The Sun in my Eyes

Just a year back
there were so many suns
the rising sun, the morning sun
the shining sun, the evening sun
the setting sun, the crooked sun
the slant sun and the sun
in my heart deep
and the sun in my eyes
that didn't let me sleep
and made my pains arise
and didn't let me close
those blank eyes
that permanently froze
with furious fire within
that burnt throughout the day
and purposelessly stay'd
lurking in those black beads
making an invisible yet invincible
smoke trickle through
the corners
of rain-solidified,
cresent shaped eyes
with vision vaguely immutable.

Overtly Dejected

Darkness is getting

Darker still;

Distilled with severity,

In the endless wait of

The bright lights of

Hope.

The chimeras of anguishes

Are filling up

The dejected heart

Moving toward limitless

Infirmity of emotions.

Know not where

It’s taking

Know not

What it wants.

The high skies

With mysterious cries

Are

Pulling every inch

Of sensibility.

Lonesome Heart's Shore

Quite quiet are the noisy uproars

Of the lonesome heart’s shores.

Telling the pondered thoughts

But in a sorrowful silent lore

That the heart bore

Heavily in heavy tears’ store.

Limitlessly trickling tears

No more stay stored

In the hidden eye cores.

Dampening the whitened face

Eroding all its grace

They trickle trickle trickle

All the way alone.

Strange Gurgle

My blood’s gurgling

Throughout the passages

And the closed spaces

While getting

Instilled

In the

Oxygen stale

Forcing the dead spirits

To continue living

Believing and giving

Senses to senses lost.

Hear me how I howl

Chaotically scowl

 And sing songs secretly

 With the secret rhythms

 Of the gurgles strange

 Resonating  restlessly

 Through my body pale

 Like a mysterious gale

 Arousing

 The dead from the graves.