Wait

As I silently wait,

I need not tell the world

how it pains to not know

the bliss in your tears.

I need not tell the world

how frequently I implore you

to rid the ego that is

encumbered by fears.

Like a lost girl in a dark forest,

I hanker for that crack of dawn.

A little peep

of sun’s first ray

while impatience persuades me,

to pander to its delicate self.

But I remain faithful-

to wait.

Tale

After a few million breaths,

appears the inevitable last.

Tarnished with bothersome churned flesh

of yesterdays and tomorrows,

you are but a parched leaf

to the hungry mouth of demise.

But the grumbling you

would unquestionably deny seeing

the repeated-ness of your habitual roar.

Only when tales would begin to wrap up

would you desolately notice,

your tale is no different from the one before.

Music

I could smear into

the sound of flute and drums

that form a euphony

composed by deft fingers and keen ears

Like the sound of sunrise glow

full-moon dusks

and roses’ bloom

And so, blooms my heart

Carefully crafted notes

In which linger the scent

Of the highest

Fiery songs that speak

A thousand languages

Without speaking at all

Like thickened sweet milk and rice

on my tongue

the music pleases

the taste buds of my ears

and then I want to become

and scatter like that fountain mist

The grace filling dawdles,

with my heart singing;

How I wish I could merge

How I wish I could

Hum

Words tangle

And winds fetch

a growling creature.

After me, it runs.

But deep into the labyrinth,

I suspend the hunt.

To stare at the creature

straight in its eye.

The growl then grows into a shy cry.

Shy cry, into a murmur.

To tell me, where my thoughts end,

begins the hum of silence.