Her feathers

Under the flickering daylight
In the silence of night
The candles burnt
Burnt to light
For the world in her beautiful eyes
Weaving feathers to fly .

But the shadows had their eyes
Upon the mighty wings she wove
In darkness of  a new moon night
They gently slipped in her abode
Night howled with each scream
Once again shadows won over dreams.

Machines

Where eyes were meant to fancy
became the rolling machines
As the doors were jammed
with the codes of future
To glance at nothing
but the numbers imprinted
To figure out nothing
but the door that leads to next..

I see..

Where dreams don’t turn to dust

I see us

Dumping the weapons of yesterday

Leaving behind the scars

In closed pages of history

Writing new chapters

Of the world who opted to live

Against the theory of survival..

Here !

Originally posted on ashimabinny's Blog:

Why not take the guard

Off your mind

And run into the waves

To feel the force against

Your chest

Why not let go torment

Of the past

As sand sweeps off

underneath your feet

To utter shriek of laughter

At the insanity

Of not being Here

But what held

You to be not Here…

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Here !

Why not take the guard

Off your mind

And run into the waves

To feel the force against

Your chest

Why not let go torment

Of the past

As sand sweeps off

underneath your feet

To utter shriek of laughter

At the insanity

Of not being Here

But what held

You to be not Here…

Letter in the bottle

When prayers stopped to work
And fate on him just smirked
He was waiting to pay the natures debt
In a dark corner of his ship wrecked

The words he ll never get to say
He had it put down in a paper
If they come in his search
The bottle will have his letter

His mother’s  birthday
when he left the home
His old man s hand 
he could no more hold
The promises that he made
before he left her lone

Letter in the bottle had it all
Forgiveness he was seeking for
With stains of tear
on the letter L
The word he today understood

The waves for him had finally reached
He closed his eyes with that bottle clenched

Sun peeked from curtain’s hole
Waking him from sleep long
She stood there in tears
holding that bottle and letter