​I desire to seek


​I desire to seek –
Serenity over joy,
Endurance over retaliation,
Healthy over tasty,
Kinship over reactions,
People over emotions,
Solutions over complaints,
Learnings over sufferings,
Departure over bothering,
Comfortability over sophistication,
Quality over quantity,
My roots over fancy modernity,
Love amidst patriotism.

Voicemail 


​On shore, I stood,
Gazing at the sky-

Blue of all shades.
Clouds of all patterns.
Light from only Sun,
Jumping and dancing
Like a rigid beauty,
Making all –
Patterns and shades
Equally worthless
Of concealment.

Infinite sea shouldered
Innumerous loveliness – Sky;
While sun hovered
As calm fish out of sea.

Home, I returned.
To find salty voicemail,
Of the waves and shore,
They left at my limbs,
For ceasing to find their grace.

Voicemail 


On shore, I stood,
Gazing at the sky-

Blue of all shades.
Clouds of all patterns.
Light from only Sun,
Jumping and dancing
Like a rigid beauty,
Making all –
Patterns and shades
Equally worthless
Of concealment.

Infinite sea shouldered
Innumerous loveliness – Sky;
While sun hovered
As calm fish out of sea.

Home, I returned.
To find salty voicemail,
Of the waves and shore,
They left at my limbs,
For ceasing to find their grace.

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PS: Sorry for the repetitions of the post Voicemail. I edited the original post, mobile app created a new one. 🙂

Scenes transit in obscurity.


Scenes transit in obscurity.
Setting placed to the mood.
Lead-players live with no-idea.
Co-players play within memory.
A piece builds-up the sense,
Until shredded by dullness of reality.

Ceasing to make any non-sense,
Dreams- a story the brain carves,
To show brain’s creative in substance,
Light kills it to mundaneness.

In Dark red shapes


For all riddle spilled,
He sat there to bleed
In Dark red shapes:
Making words and phrase
Upon clean white mass.
Perusing the spilled,
and the endowment.

Though,
Screeching something loud,
Pen and paper fail,
To shape words of heart.

And always, as always,
He leave it as a question,
For reader to be cautioned.
His Resultant is an unsaid,
Never gonna be limbo.

Again,
For others wasn’t there,
To listen through his soul –
Heart spoke to head,
Paper spoke to pen,
fingers danced to Screech.

Oh! My Brain!


Why would you – my brain,
Preach me loud:
“Praise God for what I got
Curse life for what I Rot.”

Oh my brain!
What catalyst you need?
Of all your reactions,
To equate,
“Only love begets love”.

Perhaps,
I didn’t tame you right.

I know life.

I know love,
That isn’t blind;
But just doesn’t care.

I pick right lines,
And feed you sound.
Trust me tight.