Run Out Of Words

Sometimes

I run out of words 

to express

the turbulent thoughts

raveling inside our minds,

the unexpected turn of

events in our life,

the burst of emotions

we deal with,

and the scare

of stopping to

read and write

because a life

without them would be

impossible  to live.

 

 

 

Fade Away

Everything eventually fades away…

The colour

Of henna stains

On my palms;

So bright and red

 

Like

A life

Full Of

Brightness and prosperity,

A soul

filled with

Passion and desire,

Mankind 

Full of

Love and Harmony.

 

Eventually it starts to fade away

 

The colour of joy

Henna

Bids my palm

A farewell

 

Like happiness

Comes for

A while

And then fades away,

Like love

Stays

In our hearts

And then fades away,

Like satisfaction

With life

And success

Fades away,

Like the reason

To breathe

Eventually fades away.

Pillow-Midnight Ally

You hear

Sounds

Of  Sobs

None can hear,

 

You soak in

The tears

And handle

The rage.

 

You are a

Keeper

Of secrets

And lies

No one knows,

 

You hear

The words

Never uttered

Before,

 

You know

The nightmares

And fears

That broke me,

 

You know

The myriad thoughts

That moulded me,

And

My today.

 

You are

Aware

Of  the joy

My soul

longs for.

 

I know I can

Turn to you

At midnights

When my 

Soul gives up.

 

I know

My whispers

Are safe 

With you.

 

 

You are there

When nobody’s there

I’ll shed a tear

To you

Every single-night.

 

 

 

 

 

Escape

Escape. A six letter word, I encounter daily. 

‘Escape.’ My soul yells daily.

For that is the only thing left.

For that is the only hope left.

For that is how you can be free.

Free of judgements, you can no more bear.

Free of expectations, you can no more fulfill. 

Free of questions, you can no more answer.

Free of silence which kills you from inside.

‘Escape.’ Yelled my soul.

I shut it down today like I did yesterday.

I’ll shut it down tomorrow like I did today.

For my heart can’t leave it all back, no matter how hard it tried.

It has learnt to live with it and hopes to rise above it.

‘Escape.’ Yelled my soul.

Again and again.

Strange

Strange it is,

how you know what I want.

Strange it is,

how you make me smile.

Strange it is,

how you catch my sugar-coated lies.

Strange it is,

how you see what no one sees.

Strange it is,

how you bring serenity.

Strange it is,

how I want to see you smile.

Strange it is,

how I complete your words.

Strange it is,

how I influence your mood.

Strange it is,

how we tend to understand each other.

Strange it is,

how our demons vanish when we are together,

and we rise upon their shadows.

Strange it is,

how we talk like we knew each other since forever.

Strange it is,

how we got so close, in the twinkling of an eye.

 Strange it is,

how I fear you invading my heart.

Strange it is,

how I try to push you away.

Strange it is,

how I want you around but not in my heart.

Strange it is,

how I want you to be the same as all.

Strange it is,

how we are so close yet so far.