One Step Away

One step away at a time,
Threaded constellations of your smile,

For years, my heart veins tried telling you,

That it hurts when the lips don’t move,

One step away at a time.
Now that you laugh,

And I can’t feel a thing in my core,

I guess I have walked away from the stars.

Only trees can talk off time,

They stay with me in these dimensions,

Where smiles are immaterial lies.

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On the Corpse of the Cosmos

I am lost and seeking refuge. At times, at home, where everything is the same, I feel a surge of alienation. Alienation leading to the path of surreal yet complete encapsulation of illusions.

I sit down, numb everything but my forehead. It takes a while to forget the trauma of my sense. Slowly, a serene light hits the shore of my temple and I am held.
Held home, if you will.

But you won’t . So I don’t try telling people about it, I just open my eyes from the dimensions where time lacks influence on space. I open up to the world where all beings are just and lost, so I cry happy tears, knowing the reality and decay of the time.

Beautiful things are simple. Like a conversation with a friend who gets you. Although it is impossible at the versified age of human depression. But yesterday, I cried of happy tears with a friend. She could understand the light and the vision of the surreal home. So we took off to another plane and counted the dead stars in the night, while hanging out on the corpse of the cosmos.

The deal was simple, digital screens can end up in the best creative promt. We decided to let go off the entire universe, because inside encapsulation of the bent space, nothing that we are aware of really exist. Yes, the imagination led us to an inside of a dead star. It is strange and uknown to science as to what happens if someone breaks down while travelling through dimensions.

But thanks to the movie Intersteller, the virtual date got even more interesting. We visited memories in the void of that night. A few years in the broken space was funny enough to lose some tears, the good thing was that the expansion of the conscience was comforting.

It was like meditating, the wrong direction of escape but when pushed back into the realisation that it was around 2:00 AM, all we could do was smile on the broken dream.

Everything gives room for spiritual insight, its just that we forget how to smile sometimes. That one night happened for the justified carvation of these lines:

Last night, we slept on the corpse of the cosmos,
Lived a little while in her eyes,
A little in mine.
For memories and the mortality of time,
We laughed of the tears from life.

 

The Eternal Verse

Souls dwelling in the sun,
Their cries bleeding into crevices
Immortality imprisoned with love,
Surfing and drifting with flares while they sleep.

In the sleep of pain to forget the night,
They dream of the Earth, the allusive lies,
A planet where they can live in bodies,
Not the celestial fire, but the creative desire.

Sleeping for centuries and almost lost,
But one day, they listen to their cries,
As vibrations from the sun,
Holding the planets of deception,
Awakening through the nerves that went numb,
We all, one day, will drown with the burning lungs.

The mighty prison shall break,
And the poor souls shall pay their pain,
Karmic supernova till the universe collapse,
The mystic material of the forehead to overlap.

We shall cry in peace,
Our broken soul would heal,
Through the dead breeze,
We shall fly towards home.

Not Earth, we are not alone,
But we are one, the sun then,
And darkness now,
Home is the void around.
Mystical sound, unless the sun bursts into time,
Unless dimensions are broken down.

 

 

 

What is my Name?

“What is it, Sagar?”

“I don’t know really know, one of those waves of thoughts that are not meant to be expressed.”

“Confess, in verse or vibrations that shall end up in the space once exhibited from the mouth.”

“Alright, I will speak it out then.”

“One day near the lake,
I thought to myself about my name,
About who am I?
Where I am going?
And where am I from?
It seems as if I am lost.
I looked around and the thoughts would resonate,
Each time, each eye would ask the same,

What is my name?

So are we all lost?
In the space just like this verse,
Enumerating through words,
Vibrating through walls of the heart,
Escaping through the origin of those stars.

In fact, all of them are like these words,
Exhibiting different answers to the questions,
To the same tree, resting over impositions.
What about the people, I have been with?
I have kissed beautiful woman,
Watched them sleep,
Greeted the dawn with my need.
Where are they? Their memories?
With the poems I gave them,
It seems that they too are long gone.

Just like my words,
Huh, traveling into the lost space,
Regardless of time, they stay,
And one fine day,
You will read this form of my claims,
When I rest by the eternal lake,
You will say,
Oh, that’s his name,
And what wonders he says!

Afterall, even if lost,
How senseless will be living alone,
Each word you read transmute my being,
I am a poet driven by insane needs,
To exist in you with your space,
To deceive you with your time,
My immaterial lazy mind,
Repeating the same line,
What is my name?

The Stars on her Black Dress

Almost a decade and there she hides,

Underneath the open skies.

Cognition failed to read her eyes,

When she glared upon the flawless night.

 
Another decade further drags of space elongating with time,

And there she hides, underneath the smoke in the skies,

The stars, she adored had locked their doors,

No cognition could now suffice,

For she fell in love, with a man who drew a tiny light

To heal the haze of the smoky night.

 
A few years to heal her lies,

A few kisses to fade her mind.

She was lost, from her journey to the stars,

For the light of the man was oblivion to let her feel the raging scars.

 
And then one night he left her there,

In the dark wilderness,

In love, dejected in despair.

She screamed, she cried,

She was lost in the dark night,

For no light and cognition could foretell her the dreamy lies.

 
It has been months, in the wild,

And I hope somehow, she reads this rhyme.

If not the black ink,

Then her own black threads,

The dress she wears in the dark times,

Will remind her of the decades that died.

 
When the glimpse of hope will hit her dress,

The spark will reflect the forgotten breath,

And when she reads,

Or when she stalls,

The glimpse will guide her to the hall.

 
Almost a decade and there she used to hide.

Never to be known,

Talking to the stars in the night.

 
This is where the ink shall dry,

The darkness shall collide,

And her face shall meet the dying the night,

With tears in her eyes,

She admires the stars,

With tears in her eyes,

She redeems the truth in her past.

 
Here, she lies underneath the skies,

Talking to the child, that was lost in the wild.

No drugs, no cognition can heal her eyes.

For, there is no flaw in the night.

 

 

 

 

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The Man of the Universe (Love story of a comet)

So, this planet was just not right for me,

Ah, the green was gone and what else does a comet look for,

I revolved around her affection for so long,

And at the end, she called it a lunar day, for my fall.

 

A simple human mind that stares each eye of the universe,

I call myself a comet that revolves and have the serenity to fall,

Gravity, they have, each beautiful planet around,

But rare, are the ones who can hold my crown.

 

They call me a mess, planet after planet, I address,

They call me the dreamer from the night,

Ah, they don’t know how passion ignite,

How dank it all felt, and then God pushed me away,

To adore the universe in gray.

 

I have this vision to dream, this magnet of sleep,

So, Yes I am hurt because of the ex-planet,

How beautiful yet deceiving her path around the sun,

I always suspected if she was the one.

 

Alas, in the darkness again, the bright light,

Going around galaxies to find my might,

Faith and orbits surround me as lovers,

Who kiss and leave me blind in colours.

 

Oh, is she a planet dressed in blue?

With the green on top of her mood?

Ah, I shall visit and find the cure,

For the light shall be bright on the shore.

 

And yes, I know my faith,

The day, she allows me to kiss her arm,

Is the day, we both shall die in the charm,

So beautiful, it will be, when we meet,

A staunch blast of light,

And we shall be one.

 

 

Dear Aries

Alive like the blood, Compelling as the rose.

It is all a simple rhythm to move along,

Maybe dance a little and colour the song,

It is the human nature to be adamant with prejudice,

Not for us, our senses can go beyond to empathise.

 

Peace is our stance while we listen,

And we expect the same from our whistle,

We may be horrid with the horns,

But often, humour can help you heal the wounds.

 

We are short-lived in anger and concern,

But the aesthetics shall remain and the future shall learn,

How trivial images can shape revolution for them all.

We hold the throne of lands on our head,

The passion that rules, hidden under the crest.