Names, Astral Names.

The stars whispered our astral names, I could hear mine, and rest were just rearing and receding.

I waited, to hear yours, truly I did. Billowing words plumes up, as we indulge in romanticism .

The half eaten moon shivers and the dim light blotches, I could see the stars shining, like tinsels, wrinkling slowly, naughtily teasing us.

A spreadsheet hammock, where the stars could narrate the tales of me and you.

And the lonely moon shy away, in the company of the myriad of stars. The purity and the piousness

that it holds, make it divine and beloved, blessing us in times and beyond.

Life of a cloths-peg!

Just a cloths-peg!! 
Put him outdoor, in the rain, in the sun, he wont  grimace,that`s what you think of me. Whole day, night left outdoor, alone.Did I even complain, did I even twitched. I may not be as posh or suave like those been sold in the super malls, they are for the rich,maybe for nouveau richie, yeah the wooden ones, designers one. But, what happened to you, you are still a poor man, just because I lost one of my feet, doesn`t mean I am kaput. 
"No, I am no more poor" he said.
"Ha!, you aint poor, what you call a guy who owns only two undies, and that too weary ones with through holes?"
"Yeah,yeah, I will buy some new ones, that too expensive ones" he protested in defense.
"Will you keep me then" 
"Hmmm" He produced that.
Just a hmmm for all these days bond. I lost one of my leg just because of you, the brutal sun rays have taken a troll on me, paralyzed me.  The UV some mechanism that eat away the plastics.
Have a little shame, I have smelled the filthy undies that you used hang, I was forced to grasp them, did I even protest, no I didn`t. I have hold thicker blankets, that too dirty ones, it was beyond my jaws size still I stood, I took it with a smile. Now, I am being thrash. 
Fine, I will digest that too, I will sit somewhere and introspect about it, human are mean and spineless.

She felt..

She felt like a six years old again, yet being drooping like an old plume. I could see a new spark beguiling with joy. She walked on the grass lane with bare foot, grass tips with dew, like morning pearls, awaiting to be touched and felt. She felt like the world to be her oyster, ready to experience it with her full novelty and conviction, unafraid of  spiny shrubs that may pen her nor of the rocky tiny pebbles on her way. She felt free, spirited. In her, she could  feel the untamed soul trying to reach for a new life in an old body. She looked at the leaves and stopped there, collecting different leaves from earth she would put them one over another;aligning them, she would again look at the tree, with inquisitions in her eyes. How leaves from the same tree can  have different and varying size, why would someone  design it so, she doubts its creator, she wanted an answer, she didn't speak, but she wanted him to put in test, like most of the time he did to us, he would test our patience and strength. Some says he wanted to strengthen us, sometime we did cope up the endurance, sometime we failed too, during some it even broke us from within, like what happened to her , when those guys smeared her life with stench,she didnt shed a tear, she turned into stone, she wasn't the same person since, yet he(creator) played a mute character. When he will learn and be a better father, when he will educate himself, that we all are different like those fallen leaves...

## Words

Words were so unprepared when I thought of writing to you, I went blank, found myself pounding hard with a numb sense that`s cribbed me.
Now,I try to taste the time frame when we were together.Since the day we chummed our paths apart, you reached miles, while I was still at the locus.I founded self so left out,could hear constant loneliness. 
Intertwined in your mesh of softness,sometime we know
things are not going to be the way it was, yet heart finds its sorely bitter to trade it. Memories always remained soaked, restringing remnant of sweetness and  contempt. I never intended to bracket you in my criticism, neither would  I hit you with words that may make you as a hypocrite. I just want to spend the rest of life imagining, lying on the ground moving fingers, drawing arbitrary shapes to the black hammock sky,every night, trying to envelope the moon with hands, I know it wont be the same like it used to be.
I could sense,  never will I  be able to connect the stars, how many it may be in number, you will always be missing among all, you were the dearest.
I am at an ease now and words could find a way to conduit, feelings emoting, oozing out the pain, the pain I inhaled. I feel so stolid,but there is still a ruffling. My heart is still in a turf floating to reach your esplanade, this time I am not letting it to sail away. Who will take care of it once it is shattered like a crystal ball, I wont be  able to collect the broken pieces of self, neither I will be able to see it sniveling in pain.
Sometimes, it feels like alright to breathe in when you know the air around is impure,yet not fatal.
Sometimes it fine to test our austerities.
Sometimes loving self, caring for self or prioritizing self is not such a band thing at all. How much I may not feel cast out, my words will always sublimate me in its fleecing warmth and let me peek for
a ray:a hope.

Vacuity

The world is flawed and how do you accept something perfect out of it,assume me.
They ask you to see the better side, a better future,but they never help you to shed out the darkness
inside . They may try sometime,but that's not helping,seriously. They are from this secret society, they are one
who confabulate and nettles me. They are the one who defile my judgement, cause they claim themselves to be part of it.They are the bricks, painted with bright colors, hiding their decays ethics, values, showing all together a different picture.
"They" ;all my life, I am trying to fight  "they" rather then seeking for a light. If"they"is not allowed to interfere, possibly I will find myself,holding the light source, brightening this world, with wisdom and with care.
"The vision may seems so delusional at the inception,the staggering labor of each day;how much it may seem tiny or frivolous. Keep the pace, walk on the road forged by your heart, keep talon-ed to the light, your perseverance will take you there, you will shine.

No Pride

Flaming denial, hits me like shrapnel

A shame that reeks;numbing my senses.

I turned to combat the failed me...

The conflicts, and the war zone I built inside my head.

Pages that are rustic now, which guided me

I tend to have lost myself,

Stolid views are daub with rufescant powder

dreams bolted out

Trembling in trepidation...

Channeling to a system, cryptic.

a Palsied existence..a de-manufactured being.

dark??