Goodbye!

Never say goodbye, they say.
But say it!

Probably it will ooze out the nothingness like blood gushing from the wound.

Probably it will cavitise the void further
And vacuumise the hollowness more.

More would it make strong than stronger
And more would it lead to the road ahead.

So goodbye to the sinking heart
And goodbye to the weakling knees.

Goodbye to the past moment
and to the promise and its gap.

One fine day I will liberate you from the confines of my heart

Where the rusty weariness leads to heavy breathing
Where the old world values are music to deaf ears
Where the complications of this or that weigh upon your free soul
Where there is neither black nor white, grey always
Where the labyrinth of disappointments hinder the course of imagination

When I liberate you..you will soar like a free soul
And the cage would miss the music of heavy breathing.

Walking behind an old couple in a busy street
Time surrenders.
They seem spheres of memories gliding ahead
Indifferent to scurrying others
Time hobbles at an undefined pace, smoothened out.
The woman in faded saree and glittering anklets
Seem recently bought
Serene hand holding unmindful of the flitting gaze
A few enchantments live through time.

A new car at the centre of another halt
Manoeuvering through, escaping edges, continuously honking, perspiring

With anxieties overcome, situations lived, precious defined
Old is the new new
Old is the new you.

To the misspelt and misunderstood
Yet understood.
To the unsaid and unheard
Yet heard.
To the counting of stars on fingers
To the insomniac wild imagination
To the small little fights
To the unprecedented exhilarating joy
To creating memories out of everyday nothings
To each moment of pain
To the overpowering pangs of separation
To the passage of untamable time
To the inexplicable yet intuitive partnership
To yesterday, today and tomorrow
Yet again
To the sin of unconditional loving
A sin to continue forever..

Rested and ready to return several highways will be sojourned
Drizzling heavily enveloped ambushed
Walkers joggers lovers
Warning signs wrapped in wit
Serpentine clandestine angular descent
Mountain sickness…relieved
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Silence
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Fragrant tea farming
Children in school uniforms
Specialities and availabilities in multiple languages
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Peace
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Lying in the backseat looking up the sky
Reconstructing your appearance looking into your eyes
Amidst eucalyptus tree tops, petrol pump signs, street lights
Marred by trucks, electrified by billboards, behind wires carrying charge
Bright is slowly turning into deep bottle green
Light blue turning into pastels and grey even in the maps
Receding reds and approaching yellows of traffic
Arrows becoming apparent, directions more sought after
Little discs on two wheelers, thick tapes on slow moving centipedes
Eateries visible in trademark colour combinations
Messages offering recharges, message boards offering thanks for visits
Split and burst into toll lanes squeeze down to one ways
Mergers dividers footovers flyovers
Depressions breakers blinkers dippers
Milestones spelling distances, eyes locating destinations
Sparkling windscreen wiped clean periodically, air conditioning regulated intermittently
From boxes to trash bags eatables turning wrappers
Overspeeding overtaking traffic on
Overdarkened forests running along
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Grey deepening skyline changing average speed decreasing drops diminishing horns blaring
My city
Enamouring
Welcoming
Familiar
Return
Loved
Home
Love

Angelic disposition

Emotional opulence

Rare beauty of sorts

Heart of gold

Eyes sagacious whole

Unique to the core

Bundle of contradictions

Words bitter sweet gourd

Silence loud and cutting.

Walks into my poetry

Conquers the subject

To you, the carrier of all hues

Stop being the muse.

Solving a jigsaw puzzle while the rest sleep
A few went missing while i made sense of others
The form fits the essence eludes
Sleep eludes

It is all there has always been i could not see
Moments rush nothing changes
Time ceases

A phone and a charger to live by
Eternal love everlasting wait
Peace

Nothingness
The everydayness
Decimation of beliefs
The music of falling apart
Unending autobiographies
The vexed questions
The schizophrenic indecisions

Crossroads?
Till infinitudes.

Situated in a wild desert
At the very centre of the universe
Is a never never land
Where water flows secretively
And keeps the sand cool from beneath
Where life flourishes below the surface of earth
The thirsty traveler finds it amazing
As water travels from the plantar upwards
And satiates the thirst.

The upside down world
The topsy turvy landscape
Nothing transpires
To judge
To question
To kill
Nothing pierces the soul
To burn the everlasting hole.

Walk and move and run
Under the blazing sun
Only to derive warmth and strength
And not the oppressive heat.

That place, my love, is my dream.

That magic tumbler which converted crushed ice into sparkling ice candies

That swift moving wheel which made sugar crystals into fluffy floss

Those jubilations which announced power cuts and extended outdoor time

Those aspirations to let the head touch the chime

Those late evening trips to the stationary shop to buy glue and stars

Those visits to the park to collect leaves and flowers

Running to catch the school bus on those foggy mornings

Looking for depressions in the road to get wet during afternoons

Rushing to the terrace and cycling in the rain

Feeling superior to the rest with a slight height gain

Kicking a pebble and making it trace the  path home

Asking for permission before using the phone

Wearing cones with strings for caps on birthdays

Preparing paper folded cards for all special days

Listening to the radio for hours at a stretch

Ironing the uniform to perfection with all my breath

Creating whirlpools in the bucket while bathing

Singing to the plants on the terrace while watering

Spending days in planning and nights in sleeping

Making timetables for the week and be left fuming

Updating the final percentage after each examination

Resolving to read more and exercise with motivation
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Those afternoons which became evenings before anyone knew… those mornings which were looked forward to… this age which was once looked at with reverence and expectation… this age which now is just like any other moment…
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What has changed.. am i the same..