Blur of Clarity!

This tingling sensation streaming past the edge of my fingers. 

Is it the restless spring threatening to slip away from the surface of the earth

or the raspy whisper of the heavy night air against,

that lone strand tucked behind my left ear, I would never know.

That majestic orange sun, languid and betrayed by false promises of a brighter sight, 

smiling succumbs behind edges of the rugged rocks of a little blue mountain. 

I have heard it calling out to me. strumming against the summer sky

 I have felt it's rays rustling against my skin. 

I have smelt the colours of fresh night flowers,

crawling on my window sill, 

I have heard them laugh with the dark green leaves, 

dancing on the beats of the tapping silver moonlight.

I have seen the noise of a fake laughter smirk

Tunes of the first breath of a new born still ring in my ears

But more than anything, I love to have gulped the fire in your eyes,

Drowned in its pool of endless haze, in its blur of clarity!

But, I must sleep now.

Crimson spread on white flight
Heavy with ashes of lost light;

An attempt of memories taking a bow,
Alas! But, I must sleep now.

Golden wings soaring high

Against a burnt laze sky;

Moments racing to fulfill their vow
Sadly! But I must sleep now.

Wine tossed across cotton clouds

Hint of dark mirroring muffled forest sounds;

A fresh lease to time dragging pictures in tow

Unwillingly so! But I must sleep now.

Silence painting corners of dark

Sharp as emotions unveiled stark;

Diving into a known abyss, sans knowledge how

Drowning with a lost heavy heart, I must sleep now.

To sigh and take flight!

They were to touch base, only to feel light
Heavy! Yet, so heavy
To sigh and take flight!

Like the edge of a colorful kite,
Torn mercilessly! By towers
Of some high and might.

Like the brim of a careless brook,
Questioned harshly! By boulders
Nestled at its every nook.

To reside like an idea in a beautiful mind
Yet Chained! Tattered!
In its struggle to unwind.

They were to touch base, only to feel light
Heavy! Yet, so heavy
To sigh and take flight!

No Light! No Light!

Eyelids when strain to give way to light
Hope climbs up the lashes to skies bright;
Colors, Colors reflected all around
Whilst Shadows follow behind without a sound!

Presence of none is Black they say,
Presence of all, lets White make its way;
What hideous game does Light indulge in
Letting dreams breathe, the stealthy approach of mares not seen!

Oh! Poor Souls! Following the trail of Light!
Thinking all that they witness is right!

Their essence relinquishing gently
Exhaling last sighs in the darkness of the night!

Draw the curtains, Let the light in
Let it trickle around life, ridicule its being;

Draw the curtains, Let the light in
Let it show what it is and shadow what has been!

Let words be..

Whilst gently being dragged across
by insolent ink flowing without sense of loss;

Hear them screech under the sharpness of the nip,
As if being flung from a dizzying cliff.

Feel them suffocate under the imprint of numerous feet,
Trampled while grazing on the busy hectic street;

Dumped with indifference after a careless sight
Even if they did once soothe one's plight!

Necessity they are, sometimes luxury too,
Much sought after to gather as possessions new;
Watch them being ruthlessly used, stretch to fit in context
Their rare essence lost! Lost in volumes of text!

I earnestly say, Let words be!
Let them dwell in thoughts, lest they flee..
Let them hover in space, traversing times old and new
Selfishly let them paint pictures, pictures just for you!

To be and not to be..

To drizzle as quiet rain drops,

Not to be their stubborn touch;

To be lost in the vast of blue

Not to touch the brim, waste as such.

To be the orange warmth on a blue skin,

Not to scorch the essence of one's being;

To be the light burning in your eyes

Not the reason for the shadow in its skies.

Oh! To be like the soothing wind and how it flows

Not be the one which wreaks havoc and heaves fatal blows;

To be the whiff of a fresh air blast

Not be the corner of one's breath last.

To be a well crafted dream,

Not the nightmare with the darkest stream;

To be the question in a curious mind

Definitely not the doubt in its crevices entwined..

Euphoria!

The dizzying height, a blur of swarming existence trembling down

Prick of cold marble and moist breath relinquishing in fuming sighs

That strand of wild hair lashing relentlessly on my brow, adamant, Angry.

Angry at the glorious sun and its crimson arms, Jealous

Jealous at the wind fanning the mist away, carving the bleak-bold.

Point of no return, of inching cliff and imminent fall

Pair of brown pools one wants to sink into, gasping for breath

Drowning in helpless desires and dual dreams

Yet, the only tug back, the one resistance to losing oneself

A lose thread, one sharp twinge and gone

Come! Come with me.. They say! Come, do not swim away!

One look and Lo! I dive down. Deep into land of muffled stars

Of subtle light and comfortable warmth, of painted dreams and fresh desires alike

I delve into layers of unknown existence, into infinity, into tangible Euphoria!