Fallacy.

Fallacy! Fallacy!

This daydreaming of warm eyes and fog laden streets is a fallacy.

No one will care to tell you when you step out of home,

That home is where yearning and contentment dines together, and not where doors are closed shut at the sound of agony and despair.

No one tells you to bask in the glory of winter because it’s in the summer that birds prosper better, and chirp in the glory of the mighty Sun, delightful yet dismal

Fallacy! Fallacy!

Birds of whimsical sorrows and joys are profoundly driven to the vintage burrows, undeniably warm and comforting in the callous swallowing winter winds by the night,

In those drowning moments, the caressing warmth o’er the moonlit façade of familiar cocoons fills one with empathy for the ravenous darkness, where desires, dreams and destinies hurled at with silent cries and loud whims, piled neatly under the ever growing want of  complete, a circle, a life, a point in Time where everything is myth,and everything else- reality

This wanderlust of wallowing desires and forsaken adventures for which you’d betray destiny,

Destiny is a fallacy.

Paranoid Humanoid

What have you kept from me,darkness?

Why haven't you been open about our the stories I hear as common folklore ?

Why is that you hide from the face of light when light is what makes you thunderous and delightful

Why don't you tell me about the days I have lost,

lost searching for you,

Why haven't you told me my search is all in vain ?

You reside within me and yet you aren't inane

You're the infant of my soul that refuses to be but is simply and most comfortably numb

You stem from my womb while being rooted in my veins,

Leeching on the behest of my past

Yet sticking to me,through my ticking Time

Grave grievances I have been left to swallow,

To wallow the fate of diminished light

Bound by retreating light, you and me

We stand the test of Time

You're the beloved I wish to caress yet it is within you that I foresee

My love my art my desires and my qualms from days in the past to the presence of someone lost in Yorkshire

I need to find the someone,

I lost. I lost to darkness,dearest you.

The Ghoul

Her idle dreams roam far

Sometimes adherent to the shadow on the porch,

Sometimes lurching for the ravenous escapades of the setting Sun,

A demiurge of her own song she believed them to be

The dreams were a song that was meant to, be and not to be.

Her face endowed the aspects of youth,

Of radiant glow and flushed cheeks with freckles o’er her brow,

Yet the dappling sunlight would seldom leave the practice of hide and seek

As she walked past the shadows to tease the light

Her walk was humble, yet of fervid strides

Sometimes the ocean gazed at her

Sometimes she would fall coy

Sometimes she would hold her breath and hum into the night

With blithe carousal she met her self

Amidst long walks, and swifter breeze

Her denial of the worldly affairs declined

With every step she left in the sand for the waters to lunge at

Sometimes to tinker her mind and

Often to make her realize that where she lived, she was needed to be

With her devastated heart and nerve-wrenching sighs,

Perfectly masked under the soft curl of her lips

And her shallow smile

Guarding the juvenile glint of familiarity in her eyes

Deliberation

It's reality that is the learned teacher of all.

It's reality that compels one to fall,

It's reality when it catches you unaware,countless times

It's reality,I reckon that will give you everything you wouldn't never lust for. And love when it comes calling from far.

I live in this palace of a mind that I took the liberty of calling mine. 

It is crowded for I know its not just one that is incepting the peripheral visions of the eye

It's one,where all my predicates fail the subject

Mere lies and barefaced truths meddled in the chaos of the seeming upheaval of emotions at its front

It would be highly critical to adjourn the unnerving volatility of this state, as fear, or as pride

It is perhaps the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind or the devastating,at the World's end

To me it is new,the haste and theconfusion all laden with the ever daunting déjà vu 

Conflicts dipped in puddles of joy,straight from the diver's sight and to the body,crisp and agile

Once across the destination called the 'destiny' or more Morse 'fate',one can do little but to either drown or swim along the lengths of not just one but many goodbyes

I wonder if the goodbye is within my crowd or is it another fire kindling in my mind.

Eternal demise,internally devised.
I'll save my last for a territory beyond the twists and turns of life and times of the crowd
and of the one that will be not mistaken but duly noted as my own.
That riddle, and conspiracy of fate and time, I trust will fail and rest in the arms of deliberation,
once again in time savoring what will never leave in the simplest awe of realism, my palace in its prime!

Arz-e-gam

Shifa de rehem farmaiye huzoor

Siskiyon mein siyaaq

Ek sog bhi soz-e-nihaan hui,

Suver uss surat-e-tasveer ki

Aaj bhi iss kalam ki syaahi mein luft, lipati hui,

Suhbut ke sukoon ki

Sulh namaah hain!

Huzoor, shifa de rehem farmaiye

Zara gor se, junoon tayaid, ta alluqat farmaiye,

Tanaa O’ unn lamhon ki yaad mein

Taskeen vaadiyan vahimaah vafaa mein luft, lipati hui

Vasook vasl-e-yaar ki panah mein

Mukamal zulmat-e-shab ki hi gawah hui

Farda ye farmanon ne talim ki hi nahi kabhi…

'Wait and Hope'

There is less light, for the demure warmth that lingers

Whilst the breeze moves

Like a brook winding and turning, yet confined

Of what once perhaps was the gushing of a sea? 

With the same intensity the deliberating stance of uncertainty is now thudding in the mind

Even the sky seems welcoming to this commotion like it were its own child

One wouldn’t dare look into the fog, silhouettes are ready fiend

Every once in a while, the mist settles low, teardrops from the sky!

Poignant notes on leaves, scar the soil, char remains of arpeggi from the Dead Sea

O diligent Time!

Save the soil of Mozart, Beethoven, let the tides prevail, not diminish Lazarus!

‘cause somewhere far away, and near home in the agony laden everyday ,‘Wait and Hope’ still light a house.

Drive Home

'If I found the one I long to see, I would not cry for peace of mind

Among the hours of paradise, if one like you I’d find.

After destroying me do not bury me in the house in which you dwell,

Why should someone looking for my grave find your house as well?

Do not put to shame the wine server’s oath by which you’re bound,

Know that every evening I drink from wherever it is found.

What Majnoon did I could do for you to see

If of pain and turmoil within me I could be set free. '

-Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib

In the wisps of ashen memories,

I can clearly identify life, revolving around serenading words, of wisdom and care

In those moments I re-live the glory of yesterday, one where the abyss was a voice, charming as an aurora, and warm as the winter Sun

Peripheral emotions that had smitten wholly, bound only by foresight at the horizon

Horizon. Limiting in its wake, often does define, that what makes hay eventually settles, sublime!

Is that what memories seize to become when the present aches, the voice of helpless mewling diligently disturbing clarity, of mind, (of heart -with the former’s demise)

In the times of story-telling, I have heard plenty,

In the wake of surreal musings,

I have clearly conjured one of my own, in the woods, on a cliff- ‘neath the daunting Sky

And in that moment I have submerged myself in every beat of your heart, seeping slowly with each breath, amalgamating the air with fragrance of the sea

Once resentful, I shall now salvage, what this world conspires against

In my freedom, all you will have is me.

A demi-urge once, reeks in the glory of coming a full circle, one in which I have done the rounds and called your name

I shall willingly give without despair, what I have found

Freedom, to be me