numb...

when you long for lasting love,

but you relive every moment,

in accordance with

the past,

not giving chance,

for something to last,

forever...

sometimes,

it takes time

to persuade,

the people around,

but you ended it

on the grounds

that you are hurt

but what about him,

who don't even know,

what transpired ,

in these few days,

atleast a clue,

or a reason to go

away...

if you blame,let me justify

you didn't say,nothing

but goodbye

for who gets more hurt,

its not a contest...

broke away abruptly,

i haven't found the shore too,

it might have taken time,

but i would have proved to you,

that i abide by what i say,

but you were not there to stay,

matters of heart don't follow rules

or time,

given a chance i could have

found that life,

But may be the time

was not right,

i couldn't convince you,

or make you fall in love

with me,

for i tried a lot,

but still fell short,

may be i was not destined

for love,

or was not worth it,

to reach a life of bliss,

but to pursue love to my grave,

for being dreamer is one thing,

and living in a dream is not...

perrhaps, it wasn't right

but why i still can't forget ,

a few days,passed like moments

from my memory..

miss you all the time,

but can't say,

because its better to move on,

than get into that loop,

of getting hurt and sorry,

all over again...

may be i should reveal,

how i have relived the past,

questioning ,beating up, myself

every passing day,

trying to forget ,

or how make it right

again...

its not simple as it seems, for some people are not destined to be in dreams of someone they love ..

                                                                                                                        ~~thefallenpoet

time keeper...

sorting out the time,

filled up to the brim,

a bright sunny smile,

eyes oh! so grim...

moves ahead

with a tick tock dash

or goes crawling by,

a big bang of passing hour..

as the sands of time

slips through the bore

as a river moves,underground

with bated breath,

upto the shore..

extends with sadness,

lessening its pace,

moments lost like,

lost eyes on a sad face...

widening the horizons 

for lost memoirs dime,

beyond the endless space

in race against time...

~how time paces itself, sometimes it crawls by on a sad night, or flies away on a dreamy day...
how we change with it, or how it changes us...

~~thefallenpoet

my world, my dreams...

shut the doors of your worlds

ban me from seeing the other side

but i'll cross over in my dreams

opening the doors towards that light

these shackles are broken

freed from the prejudices

closed eyes but open minds

ready for possibilities

world in our dreams 

is far fetched,yet free

world that is a dream

figment of imagination or reality

a swan, swimming across lake

deep as a night,flowing free

this swan as my soul,

floats across this stream

flies back to me,before the dawn

giving me soul in my wake

another day to realise a dream

or dreaming some more, for life's sake...  

~i may be nothing in your eyes, but in realm of my dreams, my world is my hopes and wishes and a plethora of imaginative realities...  ~~thefallenpoet

ride on with life...

dimly lit sky,

and a gentle breeze,

with a dash of wind

thrown in

laden with water droplets,

a light shower tip toeing

on umbrella,

washing away the dust

picked up on the ride

cleaning up,

my dustladen motorbike

and both of us

awed at the beauty of

moment

the lone cafe

at the foothills

on the sideway

along the perpetual running

black white shade

of an unending highway

the hill on the other side

with bright lights

marking the way up

both of us

waiting to get away

getting caught

in that whirlwind

even under that shade

sipping coffee

from our coffee mugs

moments of warmth

shrugging off the cold

reluctant to move

coffee after coffee

endless gossip

a sheepish smile

sometimes

on the road,

drenched to the core

shivering hands

but riding on, for more

chasing the rains

away as it goes

roaring of bike

subdued by our laughter

and your smile

a beam of light

flowing down with drops

red of the tail lights

drawn long and deep

into the roads

the sudden cold

with onset of hail

stopping by

under the broken shade

an old shop

with no walls

a dripping ceiling

chilling breeze

across our face

the cold hands

and warm hearts

braving the haze

moving on

towards better place

sip a hot coffee under

a better shade..

your dependence on me

for that moment

my dependence on you

for existence

of that amazing moment

a moment of belief

to hold onto your hands

overwhelmed my life

with your mere presence

~ is that really you or your thought, with me , wherever i go....

~~thefallenpoet

calling of the caves...

these caves dark and dreamy

glossy with underground running streams

moist air and choked light

through the crevices, feeble screams

numb inside the hole in earth

life writhing inside the womb

a breath of air, from somewhere in dark

moving inside the humanities tomb

blurred pictures across 

these prehistoric walls

mute stories,nimble thoughts

of rise and fall 

of humankind,their strive

                 emotions on display,

                                       anger,joy, struggle for life

                           groping dead walls

                       walking with fickle feet

                   disgust and mystery

                        of lives buried beneath,

                      towards the enlightened end, 

                  a beam of light

                        falling at someplace 

                               far end of sight

             going from dark to light

away from shrouded past

to leave behind our grudges

erasing our scars...

Author notes
i keep falling, i keep going, i like such places, but don't want to be left there alone...~thefallenpoet~

crossroads!!!

i face this question today,
standing atop this cliff,
washing ashes of my past
charred soul,body and sins...
facing the winds of change,
blowing on water surface,
ripples have turned to waves,
splattering on rocks,
overlooking the recklessness,
of sea...

             a swinging bridge 

                 to civilized habitat, shudders...

            i can't decide, where i belong

it's cold and wet here,

but peace and serene

its warm and nice there,

also turbulent and mean...

bleak and dark,infiniteness

over glowing bright end,

journey or destination,

truth or pretence...

happy or content,

arrival or presence,

soul stirring or stimulant,

watchful or negligent,

to what extent 

to what lengths, 

do i have to follow

in the footsteps...

A cold sigh,

lay here ,die,

legs are weak,

power to speak

is gone,

bleak glimmer of hope,

knot end of rope,

lie, here at my feet...

image courtesy: google images

~thefallenpoet~