Thoughtless Thoughts...

Don't ever, not again-

My lungs seem to scream,
A final note-
Before the burst.

I hear the bang,
From across the distance-
Ear shattering,
And I sit numb.

Cozy,
In my safe couch,
Munching on my cookies-
Ah! delightful.

The rain droplets wet my window panes-
The smoky fog coating all over.
And I walk over, smiling-
My fingers tracing patterns,
On the foggy terrain-
Beautiful!

Amidst the lashing rains,
I make out a trace of fumes-
Erupting.

The gloomy day turns dark-
Blacken soot rising,
Blisters of fire, violent-
Flaming, even in the rains.

Another explosion-
I mutter to myself, in disgust.

Walking over to the couch,
Picking up a cookie-
I sit back, safe-
In the cocoon of my dad's protective wealth.

At times, I do feel a fear-

As though my breath gets short,
And my limbs go immobile,
Like the many, outside-

In the open, facing the rage-
The rage of the weak-
The fiery weakened souls-
The terror lashing minds,
Weakened by greed,
Threatened by the strength,
Of the innocent minds-

Surviving, after each terrorizing loss.

And all they want- destruction.
In sheer fear-
Of losing their grip,
Their hold.

Oblivious to themselves , they go on,
Lashing their violence-

Wishing not to give out, their fear,
A camouflage indeed!

Ah... I wonder if the networks would get jammed-
What if I have to sit back,
All alone,
Till the peace gets restored-

Until the next time-

Ah! What if?

All that I care today...
...Myself.

( Blame me, can you?

Deep in, I know...
.....you too feel just the same!! )

Sometimes...

Sometimes,
You need to smile-
And let go, of your tears.

In the mirth of a tear-
May the soul find solace;

In the depth of yearning,
May the strength pour in.

Sometimes,
You need a support-
To rest your arm.

And sometimes,
You need a blanket-
To cloak your naked skin.

The bitter cold may hurt,
The warmth may burn-
Yet, the pain may not sink in.

Along a lonely ride, you walk-
All alone, all through the times-
And then;

Sometimes, you do forget-
You are still alive.

Dew Drops

From across the distance,
I await-
You.

The sands of time,
Have spilled,
Into the unknown.
Yet, I find no trace-
Of yours.

It seems just yesterday-
The crimson sunset endearing,
Stepping out into the open,
On my solitary evening stroll-
I saw you.

Walking towards the horizon,
As achingly, the dusk set in,
Your silhouette shone,
In the canvas of eternal darkness-
Stark.

The rustling leaves murmured a song,
And you turned, to me-
Our eyes grazed,
In the ashen silence-
Mesmerizing.

And then, the stars sprinkled, all over.
Holding hands, we walked over,
Across the stretch of shore;
Endless rapture-
Exploding.

And then, as the spring set in,
You offered me a sight, precious;
Pristine dew kissing the rose petals, soft-
And that moment, you held my soul,
In your arms.

And yet, the very next morn,
I found you gone-
Wiped away, and I stood,
Trembling-
Promising myself to wait.

Everything seems just like yesterday-
I still try to catch the dipping sun,
As you taught me to.
I still smile at the sight of the chirpy birds,
Cooing in all love.
I still find time, to smell the roses, red,
You so dearly loved.

And I still,
Stand by the same winding paths-
Every eve, the twilight setting in;
Hoping to see-
You.

And every night, when my eyes ache,
In the longing, to see you-
I walk out, into the garden,
Sit by the roses red,
Heaving with the weight of my tears;
And the rose petals, they shine,
Brighter than those dew droplets,
Of eons ago.