Fantasy.

Sleeping so peacefully
Until the alarm clock hits my head
Lots of things to do
No laying still in bed.

Excited to get to see you
My heart took a leap
I get dressed readily
Ugh! But my hair looks like a heap.

Walking up to you
I saw you waiting at the door
You smiled that smile
Oh so easily you could sweep me off the floor.

I cannot really remember
Which movie we went to see
The drive and those kisses
And only you mattered to me.

Drove for an hour
We reached a secluded place
So long we talked
But longer was that embrace.

You told me you loved me
When the car started to make that noise
You said you won’t be long
And I had no choice.

The noise still continued
And I woke up to my alarm
All of it was a dream
All your love and your charm.

I’ve been trying very hard
Still I dreamt of you
Another dream, another night
Was wasted on you.

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Parchedness & Rain.

Dry, empty, I have started to perish
Abandoned now
But once, I was also cherished.

No people, no harvest, no love I witness
Many lives were taken
And many are in sickness.
I am left lifeless since she has gone,
Let alone the field,
No verve of a lawn.

Waiting for her, taking my last breath
Don’t know if she’d come
Hoping she’ll be there in death.
Just one last thing, before I go
Meet me in the next life
And then, let me grow.
If not for me, for those who need
If you don’t love me
Come back for those who bleed.

Just when I thought I was about to die
Thank God! You came
And I took a relieved sigh
I could live again and thrive in my reign
When you touched me at last
Considerate was the pain.

The first drop healed me
But I was craving for more
The appetite increases
When everything inside you is torn.

Then followed others
I was happy at last
You kissed me wildly then
And I couldn’t let you depart.

Dear Dreamer,

You always dreamt about a better life,
On earth unleashing the paradise,
Always drowning in a thought so deep,
That they do not even let you sleep.

They are your dreams,
They tell you to be free,
To be bigger and better,
There’s more to it than you can see.

In achieving them,
You’ll have to go very far,
You may have to be ruthless,
And you may get a scar.

How deep can you go to get there,
Can you swim across the sea?
How high can you fly in the air,
And how fair can you be?

Even if the path is crooked,
You should take it,
Even if it’s a shot in the dark,
Have confidence that you’ll make it.

To get there you’ll have to work hard,
And it’s okay to be scared,
Doesn’t matter if you’ll be off your guard,
Or if it is thousand miles from comfort,
And the journey is rough,
If your dreams don’t scare you,
They are not big enough!

Broken!

He told her his dreams
And she promised to take care of his heart
One that would add to
Millions already in the cart.

He kept his share of promise
That she would always be the one
It made him more vulnerable
To all she had ever done.

Promises can be broken
As fast as they are made
She broke her promise
But on his, he stayed.

She threw the ring
On his face and she left
The rings stayed together
In the chest, bereft.

Not broken, but shredded
The promise and his heart
She had gone for ever
Now he was falling apart.

The sleepless nights
All for his wide sake
He was left alone with
His illusion, his mistake.

“Till death do us part”
Alone, he had said,
“Till death do us part”
A part of him was dead.

Innocuous Star

You think it is the star
That governs our conditions
The one you always blame
Giving hundreds of reasons.

You think it is the star
That makes us quirk
The one you always fight with
For ruining up your work.

You think it is the star
That makes you succumb
The one you always mock at
But it stays patiently numb.

The fault, let me tell you
Is not in our stars
But in your hard work
Captive in your labour’s jars.

You cannot always defend
Reasoning out to fate
The dust of your destiny
Does not come on a silver plate
What you wanted from the stars
Only hard work will show
The dust is a waste until you make it glow.

Now, Unshackled!

His father had abandoned them.After many long hours, his mother had fallen asleep.

He felt like somebody had put bricks on his chest. He could hear the clock ticking, the fans moving, his own breath,

And the most of all, his mother snoring.

He realised it had been some time since his mother had really slept.

The snoring was not annoying but tranquilising. He thought they were unshackled now. But she looked different and old. He didn’t fear the death of his father for he only gave her scars, visible or not.

What really worried him was the disturbing question that hung over him like a sword:

If his mother would begin to live again, now that she was free.