Leaving your city in the dark

Anger spread like poison in the blood,
The venomous fangs of her,
Bitten and forgotten every minute..
The cheeks flushed, heart burned,
The morbid desires of being close,
Never happened in any fortnight.
Lost in the strange city,
Anonymous to the known faces,
I hardly speak and hardly could smile,
When everyone see me grinning,
Showing white teeth like absolute bunny.
Obsessed by the single picture,
Possessive for single soul of society,
The glasses started shrinking,
Turning more of spherical,
Both shortsightedness and farsightedness,
Fixing her at particular distance for vivid vision,
I can't come close, I don't even let distances grew...

Chopped words, carved gestures,
Diplomatic replies and many a times silence plays better.
Loose lipped heart slipping between her eyes and my loose tongue,
Chromes of layers and layers of unexpressed love,
Some morbid dead emotions and her connotations,
The silent conspiracy of fading away from your life,
Resting caged cardiac in the cradle,
Perplexed I,
Living in your city in the dark,
Leaving your city in the dark,
Leaving your city this midnight.

Swati
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Dussehra

Every atom was prayed well,
And every particle is drowned in water now..
Earlier prayed with fire,
Is settling in aqua now..

And the process of praying durgaji, Ganesha keep going. We bring them and we submerged them in a water pot. Just because its the phenomenon of learning attachments and detachments. Attaching ourselves to the garland, flowers, prayers and the idols are not worth until you realise their significance in real life. Pray the god which is in the ether around you.

Happy Dussehra!

Smile

And the corners of her lips stretched slowly as if it contains an era of happiness and centuries of joy....
The lips stretched themselves at its best and eyes of viewers were closing so slowly, in an intention to freeze her every curve and turn of her lips...
She said "hey" and people called her darling...the witty...and the beauty of her ancient origin...
Yes...she was never angry but when she smiled the world seems delighted, the Mozart in disguise plays thousand times, the painting exhibited weeps and cries, the ecstasy of heart takes it to some farland...
Her smile unveils million dollars of joy, a pinch of pain and the acceptance she had towards her life....
Her pictures communicates and her eyes are capricious enough to make anyone smile....
Strange that use of 17 muscles while smiling is making her more biologically beautiful... Strange that she hardly can frown on anyone...
Someday a smile transplantation will be carried out instead of smile making dentistry process and people will surely asks for her smile..

Why can't we kiss a smile? Why can't we find a smile in the drawer or somewhere else? Why smile is like software of computer which you can't hold but it does it job well...

Smile is something strange...she is someone who is not stranger...
Smile is keeping viewers close to her and I wish she smiles for all her life...