I am playing poker with life.
Destiny is the dealer.
Life got highest cards of the deck.
Queen, King and Ace.
All spades.
Two turned cards on the table.
A ten and jack of spades.
We are playing blind.
I placed the bid.
All in.
Life looked at me.
Confused.
I smiled.
Knowing I won the lost game.
~ i beat royal flush with a smile.
Flowers! Springs! Romance! Ah!
The fragrance down the lawn
reminds me of your cologne.
Which song is the Mynah singing?
Isn’t it the same song which
you used to murmur in the bath?
The breeze pushes my slivers
back to their place gently
just the way you used to do.
The palm is waving at me
imitating your gestures perfectly.
The marigold is flirting with me!
Aren’t you getting jealous?
Don’t do anything to him!
He really has a cute smile.
The sunflower is kissing the rays.
Should we look away?
Of course, at least give them some privacy.
The pigeon is rubbing its neck all over his partner’s.
Doesn’t it remind you of something?
Look!
There’s a small girl sitting
At the edge of the fountain
What? You didn’t recognise her?
Its me, Honey!
Or at least my physical projection.
What is she holding between her fingers?
It is a dried leaf with something scribbled over it.
Still don’t remember?
It is the same letter you sent her
six months ago. She reads the poem
written on it everyday till her eyes swell.
When will you send your next poem?
Even anticipation has a limit.
When will this leaf see its spring?
Soon enough I guess!
Her eyes are closing.
Something red flowing out of her wrists
and trying to nourish leaf’s veins.
There!
A fairy is on its way with her chariot.
The girl will see her spring soon.
cold frosty wind doesn’t spook me
and neither does getting wet in rains.
mountainous height doesn’t scare me
and neither does the depth of ocean.
metropolitan crowd doesn’t panic me
and neither does the silence of abandoned city.
tomorrow’s future doesn’t haunt me
and neither does yesterday’s mistake.
I am a traveller dear world,
what terrorises me is steady roads.
The boy has learnt
the art to endure
affliction of thorns pierced
right through his heart.
The boy has learnt
the art of abstinence
from the euphoria
of the Cupid’s arrow.
The boy has learnt
the art of deception
to let a smile
rest on his melancholy face.
I want to kiss the darkness,
snuggle her and get entwined
into her cozy frigid arms
to such a quantum that
even sultriness of inferno
can’t break us apart.
Ablaze with embers of desires,
I want to fondle around
her numb icy anatomy
and clench myself with the aroma
of her long messy hair and
brush my head against her bosom.
I want to taste her mortified ecstasy
so recklessly that I have buried
my vaporising tongue into her
damp utopia so hastily that
flames of desires have spurted out,
and now I want to kiss the darkness again.
I was silent until now
My conversations started with her smile.
I was ignorant until now
Knowledge streamed into me with her smile.
I was savage until now
Civilization sparked in me with her smile.
I was insomniac until now
Started dreaming with her smile.
I was misguided until now
She flashed me my destination with her smile.
I was bounded until now
Got introduced to infinity with her smile.
I was evil until now
Learnt morality with her smile.
I was incomplete until now
Found myself with her smile.
I was dead until now
My resurrection started with that smile.
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