She eats Sun, everyday

Crippled sun, painstakingly awakens, and surrenders
Plunging out, dries the morning dew, and changing hues
Feathered wings, rides the fallen rays
And, the specks of dust, scorns
Movement broods, and we man, gaudy our way to societal norms,
groomed and nifty..
The human masks, awaits, till dusk, we lures and whore out
She too gradually pulls out each ray, separately,
...as it peeps though broken and termite bitten window
Rays meet her everyday morning,
as an old friend and she bath herself, with joy
Under the swollen eyes, dried up layers, and layering of decompose
Silently she burns like a wax candle,
dusk till dawn, silent screams, she muffles
Tears, fuels her each night
And the white sun painlessly washes her out.

                                   -Roop, 28th Oct’17

Bid adieu my lumia

Aquamarine

Happy Diwali 2017, Vasai

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Breathed,and I feel the void in me. Skimmed,in white, I feel you. Harbored,and I am losing you to the haunted shore. Abandoned,life, left my companion. Abreast, to a deserted alleys,and I don't want to move on....

#Tuesday, 1:02 pm

You died

There is some kind of strange melancholy and gushing pain, as the wind flows, maybe it wings with tales of uncalled dismay. The ambience, dim-lighted, heavy with darkness, weighs down the wishes.
Deep inside, I knew, the reasons, the sad tales of demise of a beloved, a guide, a comfort.
The welled-up eye, the moisten lashes, as I hid from everyone, and I meteor down from everyone’s words.
Solitude, always been a great mentor, meddling and cobbling the way I am. They sheltered me, now, today, I could feel the bite.
In a flash, my inner eyes could reel down , all the times, we were together. Togetherness, shared joy,love,sex and cries. And, in the laid way of constellation, I walk alone. I could feel the air circling around, as it tries to make a shape of her embodiment. I am silent, I don`t know how she died. I am not searching any scant knowledge, what happened . My mind, is bleak, and I am playing with the tangibility of the requisite new pain.
Days will pass, I thought. May or may  not, it will balm away, my miseries……

carbon musings

Write now

Remembrance….

The waft and the sense of longings

Few composed songs, few un ruled lines and few skipped battered heart beats

I sank in the bent of an enchanted melancholic dream

My voices are my own inner lies

As I bleed, I write

Grains in hourglass, fails to fall…soaked with miseries, an index of utmost wrench by gone

A heavy laden weaken heart

Still calls for you, still reminiscence for that purity

Lost Child

There is this time in my life,where everything seem to fail ,a part of me. My loved ones and the ones that died, flowers  that refused to blooms, my life. When I hear of this word `life’, I feel, I could kill myself. What is so lively in living? Actually it’s the thoughts that buzzes inside of me, that corrodes me. Thoughts that are calcite, I feel, I am shackled up in the grime and the tentacles of passing days, which are pulling me in the depth of black abyss.  I am in so much pain, I feel so weak, so helpless. I know it all in myself, but its screeching give me a migraine. Longing for a passed child.

Whole day I sit and watch the clock, the time doesn’t pass by and I feel helpless as I can’t do anything. I can see the future turning darker, I can feel the changes of hues, in the blackish tones. No one, near me to share what I feel. I cannot talk to anyone, I am gulping down my own poison.

Evenings are the times, I guzzle down liquor and seem to ease away my pain and the fluid slowly numbs my thoughts to hurt me more.

How long I have to fight this battle, how long I will be subdued. How long will I waste myself? As I flip back the pages of life, I realize what a weasel  am. So, weak to the bones, no spine to fight against life. Life , I wishes you were a bit more harmonious to me. Wish we reconcile and tame the life, in a profusely beautiful manner. And the next breathe I take, give me a comfort and a reason, and help me live a more respectable life.

The morning I face myself, in front of mirror, it brings slight joy, rather than those unseen scars that makes me sulk. Full with desolation.  I no more want to walk in the battered life, alleys, when I lost my innocence and the virginity to a caustic life. Please! lord hear me out, ease away my pain, or subdue my pain, so give me enough valor to breathe my last.

Amen!