Ruthless heart

A heart is a heart it has no rules

A name, a bond, a custom is for fools

Bind it, conceal it, or close it tight

Will leap out to a glittery sight

Consume every vien you hold so true

Until you are left with a shadow of you

A shadow with a dripping heart

Be careful for its not an art.

A Quest for reason

I’am here for a reason

I’m still unfound for a reason

I crave knowledge for a reason

I’m restless, anxious for a reason

I’m stubborn, misfit for a reason

I’m rude, headstrong for a reason

I hear a call from within for a reason

I am antisocial, solitary for a reason

I live between dreams and sleep for a reason

I have an itch for far-off places for a reason

I reason a lot for a reason

The fact that the reason is yet unknown

Must have a reason

a mind on holiday

With every sigh and fear,

In every foot trampling the ground

And soot laden heavy sight,

I wish something.

A space enlivening those arty pictures:

Of cotton soil, new born sky

A shore of corals and soft airy sand.

Day might pass in an eye’s wink

Clocks won’t scramble the veins of forehead

Motor might not trespass 

The ears making love with birds.

Voices may not hammer the drowsy sleep.

Somewhere sun might consummate the sea

Without a sonnet of love.

Drizzling would be silent

Song to a lover’s ear.

Heart would bear less force to pump.

A lap where sleep comes like breathe.

Where breath itself could be

Heard and played with.

No nightmare of forlorn darkness

May dread the day.

My lap too could be a cradle for someone.

A greeting to the life of nomads:

Sit in, lie down, and settle.

No ill fear of robbery, rape, riot.

An uphill drive towards the wilderness,

To the land unknown to the eye,

Where the land and sea end

And tranquil meets peace. 

Who are you?

An endless endeavor to find meaning

of sleepless nights, full of dreams

dreams that keep you afloat between light and dark.

What are you made of? Why did you come?

is something special in you? Is your craft unique?

finding answers in the ocean deep

looking for a shining star.

The squid whisks away and you follow

only to find yourself lost

your identity changes with the rising sun

though sleeps in the same body everyday.

You have no-name, you are unfamiliar, uncertain.

You are here but not here

you want this, but wait… you don’t

just sure of one thing, you are more than something.

Your body is a shrine for your mind

dreams are the air it breathes

heart is the only map there is,

on an endless road to discovery.

Would love to have you back!

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Would love to have you back

Misanthrope

Do I have a heart of stone?

Or is it numb?
Or have I none?

Why don’t I cherish what people do?
Am I a beast?
Worthy of disgust.
I don’t want a crowded street
People flooding disgust me.
Sometimes an acquaintance takes
Away my heart
At others I know not the one
Living besides me for years.
At times I don’t pay back
Her love
She who takes all my whims
And fancies
I rather lay back mumbling
At the factors which ridicule her.

People of my age I see
Busy engaging themselves with them
An update, a status, a picture.
I imagine how they have
People worthy of their love
I don’t find that string
Which is said to be attached to them.

I love not the tools of my birth
Then how Can I love anybody ever
How could a barren soil
Dream to beget a flower.

I see her sweating all day long
Only for a taste on buds
That tender heart begins a cry
Only with a pinch of misery.
Though I know not why
I don’t feel giving her my shoulder
Rather I am critical and often
Shut her up with an ugly chiding.

He talks to me or at least tries
To become more than an acquaintance
Shares his happiness and praises acquired
Hoping to start a conversation.
I still find myself engaged
In jotting evidences against my begetter
Hear words of my heart
That sound as his critique.

I love not all but I love still
When love can die for it
Am I still a beast?
Worthy of disgust?

Would love to have you back!

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Would love to have you back