Snowballs of Love


Snowballs of love
Sailing through skies
Pulling me near once a while
Scatter, combine and then just split.

Every once a while
I see some scenic prints
By the artist above that knows
Luring me in conundrums of bliss.


Illegitimate liaisons we share
Say the people who see my chase
When there is nothing remarkable in sight
I see it still, for lies awakened , forlorn lover in me.

Running behind, I capture
The white essence spilled on the blues
I fail to understand the malleability in store
For in a second, a new story unfolds.


I love the evenings, when they mix around
With the sun, that so dearly, they often hide
Hints of hues, peek through, and I smile
Sunsets, were never, just so breathtaking.

Some days, they show me, their dangerous side
Blackened, in anger, they engulf the whites,
Mixing with sparks of light, they spread all over
To let darkness, just rule the invisible sky.


Then, when I am numb, at their marvelous creations
They stumble me, with more of their devilish roars
Quickly they break, to pour, all that was inside
Drenching the earth, and wavering my timid inside.

I smile, some prayers answered, says the aura around
They quickly fly away, even before I could, look aside
I know, theatrics will return , maybe less magnificent
For every evening, they only paint heaven, on earth .


P.S. : Off late, I again started writing poetry after months. But this time, it’s different. Been instagramming my poetry too. Different elements in life inspire me now and I am liking it. Keeps me sane. Also, been doing a lot of mobile photography and yesterday I did a little bit more of it and a poem purged out of me before I went to sleep. I am using my own photographs for any piece after long. Hope the mix of words and pictures makes you like this post little bit more.

P.S.S: All the photographs used in this post are copyrighted to this site.

Creating Time


Immemorial time speaks
Instant truth belies
As I peek through
An aperture of the past.

Time travel in the hour
When a grave shout miseries
World revolving through
Speaking of ironic beauty.

Religion mocks with the cross
As it exhibits pain there
A hood of freedom in the tears
That fell from the heavens.

A lone sparrow meets a point
Where past meets the future
It traps life in its wings
Even illusion of mistakes.

‘Careful,’ says my instinct
As I step on a harsh reality
Interpreting what is beauty
A hug come as a wind, from history.

I embrace the present, in lights
In fragrances of the nature across
The path shows me a way out
To what I do not even seek.

I lay in the dark, all through
For they teach me mysteries
Choice of the truth, non existent
For there is no wrong, like the right.

 I wander out, in the open skies
A set of wings show the way
To explorations of the senses
For history is still in making.

Also Prompted @Sunday Scribblings, OSI, Inspiration Monday, Trifecta and 3WW.

P.S. The above picture is clicked by yours truly.

Mighty Ruins

Standing in the corner
Tall it looks affront
Ruins define existence
Telling mighty tales.

Dark is all the present
As glimpse of light falls
Sun rises beneath it
Glittering image of history.

Lessons are written in walls
Of the sour grapes it gave
And rosy petals that smelled
In garden of sorrows and love.

That wasn’t supposed to happen
Screams the tomb residing within
Dead are the pillars and yet alive
In the history of times it lived.

I stand alone watching it
Of the sun going back
To the home I know not
Revisiting pasts and presents.

Controlling the magnificent trail
Lies the beauty of time
Yet darkness brings its story
To a standstill I know not.

Like a flesh cut by a razor
The segments whisper nothings
Crying aloud of sadness within
Yet laughing at smiles it held.

I am still wondering of the circle
When death will leap across me
And no one will wonder for long
In a spectre of light I will be lost.

The monument of death and prayer
Stand eternal mocking me
Asking me as to what I leave
To be remembered forever like it.

I become a chutney of confusions
With having nothing to say
A disembered structure stands
Even thousand years later
Giving lessons of  worthy life.

Also Prompted @3WW, OSI, Weekend Wordsmith, Sunday Scribblings, Inspiration Monday, Theme Thursday.

Note: I might be using my own photography in some of my posts and it will be watermarked @NS Photography and so would be copyrighted to me just like this one 🙂