Crushing dry leaves

Thy words still hang around.
Oh! I laugh at them
 for you fear imperfections.
What a treason to you it is 
to fear the ubiquitous,
akin to my ashes
that are scared of oblivion.
All are lies that you say to me.
I know,
for I have seen it; the strength
latent in you.
A joy.
I saw it last night
when the world was asleep
 and you were not.
thy eyes, they were open,
gazing at the moon, the stars,
beholding the sky
whence reflected the imperfections.
And oh! that overawed expression;
yes, i still remember.
The cold of the night hit you
but you stood as to fight 
all your fears.
Trust me as I say you ain't phobic
for you have missed her. Always,
knowing that she ain't flawless
nor she ain't perfect.
You are a liar.
You dance in the rain
and you umbrella lies
as uselessly as an unmanifested thought.
I saw your footprints in that rough sand,
the dew drops on your soft feet.
Thou shalt define power
for you learn the lyrics, not the beat.
The books that made you cry know it too.
You don't fear your errors
but the crowd, the people;
and that is what you are.
'Tis for you to remember
''How fearless thou art to be atelophobic''.

Scorch

Scorch

You are gone,
pulverized in the mist
and became its part
like you never lived.

Left me in this desert
to starve and annihilate,
to melt in the heat;
panged and wrecked

I looked for you
in the books you read,
in the pages you riffled
and the lines you marked.

In the songs we sang,
the poems you wrote
those nights when you laughed
and those days when you just spoke.

In the memories we made
and the coffee you sipped.
In the places we went
and the rainbows we missed.

In the dreams we had,
the moments we lived,
in the future we planned
and things you outdid.

In the air you breathed
and the air you exhaled.
In the passion you carried
and words you often said.

None I had
but you. Only you.
Even in the promises you promised to keem
there is no sign of you.

You left no clue
but you left me;
precarious, debilitated.
Scorch sucking the cold

So much of me is withered
but a hope still remains;
discoloured, yet unchanged
to find you again.

PS- you all must be thinking that a lover has lost her partner. You are right. But there is a difference. They both are there , at the same place from where they started their journey , but he has changed. She feels as if she has lost her importance to him. whatever she does, whatever she feels, he pays no attention to it. HE HAS CHANGED. Maybe something or someone has replaced her but she is the same. She is stronger than before and she knows that  she will get him back. She can bear everything, every damage to her soul, but losing him will break her from the inside. She will turn to ash and will never be able to return to her original form.

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The glowing dark expanse

We look at the moon
And smile
As if it is ours

How we want to fly to the moon
Or how we want
It to come to us
How we want to steal the moon
From everyone else in this world

There are thousands of us
Doing the same
Aiming for the impossible

But what is there in the moon

That is not there in the stars?
And what is there in the stars
That is not there in the sky?

The sky is dark
It is called the NIGHT
It is vast and infinite
It holds the stars and the Moon
It holds and supports the light

Sky is bold and spacious

It is deep till no extent
Just look at it
Beautiful on the outside
And mysterious inside!

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IT ALL ENDED LIKE THIS

IT ALL ENDED LIKE THIS..

I run, scarred, hunting for someone I know
But the faces they bleed; I can't identify
Alone, shattered, on the land they have blown
Too scared to make a cry.

The barbarians will annihilate our land
Explosion hither. Firing thither.
With a reason none can understand
I watch my people die. I watch them wither.

Blood. Death. Agony. Shrieks.
My place is not my place anymore
Unambiguously barren. Merely bleak
The afflictions it gives me have no cure.

ps. - it all happened one day when i just woke up that i heard noises, loud noises. i was really scared and my parents were not at home. alone.....  i just waited but..... they did not come back.

i went outside to look for them and suddenly i was captured. it was then i realised that my tears will never end. i watched them kill my people and take away everything- life, money, land. who are they?? they are terrorists.... who brutally slayed everyone. there was smoke and dust and blood everywhere but no sign of life.
and worst of all, i do not have even memories to live with.

THE TWINKLING STAR

The Twinkling Star

A beauty one can ever feel,

so true and chaste.

The magic hid in the heart; 

impalpable but had an effect

which have I discovered

which I now know of.

A real soul

took birth to die.

It lived. Yes, once it did

but merely to die.

When it breathed I did not

When I breathe it does not.

Oblivious of each other,

tied, nonetheless

by a relationship, mysterious

for it lies within my origin.

Ever has the radiance glowed, 

resigned, yet vibrant;

quiet, Sparkling

in the night sky amidst infinite stars,

the form changed

and still remains.

Embraced by the heaven. Fain.

Gone before my arrival; did not wait.

Couldn't bid adieu to thee,

a rainbow in the blue just faded.

Guides me thy light

To the symphonies you kindled.

PS- A poem is never mere a poem. It is the thoughts, the sentiments, the feelings of a person. It is a revelator and a concealer. This poem is for the person whom i've never seen, let alone knowing her.

She is my grand-mother. She left me before i came here. But her aroma, her essence hasn't escaped. her absence is searing but at night, the star heals all the sores and scars. She is indelible and potent who has been living for eons and will continue to do so. I know (may be not) that afterlife is a place that is intangible and i also know that people can never take form of stars but i know one thing, that stars are not always stars composed of gases, sometimes, they are the torches that our loved ones ignite to guide us and show us the right path.