Not Without You

For My Wife

If I could write poetry

I would write to you

If I could sing a song

I would sing it to you

I would make them beautiful

And they would all be true

I would write of love

And how it is you
And then...

I would sing of life

And how it is...
Not, without you

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My Morning's Delight

My morning’s delight

For days you haven’t been

The effect is somber

I wake up tired, bloodshot eyes

A gush of air, across my face

Fails to drive you away

And I remember you

Conceited woman, wanton love

Futile desire, I mull over

Your treachery, albeit with no anger

Though gone, you are just at the turn

The play is stupidity, my princess

No more you can run

Luxury, worldly pleasure

You desire lavish affairs

But everything comes for a price

There is no remembrance

Of kisses we shared, the way we loved

Though I clearly remember the beginning

Of the end that was

My morning’s delight

For days you haven’t been

Darkness within, morning’s delight

For no more you will ever be

To Break Free...

There is no form……no confinement……only chaos……you mould…….you lend….you conform……yet in essence…..nature…and everything else is free of any mould….of any shape that can be a limitation……..everything has to let go…….there is always an opening…..always….and freedom to mould….to break free…..to re-conform…….

Restless Mind, Sleepless Nights...

Something that I penned down eons ago…

It’s been some time

That I slept well for a while

Restless mind, sleepless nights

Among friends, I am all alone

I wonder why, why do I not own

The ease with which people smile

All around, I envy care

And love, part of everyone’s life

Albeit, I have got none

Sufferings, indifference

Or is it me running away