Poems

The Sigh

Unheard mutterings
Wishful longings

Looking for a word
Are words understood?
Is meaning relevant?

Besmeared soot
Could anyone notice?

Questions within questions
Truth?
Relative
Gaze?
Tired

Of looking
Of observing
Of assimilating
Of consuming
Of absorbing

Absorption
Myopia
Voicelessness

Colour?
Irrelevant.

These eyes

Have witnessed
Have processed

Have projected
Have persisted

Have expected
Have failed

Have endured
Have hoped

Have negated
Have accepted

Have connected
Have detested

Have lost
Have lived

Have seen
Have been

And they ask, why dark circles..

Insignificance Signified

Stories of silence
Silence in stories

              Story within story

My story
Your story

Crossroads

              O B F U S C A T I O N S

Dilemmas
Stalemate
Voicelessness

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Counter narratives

#erised

‘Tis distance that was feared
Why intuition did not work at all
What had to be avoided caught on

‘Tis desire that has smeared
Why it escapes boundaries
… does not fit definitions
Why these reverberations n reflections
… do not fear repercussions

‘Tis dependence that has possessed
Why desperation never leaves
… but wasn’t intended
Why words could be offered
… but weren’t required
Why explanations are sought
… but weren’t enough

Why words can do what nothing can
Why eyes can do what words can’t

There is
Silence in scolding
Elation in deciphering

Calm in anticipation
Ellipses in expression

Perturbation in criticism
Letting go in explanation

Collusion in deliberation
Affection in negotiation

Clarity in amazement
Affectation in detachment

And yet speechlessness prevails…
And yet… desire.

She would.

Her reveries
Her dilemmas
Her forebodings
Her articulations
Her imaginations
Her conjectures
Her conclusions

Seek answers
Seek explanations
Seek support
Seek adherence

Take me into the past
Urge me to reanalyze
Force me to relive
Ask me to realise
Rekindle what is lost

Would my experiences provide solutions..
Would i ever be enough..
How far and for how long..

She would move on..
I know.
Eventually… she. would. learn.

U and I

Unheard mutterings of delicate emotions..
Inexplicable reasons of heart’s swayings..

Unobserved perusals of another’s expressions..
Incomprehensible translations of genuine facades..

Unending conversations of just nothings..
Inaudible admissions of deep seated admirations..

Unsure perceptions of extraneous eyes
Incidental conclusions of unwelcome presences..

Unbearable aches of reluctant partings..
Inevitable eventualities of irreversible relationships..

The Room

The class is full but there would always be room.. many are still waiting

How can she be not there when all of them are.. have been sitting

They gesture n laugh n listen n share all over again.. without tiring

Over n over again as i say it year after year.. repeating

Fancy terms they have to label people.. o do i care!!