Into the Darkling Night

Will you look back
One last time
Before you step out
Into the night and walk away
With everything that was ever right.

Will you hold your breath
For a few seconds more
Before you give out that God forsaken sigh.

For just a moment more
Will you look into my eyes.

Like a Clam

There are times in my life when I clam shut. I absorb all colors, hear everything, see everything, feel everything. I am normal, except that I don't let out anything. I feel closest to a broody owl, closed from without, pitch black as black is. There are places in me that are too deep and down under. It never augurs well to live in those places for long. Sometimes I do. Not that I like it, but I do. 

There are times when I need to disconnect so that I can make more sense of things around me. And then it becomes a habit. And until a loved one calls out loud or breaks my reverie without a shattering knock, there are chances that the dark rooms that fill my life will trap me into a perpetual maze. Imagine forever moving through doors and windows. Imagine feeling that you are always on the move, except that you never cover any real distances. 
The bridges across hearts rot out of disuse. All the loved ones have left too soon. Those who remain, are as confused.


Jugnu Si (Like a Gloworm)


Late into troubled nights
I have often caught myself flaunting
A flicker of a smile, unaware.
It must be you thinking about me
After your two shots of Vodka
Or is it Rum 
That you have these days?

The Dark of the Night

You would not have walked with me Had the nights been not so scary And your nightmares All so real for you. I would not have held your hands...