a trodden altar

The mind- a free wanderer,
Chained by emotion.
Its icarian wings burn.
A leap into the sea-
Unfettered.
A heart in a gloomy vault.
A splendid isolation,
Only not so splendid.
An anchored heart,
It sinks.
The last dregs of the prison,
Called life.
The wind will blow ,
my dreary steps into your eyes;
Welling tears and their overflow.
All will be forgotten soon enough.
An existance wiped clean.

Life in smoke

Smell.

Where can she smell the smell ?

All over you, he chimes in.

Can she smell you on me?

You are all over me.

 Is it what you do to me?

Is it what i do to you?

Does it manifest on my face too,

in the form of colour?

Is it the smell of Death? 

The Death in the everyday?

The Death of everyday? 

It sticks to me;

like you.

A different scent,

selling dreams to the world.

It may mask you,

but not the smell of death,

that i live with everyday. 

Before

The stillness of that memory,

The stillness of that moment

 I wrap it around myself

and let go

The hop and skip in steps

 of my heart

The warmth of your lips against mine,

And then not.

And the ensuing longing.

The bated breath-

As heavy as it gets.

Shatters like a glass-

The stillness.

Your moist breath on my face.

The Anticipation.

The growing proximity.

The expectation.

More Moisture, less silence.

The inhibition dies somewhere in the corner.

I Lean in

And  kiss.

blow hot, blow cold

wind me up
like a stationary spinning top,
and then let me go.
pull me in close,
and then pretend to not know

now.

you cant take me away from me,
and i cant pretend to lay a claim on you.
the hollowness has a sound,
it reverberates through and through.
the silence may visit again if i take my hands off you.

-

wash me away,
into the seas of nothingness,
into the deeps of your despair.
I dont want to rise to the surface,
i dont want to breathe.
wash me away,
so that i can be one with thee.

faceless numbers

I watch you sleeping,

an eerie calm upon your face.

You see me looking at you,

My eyes wide,

Searching you for signs of danger.

You bat your eyelids,

And flash me a smile,

Through those very eyes.

Those charms, ah! Such charms,

They don’t work no more.

My blink less stare,

Makes you realize,

It’s not a dream.

You say something,

You think is sweet.

It constricts my vessels,

Long enough to let me breathe.

Memories, they come rushing in;

Uninvited.

A different bed, a different person

And those “sweet nothings”…

You, a number on the list?

I’ve been here before,

Picked myself up,

And left.

A shirtless back,

No shame, no guilt.

The window beckons.

Sunlight- a ray of hope

To escape?

I’ve been here before,

It’s never hard to leave.

Easy come, easy go.

The warmth of the sun,

On my bare body,

Incomparable,

To that exuded by yours.

The sun tingles at the surface,

You burn me deep within.

But I will shed thee,

Like a skin.

Because it’s never  hard to leave,

a faceless number.