My Punctured Boat…

I pushed my boat out of its shed today,
dragged the heavy structure all the way
to the frozen waters of nothingness.

The blistering sun and the mute sky
being the only witness to my cry.

Just to see it ride beyond the numbness,
towards something new,
something unknown, anything beyond my ‘me’.

I followed a call from the other side (of the horizon),
A voice without a name, without an identity,
But it was real, at least to me!

Reality itself has changed now as I can’t read my compass anymore.
In these alien waters, the voice has left me in denial.
With no hope and no respite I reached the other side,
only to find another horizon, another voice.

And I keep sailing on my punctured boat
that I got in legacy from the yellow pages of history

Memories…

Actions, emotions and all that
I put my eye on the kaleidoscope
And turn the lens
Images fill my mind, until I realise
I don’t own my thoughts, its all celestial
The reel runs on an infinite projector
Showing all that I have done
But I cant trace the key person
Memories accumulate and I cant pause
I just added one for you.
My beloved verse…

Relief in Pain

The doors are closed
And the wait is over.
The forbidden dream which used to
shine in the corner of my eye, is gone
The calmness in the rage of anger is not there
in the silent alleys of nothingness.

Never thought that I could become this person
Never thought I would be relieved of the sweet pain
The tears have dried and the smirk is all that there is
Loneliness did not keep its promises
And I got betrayed by myself.