Whispers To The Oblivion ...

Stars call out to me As I lay on a bed of fireflies at night Smoking a cigarette,  burning in reminiscences I say, "I have been missing my moon" "But she is gone tonight", they retort, "Radiating aura in someone else's arms" So I lay awake till dawn Musing the eclipse between me and the world everytime we kissed.

It was in that morning. At the crack of dawn, she rose up from bed unable to bear the inconsequential lying anymore. Sleep had barren her like rain does to a land too devoted in it's sunny rendezvous. She climbed upto the rooftop. The sun was still an infantile globoid of vermillion gracing the dark sky as if it were the parting of an Indian woman's hair. Lights still glowed on aloof distant buildings visible despite the fog. She saw a pigeon bossing around another and ravens that had risen from their slumber to the joy of hovering amidst the clouds. But no sign of human could be traced. No cool winds swept past. No coos or barks or mews were heard save for an isolated crow's melancholic rendition. As if the world had come to a standstill around her. She stood alone, basking in the glory of the dawn for sometime. And then like nothing at all it came rushing to settle on her like stubborn dust. In that moment, that day, propped on that makeshift sofa she had designed for ...

The melody onto your chest that plays, Muddy rains on the window as the evening slays. Your voice echo to the tune of my laboured breath And aside, on the floor, our masks layeth You show your scars and corpses from the past I lay my fears to rest at last My body, you worship in your lover's grace Holy rituals in our sweet embrace Goosebumps like vales on my forlorn skin Awakened spirits like embers within Amidst our rubbles, blows an ignorant breeze, My soul so long a slave, you set release...