Singular Sensations

The riot was over
The day you extinguished the fire
But the invisible flames remained
To magnify the rhyme of desire.

Drowning in the memories
The starts pretended to twinkle
Yet the abstract rays
Couldn’t help but steadily trickle.

I was trapped in the garden of cracks
Leading to the depth of unknown
Sooner or later I had realize
Nothing can repay for what’s gone.

The ocean is bleeding now
And the colour is no more new
Maybe the ~ship was cremated but
Its heart still beats for you.

(Written this in collaboration with Sachin Prakash, an amazing poet and my classmate, few weeks ago.)

heart still beats for you...
heart still beats for you…

P.S. This blog will receive no new post until March 15, 2014. Wanna devote my whole time and energy to the Board Examination. Pre-board1 going on.

Moving On

Icy gusts of wind swirl
Around me
As I stand frozen alone
Somewhere in the empty street
Struggling with the incipient emotions
The cherry tree
Sways its leaves
In an attempt
To give a solacing caress
I step aside
Maybe it isn’t the right time
For fellow feelings
Or indelible memories, either
For those days have gone
I’m afraid to say that
There are new ones
To
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Candles Illuminate to Die

A candle illuminates
To stop the darkness unfold
The candle burns
The wax melts
Drops trickle down
Maybe the candle has been purified
Or, fire burnt its goodness away
The exposure is difficult
But every candle knows-
It has to die
Why don’t we devote ourselves for others
And then close our eyes.

-Aastha

 

An Illusory Promise

Closing my eyes
I used to see
Beach and the
Reflection of returning sun
And there on the shore
A belove creature used to be
Who but thee
I propose you
To be my friend
And with a smile
On my palms
Your palms , I could see
More than the scenery
It was beautiful
The feeling of having a friend
Like you and the promise you made
Saying” I will always be there for you”
Illusion of my mind that this relation
Will never come to an end.
Now whenever the concrete down my feet
Becomes sand
And I stand on shore
Stretching my hand
The moment I realize
no longer you are
but only the images of the
blissful moment we spent together
On my palms I can see
I feel like getting lost
As you did
And leave the thread of one-sided frienship
That I carried.

“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”  ― Lois Lowry, The Giver
“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”
― Lois Lowry, The Giver

Unanswered Questions . . .

Tears roll down my cheek

Like water flowing in a creek

As the snow of frozen agony melt

There are many people for me ,I felt

To celebrate your absence, I mourn

Tell me mister was mistake had I done ?

I remember with you how special was each moment

But now thinking about you makes me repent !

Seeing me always made you glee

Then why did you abandon me ?

What about the utopian world we made

You said love was there, immanent

One time more to you I wanna meet

To inquire did you really cheat ?

Questions many I asked  to my fate

They didn’t get answered

And all I can do is Wait !!

-Aastha

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“Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.”