Studying Table

Moments of beauty gathered around this table,
Incessant chatters with few pausing silences,
Drumming and humming songs of glorious days,
And nights we seclude to uninhabited forests,
But over here, the three of us keep coming back,
Study rituals accompanied with euphoric laughter,
At the beginning, mandatory studying materials
Gathered, but soon the addition of novels, lamps,
Snacks, and warm blankets were brought to survive
A longer duration without sabotaging our breaks,
So, to this benevolent simple table we forever salute.

A Masked Mirage

A moment of your time to render
What’s impossible possible,
An ostentatious overlap between
Reality and a masked mirage,
A directionless choice to test
The driver who will win the race,
Despite not possessing a compass,
The impossible opened its doors,
To deny my existence entirely,
To mean nothing in their life,
The tides are turning as Time
Reminds us about infinite possibilities,
A precise reality I am now embracing,
A masked mirage continuously fading,
The beauty will always soar,
And with it will we always live.

Unwarranted Addiction

Predators masked as youthful birds,
Soaring over the wilderness of free souls,
Spreading poison on ripened fruits,
Fragrances delivered for suicidal seduction,
And as you dance to their melodic birdsongs
You get chained to their psychopathic beauty,
An unwanted addiction – unwarranted,
Darkness becomes your smiles,
Ignorance your laughs,
A euphoric moment in a dysphoric life,
And then the mask cracks,
Waiting out the addiction.

The Innocent Dance of N

Señorita, the wonders of artistic wisdom,
Painting her rainbow smiles to exhilarate
Pens performing ceremonial calligraphy,
She catches glimpses of a magical fortune,
To a beautiful tomorrow that she sculpts,
And a relaxing warmth that she keeps close,
Hugging her own adorable days into a portrait,
Still, even today, I see her innocent dance.

It was You She Hanged, Remember!

Needles keep striking your chest,
The place where you remember,
Beautiful memories like red roses,
But then the thorns bleed you dry,
And you stop. You retreat. You –
Forget about her, all of her,
You have unmasked this being,
So, move on and forget that hug,
Forget that smile and that dance,
The songs and the infinite poetry,
All you need to do is remember,
Remember her twisted words,
Making you feel guilty every time,
Shackled and imprisoned in her world,
Each step thinking twice or ten times,
Until you stop talking to everyone,
Relationships cut, deleted, stabbed,
And with her incessant hisses:
Your own self she enslaved,
Your close friends she drowned,
And at last, it was you that she hanged,
Remember?!

She is not Strong

She is not strong, she is a weaponised destruction,
Think not of false prophets, but of me reincarnated,
Falter if you must be, or shelter beyond this universe,
The simple truth is just simple, strength beyond beauty,
Before one is eliminated, stand ground and raise above.

No, she is not strong, she is a weaponised destruction,
One that is always replaced, a rather used spare part,
Once blown to bits, evidently a catastrophic entity,
Such a lady is unneeded, your services are denied,
Listen to my reincarnation, think not of false prophets.

Sweet Royalty

Youthful beauty of an elevating butterfly
Writes a departing ode to the long past,
To her previous self, painting smiles to last,
And as she steps into the space among stars,
She realises the beauty in her freedom,
Blessed I am to see her evolutionary steps,
A natural phenomenon for the unique nobility,
A queen to all her close soul friends – to me,
And I ask for her throne, to stand firm next to,
As she tries to find her crown in colourful books.