inertinkspiller

[inertinkspiller]

Luring Lullabies

When I stumble subtly on books and boredom,

I feel there's a part of me still stuck

With those roads of pale flowers

Of fresh autumn and less pour.

I desire to pick them one by one

But just like your eyelashes they turn back.

My nostrils fill up with muse and moisture

My eyes keep dangling

As if they shall pop out to you.

A breeze so tender feels

Like

Rhythm-I once lost back on stage

Rhythm-our old lover's bench needs

Rhythm - Moist enough to fog my eyes

Rhythm - A longing part of odes and rhymes.

And with you as if a screenshot

Taken with three fingers on touch

I somewhere stop amidst the

Crossroads of eyes and nose

Dilemma of choosing poem or prose

And you still stay upright captured

When those frowned brown cheeks

Spill out carving quotes

You're beautiful

When those brown pupils Google

Still you refuse to speak

You're imagery

When still and sober lest define

A line forging ahead of boundaries

You're rhyme

When a ray of your sight

Lits up myself from me

You're light

When storms and sorrows

Sink in the skin and speak

You're a skeptical silence

When moon and clouds

Play hide and seek

And stare your lips

With golden rush

An airy wind shall gush

Through your ears and speak

The words of honest deeds

You shall avoid every trance of love

Like a fake smile carving its path

Amidst wrinkled writings on pages with pirn

And like a lyrical ballad excuses shall pave

Their paths with pressure and power of promises.

©Rajat Kumar Dalai

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I heard you were caged yesterday night with the words your so called "Friends" had had with you during the days when most of us were dreamless of what we would do, when whirling the rubber tyres on streets and making it move par your friends one made the mornings overwhelmed... You know what from that day till today I've experienced and met with people who sleep at footpaths as well as the people who curse on them, I've played, won, lead, ruled but yet that smile is what I miss after all these glories portentous to burdens on head we seldom need to visit the far lands of memories my friend and this isn't the thing all would suggest you to because friendship nowadays has become the mask to hide devil in us but there are few left who really mean it. You complain that few memories should never flash again and elope with time but those are the things for which you're standing at your own this hour my dear! Those are the good ones which made you strong enough to face storms and cyclones life hits upon you... Remember though caged you're a light gleaming within you never let that glow perish in the darkness of past rather shine and spread in a manner darkness gets frightened of because though caged life and light still spreads endlessly to achieve what they're striving for...

©Rajat Kumar Dalai

[inertinkspiller]

I’d left you somewhere amidst the aura of fragile fragrance that flowers joyous thoughts with each word scribbled… In those yellow pages which were once the evidence how my breaths were solely dependent on the pulse that resonated your heartbeats … Love was when I touched every part of you through my words of gratitude, you always complained for my worsened handwriting unknown to the pain of my trembling hands with awful fingers as if my pen was enslaved to write a tale that was never to be read by you… Those inks got faded …faded with the winds that took us apart, faded with the essence of our belongingness by heart, faded by the woods that embroidered our hearts, faded with the lustre our eyes never did cast … We’re together again but a fear remains in the stances of love, betraying the irony that true love never gets sufficed… And those yellow pages are again eager for their children to take birth and I am yet awaiting your presence in my pen who’ll urge my conscience to spill out once again a new chapter of our love .

As if love is our destiny and we’re meant to meet Till love loved lover’s love love remains incomplete…

©Rajat Kumar Dalai

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And she arrived in the darkest night of autumn when the leaves were wet fallen as if a tear from the dusted eyes of love to the blank roads of realization for it could no longer bear the betrayal sun did to those wounded winds which blew it apart.

She came as soft as a shade down the canopy of linked trees in summer bearing the heat within and giving out it’s shade to those who least care for it. For her, his memories were the wind blowing her altogether as a leaf unknown to it’s direction yet fleeting with much love and pleasure. Unknown to her fault she could never know those winds were the cause she had to move out from the crowd of her own belongings.

Walking with stark aimless eyes in a road less known to her destiny she still walks in search of the reason why she got blown by those flirtatious winds and left something she was intact to since she evolved.

Was it love ? Was it lust ? Was it a lame attraction ?

Answers are yet to be searched for, still her loneliness has eaten her as whole for she couldn’t judge that it wasn’t guy but the circumstances that truly betrayed her. Alas !!! Situations and winds have their effects just as long as they’re in touch once gone one would never know where they’ve left them … In search of herself she surrounds and repeat And gets back home bowing to self defeat.

©Rajat Kumar Dalai

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