When they dont talk

absolute inclusion of shared laughter
hushed confessions a breeze,
they make eyes shine with undertone of tears
or make the glare of anger visible and the prism of sarcasm unique
the frequent loss of connection
what fills the void?
the talk is a wet leaf on the floor
dried leaves they talk in the rustle, before they get drowned in the soak
the emerald lake holding waves '
from crashing the shore
mind speaking unspeakable things
where do we find the listening ears?
the flow has ebbed, the atrophy in sound
dining rooms edified with silence,
what do we eat, when we have nothing to speak
its excruciating, the intense act of morsel feed


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Life after death

take away my dreams
free me today
i m dying of hope
i m not dying today

false impressioned mind
wants to be blank
i m starting life
i m not clean of yesterday

take away my dreams
melt it like metal
break it like clay
i m waiting for its heat
i m not going till its dust today

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Dying Eyes

Take hushed breaths while i count mine
They might last till the morning, will they?
swirling round this peak,
plummeting down in the valley
where will its spiral stop?
I am slowing down and picking up pace
neither here, nor there yet
The breeze caresses the cheek
the touch feels cold
nothing warms up inside, devoid of my body heat
The next turn is certain, its death
I take it and then take my next
I will not know when it has come
Not knowing feels like eternity
All of your loved ones that gather around this bed
They might as well be not
Its all you within , everything else is without
You will always be alone at the time of death
Why don't we meet that lonely person early on?

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Dying Eyes

when the light is in your eyes , the subtle colour of honey is reflected in each spec'
when helpless and tired muted colors curl up in its fold
now it is time for death to stare out of your eyes
and i stand still unable to look away

nothing is silent in it
its a storm taking ownership
and you are nowhere to be seen

nothing is as real, death is the only thing thats alive
and its the most cruel torture,
playing in your eye

death and life in the whirlwind of madness
one indistingushable from the other
no space to think to escape

Its the only time your eyes are playing this death scene
this once is enough the only for me
if you stared into the dying eyes like me
you would know theres nowhere to flee

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Have you ever?

Have you ever known the mind of a person,
And almost but not quite felt his agony

Have you ever known its him not you
And almost but not quite felt his being
Seep into your skin

Have you ever stopped in the middle,
And tried to stop his flow,
Trying but not quite to hold it in.

Have you swallowed through the rain,
Drenched but not quiet,
Still a little dry skinned

Have you ever cried out his name,
And heard the echo of your own voice in the hills

Have you ever whispered a sound, 
And heard its falsehood as soon as it took to its wings

Have you ever given your all,
But not quite as it still holds a little bit more in.


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The birds i heard

I can still hear the birds

When I hear the birds you know it is going to be allright
It's my blanket, my safety
The twitters and calls
The flight, the spread of wings, the swoosh
Break everything else but this I always find
The night of venom, it shall surely pass?
The birds are still hanging on the branches, I can still smell the grass.


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