I can’t unwind..

I can’t find my own voice..

I am failing to reach deep within the depth of my soul..

Am I lost?

Hiding from the self

Mind turns inwards

Wearing many hats

When lost in pain.

Without letting in

Silence to break

The emotive heart,

Without letting tears

To form a stream,

The self pulls off

From the screen        

Allowing the mind

To repress the woe

The game goes on..

An emotion peeks in,

and I stop.

Feel caught in its grip,

and I stop….

Then at the epitome

Of fog of grief

Wherein the mind

Can no more hold

The cloudy eyes

The self comes back,

Sits with the fears,

Recaps all that gone,

And then let all the

Tears out in private..

Slowly the self is

Back on its feet again

Yet nervy in the divine

Temple of acceptance..

I am no longer ‘I’ in a dreamless sleep

The senses away from the mind,

The consciousness suspended

I am in a deep sleep so as in death.

You can’t be without me

As I am the girl for your soul

You are fooling yourself when

You just make me go away

Wrap your arms around me

As you want me as much as I do

Hug me tight from my back

As our hearts do beat as one

The power of his eyes

The magic of his fingers

The naughtiness of the all

In him make her so hooked

And inseparable from him.

Whenever the rhythm

Of my life is mystified,

I hear a mystical note

Driving me to accept

The beats of my soul

And I get synced again

Your warmth continues to spiral

Forming an insatiable yen of desire

Within the strings of my heart

My musings dissolves in yours

When your fingers slide around

Playing the familiar song in my nerves

You are my life breath, don’t leave me

Alone, making me out of breath

 

She lives every moment in his breath, cuddled by his love

She is all alone if detached from the warmth of his arms

Never had she thought to win over her emotions for him as

Liberty from his armor of love could outbreak her too badly

But on a day she wore a dispassionate mask so deliberately

That her heart was reflecting the evidence of her adaptability

Still once in a while she loses her grasp over her mind

And her soul whispers “I am not ignoring you, never can I.

But the more I am unseen by you, the more I get used to that”

It’s just a play of a burning heart in the hunt for a balance.

My old friend dropped in for a visit

Whom I treated memorably though

I love and hate her at the same time

Love her for making me matured, but

Hate her for making me miserable

Only she could see the crying lips

Hidden behind an exquisite smile

She, “the down mood” reminds me

That life is not always fun n cool.

A diamond necklace adorned me

Awesome, my mirror called me

Overwhelmed in proudness

Enjoyed the envious eyes around me

Until I found two blind eyes staring at me

Was it my own soul, masked under blindness?