Crescendo

Come forth this one last time
Is all I ask of you.
Without being and broken,
Is all I ask of you.
Bring forth that which is unsaid
Leave it not behind.
Decide not which is alone, but
that of which is not afraid.
Of anything. Of promise and precision. 
Perfection and prudence, 
Those of lies and pretension,
Almost Cassiopeia.
Cast away somewhere far, 
be there no bridge no ferry,
Not even Charon.
Bring forth that life,
One that is lived in,
my mind.
An entire lifetime, just
in my mind.
Bring forth that question,
In an array of dreams,
that of moment of
Being.

The Kasiopian Love Story

Falling in love with a star
Fell in love with a star

Rock solid shining in the light.
Devoid of any kind of might.
Strengthened by lies and myth
That's who I wanted to be with?

Painted words and etched smiles,
thoughts that are pretty vile
Intentions that pivot around a plot
What I wanted to be NOT

Courage of a crooked mind,
Unlike any other of its kind,
Cracked dreams and crossed lines,
I was almost engulfed in that bile.

I tried to remove you from my thought
And you turned into my day dreams.
Day in and day out, I fought
But nothing changed, it seemed.

Till that one day, when we stopped acting smart.
And let Truth have its day,
Though it wasn't much,
Revelations are never such,
It was time to move on

Secrets of a Different Kind

A certain something that I always knew
was nearing my lips,
but never really reached them. It peeked
through my eyes.
Searching, it asked you, sometimes it asked me.
Asked for some words. Words that it could drape
and travel up to my lips. Wrap itself
in the arms of my voice and waltz.
Slowly.
But this certain something is a feeling
beyond feeling.
A fragrance that floats in the air;
one that is speechless.
You know it.
I am aware of it.
Neither is it concealed from the world at large
I wonder what kind of a secret it is.

The Love Song of Shrestha G Mullick

Making a move- the first one
is often the hardest.
The past rebukes and doesn't offer reconciliation.
But I had to go.
What called, and why I went, I do not know.
Time was just the same. Fast and unforgiving.
It always ran when we were together.
Did the same again.

I asked a thousand questions before I took that step.
No answers came.
Bravery of a different kind, but pain like never before.
If betrayal is brutal, then this was devastation.
Yet, I was there.
What called, and why I went, I do not know.
Revenge shuffled and laid itself before me.
Like a gambit I felt the urge.
I asked myself a thousand questions, before I picked them up
No answers came.

Love whined in a corner. I didn't know what to say.
I took a step forward and it took ten steps back.
I pleaded for it to help me.
It handed me a mirror- and the Past rebuked me!
Friendship was wounded. It would not be right to ask it for help.
Nevertheless, because it is what it is.
It is brave.
I asked it to stay with me. I was afraid it might not approve.
I knew, that it was my last hope. Without it, I could not pass those Iron Gates of the Past.
Time, the traitor began its tricks. And I was afraid. Again.
Inferno was waiting for me, adorned with mirages of the past.
Fire enough it is.


But it knew what was right.
I knew it was wounded.
Another blow of that kind would be the end of it all.
It held my hand tight- and said- " This won't hurt a bit"
Why?
Said it nothing. Secret it was. Only for the ears of the brave.
Conversation sprang like a burst of Crackers- slightly dim, but beautiful nevertheless.
Warmth rose, and eyes shimmered.
Confessions made its way and the world suddenly seemed a better place to live in.

Just as comfort was getting greedy,( and comfortable)
It was time.
I felt like a fool. Time had laid out a bait.
And I fell for it. I was angry.
But.
Friendship spoke. Quietly(!)
I did not want to know. I was angry.
What called, and why I went, I do not know.
I wanted to know that secret.
And so it said.

"They spoil every love story by saying its going to last forever"

And even after all this time.
Always.

Truth

A frequency that refuses to match all others.
what brings one to a stop
change.
changes everything.
The Truth, The whole truth and nothing.
But the Truth.
What comes and goes, and leaves all others aside.
Statements and reverie. What comes of it.
evolution to make it better.
what comes of it is far worse than ever imagined.
clustered reactions that make no difference to
betterment.
Further bruised if you think of it.
Saying it walks- it ran.
Ran away.
Torn and sewn together- entangled to what is to come and go.
No. This time no one spoke of Michelangelo.
The evening was spread against the sky- but we did not go.
You and I seized to exist.

The truth pierced the sand glass
and the world drowned.
No prince came- no world to save.
What of us.
Friendship and love waited and withstood.
But Truth prevailed above all.
The Truth decided. Asked nothing. But decided.
Decisions.
Taken.
Made.
And now Truth makes it way to the rest of the world
All I ask is that you wait a while.
Wait.
Wait for the flower to bloom.
Till you say it is going to die.
Nevertheless.
Wait.
Wait for the dog to sniff the air.
Till you declare its fate in the smoke.
Wait.
Wait for the 2 people to take a moment. Friends they are.
Till you declare that it is no more.
Illusion it was.

grip

how longingness for happiness turns to fear
how one takes a look at the world from a window once where they dreamed of happiness
together.
togetherness.
a rain washed afternoon turns into a shower of memories that evening.
its still raining.
the sun peaked once.
as longingness cries in a corner, lightening consoles memories.
that home was ours. those moments are now frozen in time.
as one looks back and a tear unknowingly makes it way
happiness came on a platter. a platter that wrenched the heart at a time when there used to be so little time to appreciate it.
that road back home was the longest without-
that sharing was incomplete without-
that music was incomplete without-
everything was there and now nothing because-
today happiness is limited. limited to words.
words have escaped. and broken faith, belief, hope-
taken away an innocent smile.
roles begin to reverse.
one who was alone is no more.
one who was happy is no more.
this is the curse of friendship. friendship that was to stay.
expectation and desire crept its way around
prey if you like.
time seems to have taken a detour. detoured at a cost.
a cost that one cannot meet. at any cost.

A reply to "those lines"

Neither here nor there.
Nor naive yet no fault
Neither pinned yet plagued
A possibility that will negate
Eventually!
The labyrinths of the mind- all alike
neither factional nor separated.
Blood and bone of an entity
Far away from reality
Neither here nor there
a journey throughout despair
Eventually
Are you a mystery or just a mind game?
Will you reveal or deceive?
Eventually?
Neither friend nor foe
Ah! But what of hopes?
Eventually!