Nostalgic summer evenings!

Leaving behind the gentle warm breeze,
The summer sun set on a sojourn.
Threading its rays to a place far from mine;
Continents and countries away from me.

Nostalgic hot summer evening,
Just like the ones in which we started our
'First talk' years ago!
No drops of rain to add on to any
Enthralling mind writings.
No cool breeze or winter to await your presence.
Just the beautiful times we once had.
Those endless talks of days and nights,
Everything still plays on my mind's gramophone
And in silence in this place
Only I enjoy harking to it.

The way your soul was my querencia,
The way your strong presence I feel in the
Rooms you never lived.
The strength ,your soul has fastened along with mine.
Everything,so wild and invincible about us
Specially when the 'we' linger alive!

Not a lot of talks are left;
It's silence,the talks
For the times we never spoke then are the only times
We may be witnessing our talks,now!
cuz the talks of then is now the silence
And talks of now are precious rare moments of past's silence.

May reasons be many for all that it is now
But I know for a fact that the rare li'l talks of now
Makes me sure that everything amidst us is still the same.
It's sometimes a beautiful walk of life,
Looking at the stars,gazing at the moon
Hopelessly being happy just to think about you.
It's all crazy,the way you make me smile,
Though no talks.
The way you make me cry,though the endless talks.
And the way you make me cry of happiness!
Only you've ever been able to make it happen
And today,the first time that happened ever
For those talks I kept staring at
Like rewinding my favorite song!

Our souls have probably signed the protocol of union,
Though the Alps intervene the drift!
Cuz Lord Byron said once,"Think of me sometimes,
when the Alps and ocean divide us...but they never will,
unless you wish it."
And we will never be two entities but one.

YMS.
25-02-2017.

I remember not!

I remember not the count,
The number of times my mind would've bid you
'Goodbye'.
I remember not the number of times
I've apologized for a mistake I don't own!
I remember not the count for a
Come back after I decided not to talk to you.
After I decided to never turn back.

Be it months or years,
After I thought I've moved ahead.
A single talk of your's could recommence the whole forgotten path
Like it always never wished to even terminate at the infinite.
While it then tries to continue on a normal pace,
Know not what obstacles faces the path.

You tell me not what everything is about!
I wonder at times if you fail to express or
Exists nothing to express about.
You give me hopes and every second time
I just expect.
When they break my tears down my cheeks.
I am hopeless then,when you return to my happiness.

Strange be this human tendency!
You like  them not and their rights be your wrongs
And that one you love,everything wrong be it what they do
But nothing ever seems to be a mistake.
How do I interpret,how do I accept or
How do I deny anything?
Cuz nature taught me that the colors seen
Are the only colors not accepted.
It taught me that the most broken
Looks most beautiful.
The former being sky and latter the rain!
 I still know not if I'll remember the count
About my mind's jurisdiction sentencing to forget thee
But I surely know for a reason that
This name and place in life mine would never be replaced.

YMS.

Abyss of the grand night!

Roaring night it was,very intense!
The grave's depth of darkness
And the grandeur of fear canopied.
Roaring wind,so loud the psithurism,
Taking the night's silence a leverage to be.
Never before have I felt this depth,
Like the quiet mind swirled into the abyss,
Abyss! of the grand night;
Not because there were no such nights before
But because my mind was not this sublime
From your thoughts!
They evaporate as each day proceeds
To terminate with the dark,
Your thoughts,your stay in self.

So much beauty silence adds on to the tranquil nights
And the dark's roaring wind,the rustle,the rasp,
The howling cry of the wolves.
When darkness turned invincible,
Came up the moon in the late darkness
Like it harked to the craving howl of the wolves,
It arouse to quench their thirsty souls.
It arouse to dowse the fire of love in their hearts!

The moon flowers,the midnight flowers,
Angel's trumpet and the Four O' clocks
Everything bloomed like it was the crepuscular
Competing with the moon to encroach
The rights of being beautiful!

It all slept to the lullaby nature sang
Except self,in the fear of losing this night
Cuz each day terminates as a fearful night
And that  more fearful is to even lose those
Memories,mind has forever written.

YMS.

Which can hidden be but never forgotten!

I just crossed by that place
We'd decided to meet at first.
The place we'd decided,would go only
Together!
For a moment flinch caught to my sinews
A feel while everything seemed to unnerve self.
My eyes were struck there,
My gaze never moved!

For a li'l while,every talk of the day
We decided to drift  together
Flashed on my mind waving before my eyes;
When i just realized,
I'd never go there ever!
For the promise said "together the first place be it
And until then not even alone
Would we visit there."
Like the first time though by selves
But together.

I cross by that place everyday
Like you cross my mind every moment!
But the agony of truth is
Only thoughts about being there that
Once was a dream I reminisce;
Unlike you who've made home
On my mind which can hidden be
But never forgotten.

YMS.

Like I have been the victim of your absence!

Night's darkness,the twilight's victim;
Grandeur of the sylvan,the woodnote's victim;
Majesty of the pacific,the tides' victim;
Shrill of the music,an octave's victim
And the beauty of words,a writer's victim
Like "I" have been the victim of your absence!
Those pictures your's,those memories,
I burnt them all but from my mind
How? burn you down!
My hopes always expect everything to recommence.

No talks would help, I thought!
but the silence confirms the trust in one another!
I just realized, no talks are necessary
but trust and everything remains,just the same.

Unless it's about you,
My fingers startle and words stammer
To fasten words of the epithets I write.
I know not what is it about us,
I know not if our bodies will
Ever encounter like our souls already have.
I don't know if we were written to be united!
I don't know if anything is going to be the same
But I do know that the star crossed lovers anyway unite
Cuz at the end it's love that always ruled!

YMS.

Yesterdays were the illusion my soul lived in!

It's the same old scented breeze brushing me
As whole but a part;
The same window sill by which I stood once
Thinking about your presence to provide me warmth
From the cool blowing air.
It's all the same rustle of leaves echoing in my ears;
The same moonless sky and those pole lights
Brightening those green leaves beautifully as orange.
The same iridescent roads illuminating
Cuz of the fallen and gone away rain
With just droplets left behind
For those pole lights to diverge light upon!
The same old noisy window sill that once
Reminded me of all the good times,
Like it held them all.

The empty coffee cup and those pieces of laconic writings.
Everything about you were alive but soulless!
Every thought shrieked but silence echoed!
everything so brights and distinct but darkness scattered!
Mind's natter never stopped but my lips never moved!
My fingers flew with words but wondering,
What more to write ahead!

Everything about you still exists except you
Cuz you're gone!
My yesterdays feared your absence  but today,
I know,your presence is no more the truth.

Mind clattered of the cry but my eyes were all dry.
Unimaginable was this world without you;
May be I just imagined!
For the truth is,it's not anymore about
'Being in thine muse'
But about living the reality.

My yesterdays,smile! the mocking smile.
For they were the illusion my soul lived in.
My today alarms me with learnt past
For it is the reality my life is living.
My tomorrows hovers ahead to
Never again linger with the yesterdays
For they are fallen away and gone
With scars left behind like of those
Of the fallen leaves from those trees
Which was once it's past,
Which may once have only been the
Reason for it's survival!
It lives yet,cuz the leaf buds could take them over.

YMS.

A final 'goodbye'.

The blaze of this morning's dawn
Didn't have your name at first!
It so happened the first time
In the past of longing five years.
I know,you were my addicted habit
But I know that things now are different too.
Secret tears of the insomniac nights
Now speaks stories that my voice encounters
And you know it now that things are still not anything the same.
Read over stories and no more rolling tears!

The content of prologue had your name in it
And the central character of the book were thee
But life had decided not to end with a single book
For the raisonneur speaks to
Have not your name in the epilogue
Cuz the climax wrote
'Her dwelling soul in him breathed the last
Before they had their final word'.

Though,my gratitude is still leaned on thee
For the poet in me would otherwise be undiscovered.
I know,you're the life of a closed book
But my words still hunt only for your soul.

To trust each yearning tomorrows without thee
I feel a purposeless soul wandering without destiny!
There have been happy days,
There has been sepulchral
And there also have been days feeling less
But not a day when you never crossed my mind,
Never a night when your name my mind never chanted
When I scolded myself to forget thine name.
It's all silenced to silence,
Everything about everyday!

I know there are no more talks left,
I know our journey is no more the same,
I also know,the traveled path
Cannot be walked back
But the best I know is that
'I can never forget you'.
However,for one last time
Like always only through writings I am reaching thee,
To bid you 'good bye'.

YMS.
13.01.17