UNKNOWN

Sleep spread its wings, as the reality faded into dreams,

Vivid images of love rained into the soul,

As the tide was floating against time…

Flying away into the trance of happiness,

Far from the outcry of being wanted,

Life was beginning to roll in the parallel axis.

Speaking to the unspoken, loving the unloved,

Sensing the senseless, touching the untouchables,

The disparity was dissolving in the infinity.

Falling into heights of serenity, losing all the memories of past,

I was beginning to fall in love with the UNKNOWN again…

Swiping Lives.

I swiped  the card and entered the perfect world.

You could get love with a swipe,

You could get trust with the magic swipe,

You could fulfill your desires, but you have to swipe.

You are nothing without the card, you are everything with the  goddamn swipe.

That day I lost the invaluable card, I couldn't swipe anymore,

I was exiled into World of Imperfection,

I was feeling , I was breathing and I was seeing.

I saw the truth in the sweat of old lady wading the wrath of sun,

I saw the hope in the eyes of a man who was lying in death bed,

I heard the love in the lullaby of a mother, who couldn't feed her child,

I felt the warmth of happiness in the embrace of a mother who had lost her child.

This was the World that wasn't perfect, yet was alive with these  feeble heart beats.

A Fraid Tale

The times that was being contemplated in her dreams was eroding,

Reality was bleeding in the soul that was caged…

“Hold me tight, don’t wake me up”, she screamed in the vacuum,

But the fangs of truth was hurting, the sedation of lies was evading her,

She was fighting her worst enemy, her Self that was created on lies,

Beautiful yet deadly, Silent yet poisoned,

She was selling her to the Self, which made her soul indebted.

It had given her orgasms, that was as hollow as her soul,

Never ever realizing she was twirling in the abyss.

Winding and rewinding in the transactions,

She had become a product on display.  

Selling her to Self, selling the life,

She was being comforted in the lies of silence,

But it had to end, the time had to sieve in the reality,

Now she was realizing the lies of her Self.

It had tormented her badly; it had made her weak.

Never had she thought, it would strangle her into the darkness,

Never had she thought, it would throw her in the emptiness…

Holding on to her last breath, she had a fraid tale to tell.