The end then...

And this was it
She felt the ocean waves kiss her ankles
Outstretched arms, closed eyes
A sneaky tear slipped through

He failed to understand, he failed to even try
She lifted her head higher towards the open sky
The winds grew stronger as the sailboat sailed further... and further
Sailing to the heart of the ocean she wondered?

She hoped the ocean didn't have a heart
She felt her aching heart rip through her emotions
Wet her pillow, bleed, bleed, bleed
She clutched her chest, felt the heartbeat, felt the pain

She felt the ocean breeze caress her cheek
She was happy, this was her decision
She could take no more
She sailed further

If loving him was wrong, she never wanted to be right
Oh my God, how very much she missed him
She breathed him
She heard him, felt him in the words of every song she listened to and sang

She loves him too much to even consider this physical life without him
And then she collapsed
Her strength failed, her belief left her
Her will gave up

She felt her feet sink into the ocean
Oh the beautiful ocean, it embraced her
She sank lower, lower, lower, lower
She saw the ocean in all her wondrous beauty

The coral, the Dolphins, everything
Then she was rising
An ethereal force pulling her to the surface
She panicked, she wanted to sink

Was she sinking into eternity
Or was she being pulled to the surface...

Forever is...

He lay in her lap
Eyes closed
He seemed like he was sleeping
She was tempted to kiss him
Instead she ran her fingers through his hair
It felt like heaven
He then said, “I love the way you touch me.”
She wanted to say that she loved to touch him, feel him...
...his skin, his hair, his face, his body
This gentle act, those precious words...
...this is what forever is...

Shadows

birds cast their shadows,
on the sunlit slopes,
shadows forever fleeting,
are all shadows thus fleeting?
joy the shadow of sorrow,
life the shadow of death?

(written by my mother)

A Little Bit of Me

Slow like a blur
the minutes move in reverse
bold, black
a shy truth hides behind
in carefully blunted pained eyes
worn like a divine snake
sits a curious expression staring back
wrapped around its blue nape
passive in its momentary solace
offering ignorant seductive chants

the self shrinks to the gaze
perspiring, stilling senses
old, and breathing somewhere
regurgitating in bowels
profane tongues, longing gazes
towards a pale figure
moves its shadow on its face

Oh Soul, thou art a vagabond

A walk down the long, winding road
No destination in mind
My journey now consists of brief stops
I search and I search but my soul evades me

Understand life I can’t and yet I can
Understand people I can’t and yet I can
Understand me I can’t and yet I can
Understand my purpose I can’t and yet I can

This journey I must continue I know
Away from home and the people I know
Until I reach the place of nothingness
Until I can hear the wind talking to me
Until I feel the earth embracing me

The Unfinished Chapter

Chapter 99

One chapter ends and another begins
Life she was told is about chapters
But is it?

What about the unfinished chapters in between?
Chapters stay unfinished…till she’s ready to close them
Some memories make her smile
Others are like the treacherous sword on the gallows

A constant fight between happiness and sorrow
Hope and defeat
Is she really turning these pages?
Time is surreal

She looks at the eyes in the mirror
She knows the feeling only too well
She doesn’t need a bookmark for this
She goes back anyway

Is it her or is it life?
If it’s her, she has a solution
If it’s life, she still has a solution

No more going back chapters
No more bookmarks
This is one chapter that is compelled on staying unfinished
This is one dance she’s dancing alone

She laughs at the irony of it all
Her mind takes her back…but only just
Her aching heart and tired soul consume her
They bring that unfinished chapter to her fore again

Time, time they say has the answer
This is one time she quit on time
Will her chapter remain unfinished?
Or is the unfinished chapter really a finished one?

A Colossal Push

This might seem longer
but carry it with you
like a feathered sprinkle
touching your invisible wings
don let it break
this charm of a dream
it takes you where the world is
where everything works the way it is
make it grow
like a temptation in the dark worlds
but don't let the force tag you with it
else the fate of Icarus will be yours
keep the faith glowing

- Neha Arora

The Bed of Agony

Witness to the love
Long lived or long forgotten,
It stands blind and mute,
Not tall, yet firm.

The warmth of the bed
Is like love itself.
Tender and fragile,
Almost like a lover’s sigh.

Soft is the surface,
The scent is sweet.
Don’t forget the hardness
That lies low and beneath.

The bed often growls
In a joyful pain.
Over it’s subtle top
The lovers reign.

Its sheets are often wet
With desire and glutton.
As the moonlight falls,
The bed shines with passion.

No rose adorns it,
Yet it feels the bliss.
The stains fade in a day,
The memory lasts a lifetime.

An Ode To Sloth

An Ode to Sloth

You who are a jewel among a crown
of seven jewels that adorn the crown of Sin….
You who are the epitome of inertia
and stand for boredom in merry din…

I wonder what a state your absence
must have devised for us,
without you who’d have pulled us
out of life’s mechanical fuss.

Like Robots we’d have persisted day and night,
Thanks for saving us from slogger’s blight.

I succumb to you, with joy, when I need to shirk,
Away from random bizarreness of my endless work
I have nurtured you in secret
with your seven Virtuous foes,
favoring whom I have been hit in life
by some deadliest of blows.

You also at times become my medium
of delving in a trance,
For making me oblivious to the woes
you are my sole chance.

MINE AND YOURS, LOVINGLY ...

It rains again, do you hear?

Do you feel the drops break on your pale face?

Do you still take joy? Do you smile?

Do you remember?

I taste the rain again

To wonder if it tastes too different from mine.

It's just as bland though, and tasteless

Like my twinge that is no fun anymore.

Hopelessly hopeful makes me fetch my cup for more,

Two spoonfuls of sugar and I promise I'll smile like a kid.

I think of you too, you know that!

I'm not selfish you know.

My love's almost a favour

To you and to me.

I'm not selfish you know.

Do you still smile? Do you still think of me?

Do you still long for us to be under the same rain?

I do.

I do because the rain is your heart,

Which when I kiss shatters into a hundred pieces.

The rain is you.

It rains again, do you hear?

It rains again, I love you.

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All things bright and Biprorshee