Grey Cloud, Blue Raindrop

When raindrop leaves the cloud,
She consoles him tenderly,

"The will of life is such
That we've to live without each other for a while.
But that doesn't mean I’ll be far from you.
Yearn deeply from your heart
And I’ll be running back to you.

There is no power mighty enough
To keep two lovers apart.

I might be frozen in lakes
Near the glaciers of Himalayan north
For two winters to come.

Or I might be dancing through the night
Along with Beas, Teesta or Chandra
By the corner of a sleepy hamlet

Or I might be engrossed in a world
Completely different than ours.

But all the while
I’ll be biding my time,
To come back to you.

For it is you who complete me
As shadow completes light.

Yes, today we are breathing different air
And keeping different faces
But the only light that shines through me
Illumines from your heart.

It is in your love
That I've found immortality
Of thousands lives

It is in your love
I've witnessed the essence
In the shadows of time.

I'm sure you must wonder
As you wait for my return,
That why would Then I,
Be anywhere else?
But be here
With you bare?

Why would then I,
Stroll the land of hills?
And sing my heart
When you are afar?

I accept the irony of life
But understand me too, love
This is the path we've to walk.

Like a butterfly’s metamorphosis
Our love will bear wings.
Away from one another,
our world will grow
Within you, within me.

Nurture it,
Keep it alive,
In your heart
In your dreams
In your life
As I keep it in mine.

Wish too hard
And I’ll be back
Sooner than later.
In your arms
Through eternity to keep.

For I'm yours-
body, heart & soul.
For this lifetime
And ten thousand more."

So Long, Love

Remember me,
how we used to be.
Because it's almost dawn
and soon I'll be gone.

And when you'll wake up
from this dream
there won't be me
but a faint memory
of how we used to be.

Bloom Within

The walls are grey and growing.
Truth hides behind the veil during sacred rituals.
Bad omen contaminates vision.

The walls are grey and growing
but i've a bucket full of colors.

For the naive mind has set forth 

towards lucidness umpteen.
Beyond the veiled truth
Within the self.


Twisted faces, Fixating addictive habits,
and Delirium grows around i.
While an Old madman resonates rapidly
around the passageways in mind.

But the naive moves on.
Towards omniscience.
where faces speak what they must
and life is devoid of untold hurt

Because there won't be many there.
It's a private conclave
between The Host and The Pilgrim-
I and i.

The journey is difficult
towards this ideal land confined in imagination.
But i've the sun, moon, five senses (which function properly), experiences, hope, will, courage, an extravagant mind

and a naive heart ready to take the plunge
into the great wide yonder.

Within the veil,
where truth is.
Beyond the self,
in the cloisters of I.


Addendum: i and I are personified characters. i is a mortal being, whereas I is the omnipresent energy seen only by an enlightened mind. 

Song of Hope

There won't be visions

Mind is a big blank white screen.

The only thing you know doesn't exist. 

The only thing you see is unreal. 

Except for one. 

World shredded to pieces. 

Broken green glasses of wine scattered on the floor,
The world was green before.
And all the noises were music composed in A Minor.
That's all there was to see.
That's all there was to hear.

Except for one. 

 

Voices submerge into a dying black sun
Burning eyes fall from molten skies.  

Words crumble,worlds jumble.
False promises lay naked in vain
and lies drool over uncovered truth.

Disturbed evolution. Disturbed sanity.

Except for one.  

Except for this one:
Amidst the chaos of the world grotesque. 

Right in the middle.
Underneath gloom,boom & doom.

Across the corridor from ancient faceless figurines: 

There.
There lies a puddle of black plague .

And, 

And a little red rose floats on it.