Abandoned

Born to happiness

Raised to pride

Every boat sailed to tide

Creators smiled

Watched every mile!

The algae was slimy

The fishes, too horny

They’d hit the boat

Danced with Mr. Toad

Teenage on board!

Spilling water washed the edges

The boat was assured –

There’ll be more sledges

Gap gushed, heart choked

Boat sighed, God is one Bloke!

Storm subsides, boat revives

Finds a way back, every hope alive

Neither grasped a breath

Nor focused on death.

The Homeland was grave

The fishes played naïve

Mr. Toad lied upside

Creators were barely in sight

Was there any word like ‘Demise?’

A decade long tale

None bothers,

None remembers,

An abandoned boat descends

Every second is a deep slumber!

Life starts with the coffee and muffin, passes by cherry and yoghurt, dances along cheddar and wine, but eventually aborts when the night is on. Life is dead that night – Kaida!

Stopwatch

Waiting for the night
So that I could open the cupboard
Stack some sense into it
And breathe pure reality
Live the day with normalcy
But the ice kept melting.

Shadows dancing by the darkness
Shrieks accompanies solitude
I heard those to my hidings
I fought those to my courage
But the ice kept melting.

These hidings are getting bored of me
The sitting space turns smaller
Music louder, though in order
But the ice, won't stop melting.

Spirit slips out, glass whispers to give up
10 years gone out of the closet
Nothing really changes
But the ice kept melting.

“She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.” - Haruki Murakami