Faded

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This heart is an enclosure

A cage forged of yesterday

The toil survived of today

A breath tinned for tomorrow

And an abandoned corner of sorrow

Of a piece given and lost

 

This entity is an audience

Walks to and fro

Past the echoes of the past

Unheard of deceptive tragedy

Befell on it deaf and dumb

And now a blindfold cast

Of the plays it play

Bland and oblivious

Of the corner

That darts tenebrous demeanor

Across the evocative loud room

Forbidden to radiate through

Must not touch the healing surface

 

Yet it stays, formidable to falter

Screams of the shattered

Ignored or perhaps adapted

But never forgotten!

 

Did you just say you moved on?

 

Wonder again

The breaths you take

In faraway land

In wait of love to hit again

And you emanate into the same air

Which they inhale

Ruthlessly

 

Tide of time fails to wash away the imprints they left

But may fade

 

©Written Frames, 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Escape

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bars before me
bars before you

and your back towards me

I cannot reach you
you cannot leave me

yet,

we need to escape

this delusion of bond
this helplessness of belonging
this cry of carried away hearts

and,

the soul threaded to the glory of past

we relinquished long back
love evaporated from finest of cracks

emerge out of this attire of attachment !!

©Written Frames, 2017

Can I be a verb?

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Can I be a verb?

Without a verb, nouns will rot in one place
Without a verb, a feeling so in numb state
What to perceive, what to convey
Without a verb, between you and I there is a lot to miscalculate

I _ you

I wonder how to say
I liked you
I adored you
I loved you

And those hearsays
About my whispering heart
Clad of love, unearthing the past layers of dirt
So to bloom and hope to portray
Do you hear them say?

I am still, but still
I love you
I miss you
I await you.

It says, but do you hear them right?

My shield of silence against your pike of pride
Being hurt of your carelessness
And your ego uptight
The words never drilled out bright
From the layers of doubt you filled me with

But It never meant and it never will,
The things you think of me
The end you think of us
That not anymore
I love you
I need you

But

I am over you
That I hate you

See me through you
O dear, read me through
My unpolished surface
I glance right back at you

And I ask
Can I be a verb?

I will be if I may
For you to perceive it all in my voice
Can I be a verb of my choice?

 

©Written Frames, 2017

The winter I felt

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Cool breeze grazes
My glacial nose
And those fuzzy brows
Water frozen on my hair
Shines like a diamond band
As I cycle to my home
Silence speaks of the days
I chose not to talk

I ride, I ride, I ride

Everything give me chills
But not your hand on my skin
No, not anymore
Winter is coming,
Though winter had arrived long ago.

Winter is the trademark to remind me how I felt with you and so without you.

©Written Frames, 2017

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