black and white.

[Image by Jack Crockett ]

Mixing black and white to grey,

the colours of ice ,
melts away today.


Like the last season's shades,
from sunshine to rain,
from blue skies to fogginess,
the sun fades away today.
But no water remains.

like autumn leaves it runs away,
to crash with paper planes,
and split into an image.


turning her into different shades,
it fills colours into her life,
though she knows,
its was and will ,
always be black and white.

simple joy

Some joys cant be explained. 

~strange

Beautiful. Yet dead.
that realization is painful.

It rained ..

IT rained ..
[from the guy to the girl]

They say there's always a person in a relationship who loves more.
TRUE?

*Then why did WE both cry when . . .
*Why do we care so much for each other even though we did nothing for each other, yet everything.

I Hate Myself for Loving you more than myself
*Why do I never lust for you like others.
*Even when I kiss you in my dreams, why do I try make it as gentle and pure like a feather-touch.
*Why do I love you when I know I might not be loved back.
*Yet loving you NEVER made me sad.
*Why baby, why ?
She cried
*I hate myself for making you cry.
*My punishment : I'll make you smile for the rest of my life.
*Yes baby, I LOVE YOU

Night of love.

Dainty moonlight above…. lonely beach besides…
Silver starlight adjoins …… tangles the red tides…

Beamy sand whistles ….. Echoes Sea’s berceuse….
Bemused in its rhyme……..we evince through eyes…..

In-between the lines…….we hear our heartbeats….
While waves barge in….Dousing our feet……

Cold wind tingles up... …warming up lusty desires….
Escalating the silence…… Crashing the crossfire…..

As the racy night runs …… A new love is born……….
Above the sea’s might …….our embrace forms a song…

A soft kiss ensue ecstasy…..a touch flavours that tone…
Nothing else matters tonight……just you and me alone…..

Time seems to stop…….as we mark a new Outset……
The wine appears to gleam…..as we tend to celebrate………

Crisscrossing the glasses……we take the sips…………
Certain words you whisper…as your fingers coddle my lips…

Asking me swiftly……baby, is your love true?
Will you leave this world… to blend me in you?
From this mortal race………I want to fly away…
To build that castle of dreams…. Where we can stay…
In one soul we will reside…conquer life, conquer death…
Will you hold my hands….if its gonna give you just pain…
Will you ever repent…for the blinded trust you put?
Will you ever regret…for if I hide something from you?
Tell me sweetheart…….. Will it be wrong?
If I choose something for you. ..Without your consent?

Gliding away swiftly….Over your arms I lease …
Rustling upon your breathe……my voice I loose …

Sweetheart, I love you more than this life……
For the trust I put…i will never repent…………..
For whatever you choose…I will never regret………….
And so I have never hollered …when I saw that deed done…
You still feel I don’t know…but I saw that slip from your hands
Those driblets of poison dripping ….into that wine we had………..


I know This life wont allow us to live…..
…our love would be forced to cease……
So if we can’t be together in this life. ...
........we will die together to reunite….
For our breaths shall move forever….or shall stop together ………
And infact it’s the night I cherish,
............through death you have given me a new life…
Its nothing wrong, for whatever you have choosed is perfect…
It’s the perfect date, the perfect night,
...........the perfect love I have met in my life…. ............
...........the perfect love i will get by death..............

she

Centred upon a souls disgrace

ccontuses closely clings her face
Sunburnt kisses upon her body
Seizes with teeth make it surly.

Barefaced, she lingers by a fence

awaiting her fall, the strangers gaze,
Holding sneaker’s whisper and talk
She moves on for her last walk.

Like the sky she cries out tonight
To those who revels the rain
Her tears submerge them all
Yet not a single one sees her pain.

Prism..

Windows… Through the blue pane she gazes To see a trogon sinking down With flames of fire in her plumage As if, the sun killed its rainbow And the fireball snapped its crown.
Lamps… In a corner she sits and stares To see a moth chasing a dream Hoping to blend with that flame That straightaway burned her wings, And left the ashes as a sign of its sin.
Glasses… Some old wine and her bleeding lips Each freezing drib, Sip by sip she drinks every drop so cold, She holds at heart As it blends with the red wine, For blood loves blood, even if debased with lust.
Frames… She slides her fingers on faces As if, they travelled through the glass And each stroke seduced the lines in her hand. Moving like water filling the bloody gaps, Mending a few cuts, it returned back, To make those sketches hazy, and break her sleep, Drop by drop, each silver bead fell from her eyes And left the water as bulks of ice……
Mirror….

She stands alone to see those Snakes syncing to all her rhythms, time paints her with different shades yet only one colour stays, and her life keeps pelting in acidic glasses for she is nothing now , but the sweet red wine that someday flowed under her skin………
sweet red wine~