Reunion

A boutade

That separated us

Throwing in different dimensions.

Small quarks of plasma, orbiting around different suns

Wondering in the free space, for billions and billions of years.

When you pushed the comets inhibiting you, strike the earth giving our plasmic world a life.

Floating in the oceans, scraping through time, racing through the millions and millions of years.

We kept evolving, yearning for us to unite.

A boutade

Billions of years ago, separated us only to meet at this point.

Where I stand on this mount, watching you walking down the isle smiling like a regent princess.

You and I won’t be separate anymore.

We’ll sink in each other.

We’ll never get apart.

Wanderer

A wanderer

Walking through the stratums of incertitude

Dubious of his destiny

He keeps moving and going

Life

Like the thread on the ground

Keeps twisting and turning

Heads up

Eyes straight

He keeps pulling the thread

Untwisting and unfolding

And Straightening it up

It’s what he is to do.

It’s what the destiny wants him to do.

Carving his own paths.

Smoking the soul in the dead.

Altercation

Repined from the Isles of mind

Rendered by the curse of insomniac nights

I walk alone in this dark alley

With a torch in my hand

I know not, if I’ll find that Gold

For I have been in these streets before

And always returned impoverished

The address delivered to me is always changed

New houses, new shacks and quarters, I find

Every time I take a turn

The gangling structures of unfathomable desires

The dark moats of untrenching expectations

The rocketing skies of spindling hopes

All of them throw a string around my neck

And pull, whenever they want

The torch in my hands, drops

The shackles of these unprecedented games

Trick me, and I fall

Every single time.

But not anymore

For the strings attached

Will be cut with a knife concealed in my sleeve

And I’ll pick up that torch again

To find that lost treasure

To scavenge my inner peace

Astray

There is a void inside my chest

A hole which keeps expanding.

Not a day passes when I don’t feel it

Consuming me.

The din of which, pains my ears.

I feel dead inside.

The part of me which contained it

Is lost.

The other half fading in the quest of its Doppleganger.

Running around

Calling it’s name

But it never calls back.

It is gone. Gone for good.

Abyss

I am afraid

I am afraid, For these hideous nights haunt me.

They pull me from the heights of delirium

And pound me be the brink of these dingy moats.

I am afraid.

I am afraid that these caliginous tides of disguise would sail me down, with them.

Piercing through my body

Drifting like a flood

These stormy winds keep pushing me as I

Hold the trunk of credence and call my Shepherd.

But he doesn’t come.

I lose my grip and fall deep in the abyss of those tenebrous trenches.

Where, concealed under the veil of rusty leaves

Shackled by the chains of norms I see; My messiah calling me for help.

Us

I remember when I saw you, you were but another face of glamour that I see every single day of my life.

I didn’t know that behind that face, inside that body was concealed a soul, brighter than the brightest and lighter that the lightest.

But as the time passed, I saw the twin that I have always been looking for, inside you.

I found that you were I and I were you.

Your name sacred as the dust of Sina pulled me from the barren lands of nothingness and transgressed me to the state of infinity.

The state where there was no I and there was no you, but only us.

Invincible

I am down

Burying beneath the burden of expectations

Drowning in the ocean of opinions

Fighting with the fear of a loss.

I am out

For every time you look at me

With those wide eyes,

Asking me to change

Telling me; I am a failure

That I can’t and I won’t.

You push me through the air

Thinking that I’ll fall

And I do fall.

But you don’t know

I am a fighter

The harder you push me

The stronger I stand.

For I am a Phoenix who

Doesn’t live at your standards

Your opinions, they don’t matter to me.

I may fail, I may fall

But I won’t quit.

I’ll keep going.

With every fall, I move my limbs

And one day! I will fly.

Your critiques make me stronger

Your taunts make me bolder

For I am not you; I am me.

And I am invincible.

Eccentric Times

In the silence of streets,

Which were filled with the children;

Dancing, running and jumping.

In the empty roads,

With a couple of motors running;

I am leaving you,

Oh my City.

There is a flood of emotions,

Flowing within the walls of my body;

Striking against my chest,

Trying to break the barrage.

I wish I could stay more.

I wish I could hold on.

Sit in my back yard where;

I used to hide, from everyone.

But the place which took me in its bosom,

Doesn’t enthralls me anymore.

It has been quite for so many years that,

Now it likes being that way;

Serene and silent and deserted.

In the long reticent roads of life,

Where did we leave our favorite turns?

We don’t know.

Somebody take me back;

To the streets full of children,

To the roads full of traffic,

In my backyard, where I could hide from the eccentricity of time.