running

the heart run in to
those memories that it was
running away from.
the mind run in to
those moments that is was
running away from.
the eyes run in to
those sights that they were
running away from.

silence

though the window
the silence slips in,
crawls over my bed
where,
i lie half thoughtless
half thoughtful,
it engulfs me
like the time
engulfs us all.
and now i lie
with silence
thoughtless
yet thoughtful.

amoebic thoughts

the thoughts of you
are like amoeba,
i cut them
to make my way,
but they multiply
and run though
my nerves,
through my veins,
and reach my lungs
and bind with the air
that i breathe,
and travel to the heart
which loves them
more than my blood,
more than its valves,
and now they come
to their home, mind,
and play with more
amoebic thoughts.

night walk

sometimes i go for
night walks
with your thoughts,
they hold my hands
and fill the gaps
in between fingers,
we walk miles
on the lonely streets,
sometimes they feel
tired, then
i will pick them up
in my arms,
like a baby
they wrap tightly
around my neck,
and we come back
from where we started.

someday

someday
the past,
the present,
and
the future
will meet,
and the idea of
me and mine
will disappear
the way
a drop of water
vaporises on the
heated pan.

what

what will you do
when
your biochemical processes
fall in love or get addicted as you say
to someone,
the A-T C-G bonding is adjusted
as per that person,
the liver denies to produce any blood clotting factors,
heart denies to pump this blood,
the lungs go for hunger strike,
the eyes deny to blink,
the hands shiver,
the feet stop to work,
the mind goes crazy,
the nerves go numb,
the muscles go on strike,
you become a lump
of flesh with no control.

moments

some moments
come out of eyes
in the form of
water droplets.
some moments
roam around
in the mind
like wild dogs.
some moments
stab you with
newtons of force.
some moments
push you in the
well of memories
that is dark and dead.

cruel night

as the cruel night falls,

the memories haunt me,

the moments taunt me,

the time shows me middle finger,

and here i stand with wine and ginger.

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