Genie

On our carpet
Of words,
We flew all night
Like the nightly birds.
Little lamps -
Of people’s tired nights,
A kaleidoscope -
Of ordinary dreams and fights.
We flew over the rivers,
Over the highways,
Roping places together
Strings of grays.
We held tightly,
Our hands
As we flew on our carpet
Over grieving lands.
We pondered
Over people’s sorrows.
Thought of mighty ways
To make them pillows.
Our carpet,
Our dear world,
Was weaved in purple
With brocades of gold.
Others admired -
During the day.
Our carpet, they dreamed of
And wished as they may.
The carpet is still there
But our faith unstable,
We have grown up
And doubt if it’s able.
The purple is dusty
And the gold weary -
As we are away
On path, far dreary.
I wish for again
The carpet flights
And see from above
The city lights.
Do you have faith?
Would you daunt?
A flight with me
Would you want?
If I am left alone
With our carpet of love
I will still fly
Like the white dove.

Asphyxiate

I can hear

Someone's footstep

In your heart.

The last bell

Of the Day -

When will you return home?

The clock strikes one

I did not eat,

Are you here yet?

I can see

Someone's smile

On your lips.

Why don't you laugh with me anymore?

Love, that I had,

Is scattered 

Like the last leaves

Of fall.

Would you pick one,

Keep it in the pages

Of your favourite book?

Years will pass,

And it will dry

Leaving a mark

On that page of your favourite book.

Some day

When you are happy

With someone's smile,

When you are dancing

With someone's rhyme,

Would you open that page

And spare a moment

On that leaf,

Of my once love?

Would you then know,

That I loved you the most?

And would you then want

To asphyxiate time?

Soliloquy

Yes, I loved you. Loved you passionately with every bit of my soul. I loved you till I tasted my tears. I could feel my gut bloat and my heart burst. I could hear the midnight strike, with dog barks and insect scream. I stood in the darkness and the deep hollow. With my heart in hand and teardrops on it. Relentless, I was in it. I waited as long as I could. I wanted you with every cell in my brain, every blood drop of my body. I battled logic and reason. I shut off good wishes and friendly waves. Because all I wanted was you. You were my destination and my road. I walked on you to reach you. There was rain, thunder and muddy nights. There were lashes of fire and heat of the sun. I still walked on you to reach you. There were no sidewalks to sit on. No railings to lean on. I had to walk and walk on. Stoned sometimes, sometimes I was a muse. I saw other who wanted to travel you too. They left, or you left. But I walked on. You did not let me leave. You satiated yourself with the treachery and my pain. It nourished you. It kept you reminding of my love for you. You wanted to see me. See me every moment. See me struggle through the road named you. Years and days passed by. You did not let me stop walking you. It would kill you. If I stopped, the road would stop too. For I was the lone explorer of the road named you. Others came and went. It was not easy to walk you. I battled your hatred. It was you saying you love me. Your way of wanting me. You hated me from the core. You expected me to stop walking you. Shocked, you were. Amazed, you were. Denial, you were in. I too, defied and destroyed the road behind me. Possessed by the journey, how could I let others take the road I took. I was the owner and the only traveler. I fought with every spring that came our way. I wanted winter and harsh winter. So that you could feel my warmth. I hated autumn for it would make you happy. For it would make you happy alone. For it would satiate you off me. I hated the rain, for you will be free. I wanted only winter. And a harsh one. And winter it was. Snow cold around. I could see only thorny bushes. It would hurt you. Make you cold. Make you shiver with unwanted bruises. I would comfort you, and that made me claim my road. Claim my rights. Claim my love for you. And then there was a snowstorm. Too harsh for us. Too harsh for me to warm it down. Too harsh for me to comfort you. Like the spring, the autumn, the rain, the winter too, took you off me. Fool I was to love you so passionately. Fool I was to not feel your pain. That snowstorm blew it all. Uprooted you were. I could not walk you anymore. I too blew away with the snowstorm. We lost.