rhythm of time, why demolished them all ? 'Somebody you love hurts you beyond calculations…' Someone said and brutally proved, My heart stands still, yet is intensely moved. I'm lost in thoughts of cosmos and you. I'm silent and the Radio talks. Yes I ...