Agony of Allegations

It’s being a long summer,
In life without
being green my love.
My eyes became deserts,
And my vanes drain empty,
Without presence of moisure,
Produced by your touch.

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It’s a day before long night,
My heart going to be frozen,
And my eyes will remain on sky.
In waitings of awaiting.

Each moment passed after your departure,
Teases my soul, that
I let you go.

Can you unwind me from my allegations, that
I let you felt alone
When you needed me.
Can you rain on me, with
drops of forgiveness.
Can you sing same song, that
You sang in my ears.

I am not alone in real world,
But inside my heart,
Preseved that same tears.

They require a justification,
Can you give one, which
My heart can hear.

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Widow Feelings

Widow feelings,

black and white,

Both nature and day,

Goes to temple,

Prays whole day,

To pass…

Start with ‘Tulsi‘,

Jailed in home,

Paper and ink

Sketched a blank…

Vibrated soul,

Sleepless eyes,

Moist round chicks,

Imagined that myth…

Extreme sorrows,

Works left not borrowed

Doing the same

Welling the empty well…

Happens in grounds,

Unfertilized with emotions,

Neutralized by demonstrations,

Of their wills, and powers to heal..

Does it matters,

Life being scattered?

Emotionless and dampness without hands of hope,

And willing ever loss…

The storm of Sorrow,

Could bring all this horror, but

Is it that end??

You wished, when eight.

where that aspiration,

And optimization??

You planned for something.

This is the Right phase,

To round the circle, if wish

Against the avoidance by you,

And Tear this myth, that

you can’t or you wouldn’t…

If agree to stand,

Against that you,

Gear the heart,

to pump very fast.

Because the chain or oath,

Needs effort a lot,

to Break, to Change….

Now load the sound, that

 You could, you can, and you will.

Yes!

That is the spirit,

To coupled the charm,

With care and with ‘Jaam‘.

 

 

Tulsi: A small plant, worshiped by Hindus

Jaam: pack of wine