Dark Mist.

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In the mist of night,
here I am trying to get the words out,
not loudly but softly enough
to be heard by at least
a person who learns
I am in pain not physically,
but mentally…
It will be an easy escape from reality,
by having a puff of smoke into lungs,
but that ain’t the solution.
Running away will never be a solution for me.
Here I am in the silence of the night
finding the energy just to get through
few more days to find the soul
who will hold on even when
the night is darker and scarier!

Love ~ αm

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The Window.

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The rain was drizzling down the windows,
and the hot mug of chocolate was keeping the hands warm.

The comforting melody of water was growing on to the soul slowly,
but the mind was striving a lot with the heart lately.

At a distance, she saw lighting a struck
and before she can react to it
the thunder had already struck her eardrums.

And the flashbacks of blood just crushed all the calmness,
which was created by the rains moments ago.

The silence was second which struck next after the lighting,
there are few things which can never be erased from memories.

Just to escape more from the what was in the head,
she was about to leap out of the window when a hand she hated to touch holds her back.

The hand was enough to pull her out again from the cloud again,
from the bloody thoughts of their son’s death.

She learnt that night with teary eyes,
mind roaming in anxiety and
the heart pumping fear…
That the person you hated the most is the one who will
hold you longer than the person who shows you, pretended love.

Love ~ αm

High on Coffee

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Sipping the last sip from the cup,
I knew this cup won’t help me much,
but still, I craved for it.
It was already 3 am,
but the assignment had to be completed,
otherwise, I would lose my job.
I just need to stay awake,
so the only thing which will help me was a coffee,
because in this time of stress no one knows me well like it does.
Tonight, even you had to betray me
and make me fall asleep on the study table.
A coffee bean popped up out of nowhere on the table,
“Hey, relax! You need sleep for now, let me carry you to the room”
It was strange for me to see a coffee bean talking and carrying me in my room but it felt relaxing.
I slept like a kid that night as snuggled up in the cold breeze and warm hands around me,
I woke up with a bit of dizziness as I was about to fall from the bed,
someone just retained me, not letting me fall to the ground.
I turn out just to see her with a beautiful smile,
“Hey, good morning honey! You have a couple of hours more before the presentation.”
I wasn’t sure when she came back,
but it wasn’t coffee bean last night who carried me in,
it was my Wife.

Love ~ αm

The Climb – Koraigad Fort

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Got a Call from a friend and
after nearly a year I decided to do it again,
As growing old gives less of time to ourselves,
still cracking out little time was a must.
The standard journey commenced off,
reached the base and sprang the climb.
Taking snippets of nature’s representation,
and cracking lame jokes,
we finally reached the top.
The joy I saw on my friends face,
and hug we made,
infused me with a different energy altogether.
The climb was a miniature one,
but the accomplishment was more robust.
Huge or miniature learn to enjoy,
the accomplishment in the best plausible way.

P.S.: This is a snippet of my small trek at Koraigad Fort, Lonavala.

Love ~ αm

Is it a Yes?

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The night was waiting for a call,
a call from a number which has rung a couple of times.
The silence grew in the darkness.
a darkness which was seeking in the light for a new beginning.
The beginning was surely not I wanted,
but the beginning was what I needed to escape this messiness.
In the restless and calmness merging together,
the phone was in my shivering hands,
and then a call came in, at an instance the ‘Hello!’ were exchanged.
The joy poured in as the answer from him was a ‘Yes!’
all shivering, fear, anxiety vanished in the dark.
That night I received the light from the call in disguise,
which would guide me the darkest night making the things right.

P.S.: This poem is dedicated to a friend who got ‘Yes’ from her fiance (now her husband). She told me this incident the next day, the joy and happiness I could see on her face and voice really something which I loved watching and seeing her happy made my day.

Peace! ~ αm

Drunk?

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I took fries dipped in the lovely chocolate sauce ,
dripping down the ice cream bowl,
before my friend asked me ‘Are you drunk?’
I mismatched my clothes,
just to show I’m ignoring someone’s party,
but ended getting all the attention,
a friend ended up asking ‘Are you drunk?’
I and my close friend were on the call from last,
3 hours and when I hung up,
my roommate asks me ‘Was he drunk?’
I and my best friend ended up watching,
an animated movie last night,
and having a laugh of a lifetime,
the person next to me,
asked ‘Are you both drunk?’
I penned down a beautiful poem,
about the feelings I had while writing it,
send it to a couple of friends,
and there was that one friend,
asking ‘Were you drunk while writing it?’
I have never understood,
Is it necessary to feel the emotions you need to be drunk?
Can’t we be high on life?

Peace! ~ αm

(P.S.: May be I need to share more of poems after the response I got for my last poem, rather just writing it on a random paper and throwing it away. Thanks V, for sharing my previous poems around.)

Fake Promises.

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The moment the words were in my ears,
I knew this moment will be recalled in different occasion of my life.
I took a deep breath and decided to escape,
but life never is as simple as we think,
the more I tried to get out of the mushy land the more I was sinking in.
It can help you get going from a dead stop,
but once you actually start moving, it does nothing.
The rules were the ones where
one should know the mojo.
The mojo which defines how to move out,
to start all your life with all new dreams which are never shared with them.
The dreams, the care, the love which was shared,
vanishes quicker than we realise because at the end of the day,
the connection was a fake one.
Because after giving in everything you still had to fight to make them stay,
is the most unethical relation you were in.
The lips which once said,
“Promise me you’ll never leave me.”
were the ones who never spoke the reason,
and they left without a word,
without an explanation.

Peace! ~ αm

(P.S.: Yesterday morning as the blogger was about to travel to some other city, he was up early and pinged me with the above poem. The first thing I questioned him was, ‘How on earth you wrote this poem?’ and I immediately knew I need to share this one and previous one. Having the account credentials I took the liberty to publish them. I know he is going to scold me for publishing it, but I hope he won’t kill me. Regards, V.)