D.I.M.H

 YOU
PRISTINELY PRESERVED
FROM THE TYRANNY OF TIME
IN THE SANCTUM SANCTORUM
OF A TEMPLE OF THOUGHTS
IN MY NOSTALGIC NECROPOLIS

YOU
APPEAR AFFECTIONATELY
FROM RHAPSODIC RUINS
WHEN I AM DISTRAUGHT
BEYOND DECISIONS AND DESIRE
BETWEEN RIGHTS AND WRONGS

YOU
SMOOTHLY SOOTHING
LIKE A FROZEN DESSERT
IN A SCORCHING DESERT
MY EXCLUSIVE ELUSIVE ELIXIR
FOR THE DISEASE OF REALITY.

Origami Rose

I wished to give you a rose

A rose that doesn't wilt

A rose that doesn't dry

I went to the florist

She did not have such a flower

I went to a garden

It did not have such a flower

So I took a sheet of paper

and made an origami rose

but it lacked color and scent

so I colored it red

and dipped it in a rose perfume

when I took it out

It smelt like a real rose

but its color had faded

So I kept it in a compartment

Where it can be constantly colored

with the color red of my blood

but now I cannot give it to you

as It smells of my blood

So I bathe myself profusely

in the same rose perfume

And give you myself.

I thought I will not think of you

It happens every year. I make many resolutions. I want to do some things and not do many things to make my life better. Every year ends up being the same after a few days. It feels like everything is out of control and I get wafted away in the turbulent flow of time. 'This year's a different thing, I’ll not think of you' , I affirm to myself every day, every morning as soon as I wake up to an army of alarms. I try not to think of you and your words. But I fail always, you have become a personification of all the negative things my mind says to me. I loved your articulateness and now it has become the ghost that haunts me. Sometimes, I manage to keep you away from thoughts only to be spooked by you in my dreams. 

 Written for the prosery prompt  at dVerse Poets to use the phrase "This year’s a different thing, – I’ll not think of you" within a prose/ flash fiction of 144 words or less 

Nostalgic Nirvana

Reflecting all around

Rods and cones of my eye

Images of you

Like the stars in the sky

Resonating all around

Cochlea and canals of my ear

Melodies of you

Playing each moment of the year

Gushing ceaselessly

In the tunnels of my nose

Fragrance of you 

As a garden full of rose

Flowing endlessly

In the rivulets of my nerves

Your single touch

Fueling my soul's verves

Carved all over

The museum of my mind

Memories of you

That you left behind

Painted everywhere

On the walls of my heart

Words of yours

Masterpiece of a divine art.

The Departure

She waves to him with her sweet smile

But her smile just lasts for a while

As his ship moves farther into the sea

Her agonies, she begins to see! 

Unfolding the letter she had

Reading his words she felt glad

His voice echoed in his words

Her dreams began to fly like birds 

So Close Yet So Far

We were so close

Yet there wasn't a blossom of love's rose

I tried my best to go far

yet my heart's door for her is always ajar

Now I know what addiction is

I feel it in all the sweet moments I miss

My life could have been the best

But destiny wanted my joys to be at rest

The source of my smile is fading

Through the streams of tears I keep on wading

The hope will never be lost

Coz in my heart she is forever frost

So close yet so far

Just like the night sky's bright little star

For her I will keep waiting like the moon

With hopes that she will change her mind soon :)

Submitted for Poetry Potluck Week 46 : “Love and its not being there”