My God Was Right There…

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Lights
People
Ecstasy
Wishing to roam around the world…
The chase always seemed alluring.

Committed to happenings,
I craved my days to melt down
as
Storms all over me write poetry when I fly
Life run at such pace, death shall be haunted to spy
Euphoria shriek out of my ashes when I die
For I may embrace the ground and unravel the sky

I never wished to settle
until my breath created the background music
And ear drums serve as the playground for heartbeats.

And she was the just the very opposite!

Complete in spirit in the same four walls
She never had such a desire.
Happiness flowered inside her and
She had this talent of survival.
I never understood how was she managed
to make a life between a society with
Blurred sentiments!
Twisted mentalities!
Poisoned tongues!

and when the same storm pierced the pages
I knew that one yellow leaf left long inside my book of life.

I knew the
Same beautiful soul,
Same door,
Same person.

I don’t know¬† how she always accepted me.
She could ask ” Why did I come back?”

But instead she said “It’s home where you turn at last”

And that very moment…

I knew my God was right there in front of my eyes ūüôā

 

The Mirror

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Lights are out
The diary is lost
But I pick up the canvas
And a few crumbled pages

I hear the pen yearning to write
I see the colors painting the white
I spread my arms,
Smell the rain
Pierce my bones!
Its craving to hold on
to the window pane

I look up to the sky
It drops me the words I desire.
And in this cold

it ignited the fire

Memories are ready
Nostalgia is chasing
Euphoria is rushing
Writer cuddles the metaphors
The painter blushes

And the shackled voice
Frees itself…

in the name of silence
in the sense of poetry
in the form of colors
I paint sensation,

The nail biting news

And all of our lives…
in red and blues
Couplets of promises
knocking my door 

demanding their dues.

All the clamour

Amidst the glamour
Shriek and shimmer
for you my enamour.

Obliterating the darkness 
rises a glimmer
Poetry and shades

Intertwined to make a MIRROR.

Every night
in the splendid moonlight
You read in that mirror
The Universe speaks
of those shades again,
It sings of you
counting the stars…
It listens to your feet
dancing magic in the rain!

The writer, The painter
Deep down you know him.
You open those yellow crumbled pages
You caress the shades
with tender touch…

But when will you understand…
The crumbled page speaks of you!
The shades are all the colors of you.

Do you ever recall us ?
Do you ever realize
All this time
in the mirror

It was You
It has always…
been you…