ECSTACY

                               ECSTACY 

she hast been reading the same book for months

trying to find life in those dead words

looking for shelter in those false lines

second chances!! they say 

ergo picked up another book by the author

endeavour another chapter

still, the words are lifeless 

the lines are pretentious

the pages are yellow and worn

opening the wounds that were once torn

thew words have blurred out 

the lines have begun to fade away at this point 

 hiding behind the words

finding comfort in those sentences

just complicated long conspicuous words

they all tangled for her to read

                                                        she is trapped in the ecstasy

                                                                                                             

                                                                                pakhi

Inspired from:  When We Collided; By Emery Lord

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                 REMEMBER THAT NIGHT...

the night was dark and dense

a single star  whirled around the moon

the moon smirked behind the clouds

the clouds played with the wind

the wind blew through my hair

it swayed beneath your feet

I was captivated by its beauty 

you are intimated by its density

I was on cloud 9

you were wrapped up in twine

you said the darkness eats you 

but I thrive on it 

we gawked the same sky

with different eye

we gaped the same moon 

with different boons

                                   pakhi

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THYSLEF

                               THYSELF

you asked me to describe  myself 

I thought and thought and thought how I see thyself

I fell short of words

had phrases curled up in herds

I looked at the mirror for inspiration 

just saw rays of aberration

an undefined body

trying hard to fit in the box of a toady

looked at the water for a reflection

saw a scattering wave of projection

gaped  at the sky for a sign

but the stars did not align

elements nor words could I find to describe myself

and I thought and thought and thought how I see thyself     

                                                                                       pakhi

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                                CROWDS

standing in  crowds

I like to read people

with lips hiding tears 

eyes carrying smiles

People here carry stories

every scar on them holds a memory

and I want to know them all

I wanna see them all 

call me eccentric

but the eccentricities carry tales

some hurt

some  laugh

but we live it all

people hold 

eccentricities in corners of their hearts  

with hopes wishes and memories old

they cannot tear apart

                               pakhi

 

I like to see people as walking stories. Every person carries memories and adventures. irrespective of age we all carry tales, some we decide to share some we decide to shove past us. Some tales our lived to laugh with our friends and some tales our lived to embarrass you.  Start viewing people as fables and you will fall in love with all of them.

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