Walk

Pages keep going by
Lives keep turning over.
Moments fall layered like white snow,
Time freezes right here instead of passing.

Feet await the arrival of horizon,
Sleep flows dry off of aging eyes.
It has been an age since it has rained here,
The breezes too are caught tangled in old branches.

Moon’s silver still shines just as
The sun warms luminous.
The days however arrive at wrong addresses,
While the nights keep missing their turns.

The voices are kind of heard in the calls,
Their meanings but, are no longer understood.
The touch of feelings has been numbing,
Nerves tired out, are leaving to go sleep.

The dreams of the hands which were held till now,
Fingers have begun to peel them off.
The eyes which as such were never felt with a gaze
Wonder why now their face can be seen.

What had begun like a page, blank
Crumpled and folded within wrinkles,
That yellowed scrap of paper walks on to
​​​​​​​Drown away oblivious in the ink.

The Void Third

The voids are two-
One of the heart,
Other
Of the mind.
The former, for fulfillment
Seeks only to give,
Lives to serve.
The latter, however is
Selfish.
A Black hole
Giving nothing,
Except for news of
That final destination,
Within oneself.

I despair,
For I carry them both
Dreading the day
The voids collide.
Which one prevails,
Which perishes?
Only known to one;
I am bound in knots of limbo
Within the void third-
Loneliness, a damp
Echoless silence, one
Oblivious to its own
Lifeless existence and
Of the existence within.

The Third void refuses
To reveal.
Alive am I truly or all I do
Is just pretend to be?

Dusky Dawn

The dawn sky today
Rose like that of a late dusk,
Just like the one I saw last evening.

The night had trickled by awake

While the morning suggested instead

That the night had held time within,

Which perhaps tired of always passing

Found a quiet corner and slept.

The moment I left home today

Was the same as time opened its eyes,

The dawn thus, appeared just the same

As yesterday evening’s dusk,

I had seen sliding down the glass panes

Of that distant horizon of murky light

Along the returning footsteps of a long day

On the way, I walk back home.