Coccoon

Don't ask me how I'm doing
Don't wake up the monster, I have just put to sleep
It's just a question, start of a formal conversation.
The answer of which may linger with you for a moment or two
Being whisked into air in a go.

Within me, it unleashes a silent storm
Ready to cause some new destruction
Eating away the left over bits
Like a hovering vulture, prying all along
Leaving my wounds again raw and sore
With a half dead soul

Don't ask for my real smile
Let the fake one stay
As the real one can't survive in this town
Dying a brutal death
Better buried alive than dead

Don't ask if my eyes hide any pain
'Cause it's my new treasured possession
With a promised long stay
May be they are just the way they are supposed to be
After all those tears
Some being waterfalls, few drizzle
Left now as sand dunes of a desert

Let the new me exist
Who is happy in her own coccoon
Keeping the outside world's​ interaction
Least and minimum
Neither causing trouble nor inviting any

Please, don't ask me how I'm doing
As always, I have to say I'm good
Which isn't true, no more.

Treasure

Life is a mess
So be it
Who said orderliness is bliss?
Why do we wait for things to get sorted?
Are we used to waiting?
Waiting for perfect time
Perfect person
Perfect place
Perfect moment

What if perfection is myth?
Is anything perfect in this universe?
Anything at all?
These little sweet moments of happiness
May be is the treasure
We are looking for all along
They lie just below our nose
Go unnoticed, unappreciated
Simple joys, the silly ones
Where you jump like a child
Go insane like a psyc

Why are we eager to get settled?
Dream of life getting completely stable
Why is it the mind always focussed on a distant vision?
Or keeps looking in the rear view mirror
Frequently reading the precaution
That objects are more near than they appear
How can the future satisfy anyone?
If we are unhappy with the present
Knowing this very future is going to be the next present

Weed

The feel of air on my face
Life dives in by breaths
The electric swaying
Of the flower and weeds
Has anyone seen the beauty of a weed?
Or always stuck with a flower
Appears spiky, more softer than a petal
Look close
It holds a world inside
May be a galaxy
With many renegades
Like you and me

The mushy Sea
Calm and serene
Does it know that it never ends?
That it is made up of many waves?
The Sun tries to steal it away
Drop by drop
But not for long
Each droplet comes back to its beau
Through thunder storms and riverlets

Does music know how it sounds?
Its variations
Permutations and combinations
Is it arrogant or egoistic?
For being majorities company
During solitude, during mess
Its wild emotional play
To it how this mortal body sway
How it gets beautiful
As the different ends join
How unique it is
Even with a single play
How loud
How soothing
With the lullabies and the growling

The nights
Do they realize their existence ?
Do they love the stars ?
And miss the moon just before the dawn
Or do they just die everyday
To make its beloved day
Breathe in the Sun's rays

Do the other wonders feel bad ?
That I still don't know if they exist ?
Do they wait to be discovered ?
Share a new experience
Amaze me
With the magic they behold
To enrich my life some more..

Blind

Earlier there was love and pain
More love, less pain on good days
Less love, more pain on few days
Now you give me only pain
For which I still cry in vain

You make me wonder if love really is blind?
I thought you were compassionate and kind
Was this part of you always there hiding behind?
Huh! Never mind.

Mind the mind

Why am I stuck
Stuck so bad
Bad, as I have ever known
Known to few , for many unknown
Unknown, yet it pins me down
Down, down ,down

My mind is rust
Rust,  as correded it can get
Get me peace
Peace of mind at the least
Least for a second
Second is too long
Long enough
Enough to take my distress away

My head is pressed
Pressed with chains
Chains that smother
Smother the life out
Out of everything
Everything and anything
Anything that ever made me smile

Smile that refuses to come back
Back to this old face
Face that has become weary
Weary of this life
Life which turned out to be just a word
Word with no sense

Birds on my arm
Arm with wings
Wings which refuse to fly
Fly, take me high
High up above
Above this very thing
Thing that sucks out my dreams

Dreams with a mind play
Play with my emotions
Emotions, giving me nightmares
Nightmares which are routine
Routine since long years

Years where I have to search
Search for happiness
Happiness which was rare
Rare , precious, scarce 
Scarce, being turned to less
Less, less, less

Someone's own

Who doesn't want to be loved
In this whole wide world
To listen to the love yous
And feel the miss you

Who doesn't want to
Be pulled a little closer
Feel their hand on your waist
Grazing your back
Their touch
Piercing through everything that rests
Sweet chill runs down your spine

Who doesn't want to
Experience heaven on earth 
Love, with a pint of lust combined
Lips which refuse to part
Come back again
Each time wanting some more

Who doesn't want to
Be hugged tightly
Feel a bliss with their arms encasing you
The warmth that spreads
Putting your head on their chest
Can any other place on this world
Make you feel so safe

Who doesn't want to
Be called someone's own
The fingers always intertwined
Refuse to forego their touch
Their pheromones
Make you insane
The sense of wanting refuse to die

Who doesn't want to
Let their imagination go wild
Dream about the days and night
Wait for the magic to occur
Underneath the covers
Behind the blinds

Who doesn't want to be loved
To be pulled a little more closer
To feel those wet lips pressed against yours
Hands tracing your curves
To be lost in their arms
Never to be find

( P. S.  Who can ever say no to love!?)

Cheers!!

No fault in my stars ;)

Few love stories can't be put in words
Our love is such
You come up every night
Twinkling all the way
Burn out
Provide warmth
Light up my life
Hide behind the clouds
And play games
Never judge
Watch me laugh, seen my tears
Dancing my way through
Pain, intoxication
In pure amuse
Under you
Tossed for sleep
Acted like steam engine
Stick by me
Any place I go
Cheer me up
When I'm in guilt
In loss of words
My safe haven
My escape
You remind me of good times
Tear me apart
Then during the bad phase
I find only you around
Don't leave my side
Just like others
When you are tired of watching me from up there
Send a hint
I'll join your space
Loads of love