
The sky has turned pink and blue.
The greyness of winter has brought in some hue.
The sun is going down the horizon
Leaving behind colors of twilight.
To hold on to;
Before returning,
To the stillness of a long black night.
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The sky has turned pink and blue.
The greyness of winter has brought in some hue.
The sun is going down the horizon
Leaving behind colors of twilight.
To hold on to;
Before returning,
To the stillness of a long black night.
A whisper in the darkness of the night
Made me pull my blanket up tight.
I lay inside with eyes wide open
Holding on to my breath.
The bed creaked; sheets rustled.
I shut my eyes.
A whisper again
It said,
Mine!
What is this religion for which we fight?
That we are so passionate and proud about..
Does it teach us to beat people?
Harm them, murder them, or hurt them?
If it does, then why are you standing by it?
If it doesn’t, then why are you doing it?
Religion is staying together and showing mercy.
It is loving one another and being at peace.
It is about making the world a better place for our children.
Love.
A beautiful emotion,
the lesser said the better.
It is a feeling that needs
to be experienced.
Love is best seen in the eyes of your loved ones.
You know when that affectionate warmth is meant just for you.
You know that their hearts melt
when their lips slowly turn into a smile
every time they see you.
You know your love would give up everything
just to be with you.
Love is a feeling that slowly kills
a little bit of you,
yet you love..
Because it keeps you alive.
Haunted castle.
Restless ocean.
Dreary thunderous night.
Dusty curtains.
Lost footsteps.
Creaky wooden floors.
Dirty hingeless doors.
Rusty leaking taps.
Sleepy rabid bats.
Withered old trees.
A rustle on dried leaves.
A shadow with the breeze.
A lacy low-cut red gown.
A gasp.
A silent forgotten scream.
She smiled in the mirror
while braiding her hair
with fair daisies.
She pinned them tightly
then draped on her
Rosy-pink saree like in 1980s.
Her face gleamed with joy
The kohl in her doe-eyes
Was a reason to many broken-hearted cries.
The pink lily talcum perfumed her cheeks
I look at her fondly
as Amma walks past me
like a summer breeze.
With cold hands and a numb mind
I walked to unwind.
Dull red and brilliant blue
Were the colours that came through..
From bars and her shiny eyes.
She glanced at me cold as ice
Then went amiss
Into the shadows of the night.
Like a stray I drifted away
Into the coldness of her familiar sight.
In her eyes,
You see sorrow.
Sure as hell,
You’ll come again tomorrow.
To seek pleasure in her pain.
An attempt, only to go in vain.

Why does this happen every time?
Darkness..
overcast skies..
Are a weakness.
Why do I get drawn towards you?
Why do I get overwhelmed
An unknown fear.

Just one look,
Was all it took..
To seize my attention
To get my heart racing.
The dazzling lights
Made me dreamy,
Taking me back in time
To a world of royalty.
Where the time passed but slow..
All there was to admire
Were magnificent tapestries
Order of aristocracy
Glamour of shiny gems
& sumptuous crystal chandeliers.