Slosh

Dreams splash, slosh

demarked…wishes never granted.

Down the pouring lane... stood the skeleton

Yelling, crying asking a pray

A wish to die…

A forgiven ride;

Mentioned yet un-noticed

Things separate, life continues..

A grammar never thought,

neither learnt

Strikes of being poised

Recurring steps...forgotten lanes

Where does it lead?

Wings curtailed, vision of freedom wiped

Controlled, musicale for funeral

Lines of trodden path, left uncovered

Dreams seen yet split!

Days swing with the partying ones

Waves move for the forgone cue

Promises kept for the long

Never uttered for strong!

Edge

When the beats never met

how do you feel they stay strong?

It makes me a broken glass

where prints stay unnoticed

graceful yet so tidy.

A musical night or a funeral song

each assume the same.

I feel it, I mean it

little do I cry for it.

The roses smelt within me

notions break at my door;

it pricks me hard

nourishes with cocoons

spells bricks of charcoal.

I meet the fathom

still it breaks the maximum.

Hills!!!

The roses at my bay

rattle, battle gossip

thorns pierce hand

bring emotions in blood.

A fat black heart

strikes my glowing sun

revolving at those hills;

long stretched roads

words of strength, molten blue

wills to mark out of sights.

Questioning questions yet unsatisfied

answers- nimble drop of rain

at your vast destination.