Hope kills...

Hope kills

yes it does

a sharp weapon

that prods relentlessly.

moments ago

a momentary respite

you got up

brushing tears aside

all seemed well

in control

unlocking the door

bridling worries

you march ahead

nature soothes

bolstering you up

are trespassers

and slowly 'hope' crepts in

back and revived.

you loose guard

mistaking it for-ever

but vicissitude is inevitable

inexorable

a blowing jerk

and its ripped off

throbbing beats slowing down

gasping for air

a momentary respite

moments ago

another jab

now no more

told you my friend

hope kills.......

PS : I have tried depicting a circle which defines 'hope' in our lives. Its actually a viscous one...killing us one moment and compelling us to 'hope' on the very next....but then thats my view point, you are welcome to let those imaginary horses gallop wild and free and interpret the words in your own way :)

Its A Night....

It’s A night. No, not one of those lively good nights neither is it a gloomy one. It’s not an unusually darker one nor is it stormy. Its just one of those random nights..a comfortable mist of clouds, some stars and a moon. Nothing special nothing remarkable. Yet I am attracted towards it. There is something about the eerie silence that compels me to stay awake. To live it in its whole essence...to let the darkness dawn a little more…warding off the surrounding light, blossoming in full, with the moon and stars.
Its 2:14 AM precisely in my watch. Tranquility prevails. Maybe an occasional sound here and there and a periodic ticking of time but nonetheless it is serene.
The world lays in deep slumber with shadows guarding the moon and all that is hidden under it.
"Can it see me too”? I wonder. experiencing it...letting it seep within me...the darkness, the coolness, those gentle breeze that bring easterly winds of water? 
I hope it doesn't. Coz I m at peace. Hiding in its bosom and dwelling in my soul. I don't want to attract attention. I m me, in my own skin. Enjoying this night. Enjoying the things that are a part of everyday world. If I care about anything right now. Its those miscellaneous mysteries.unresolved.unperturbed.
The moon. It is silvery and the tints are beautiful. Shades unwind in it to show me the days bygone, some memories, people, places...all projecting in those silvery hues. All known to me yet i gaze in amazement.
Surprisingly stars don't attract me today somehow.
''Am I moonstruck"? A voice asks. "Of course not! Has there to be a reason for everything"? I protest to quieten it up. But somewhere I know, it knows too. That I am. I am here, sitting amidst it for my dreams. To know them. Those miscellaneous mysteries. To get them solved.Perturbed.
Now I desire the night to see, I seek its attention. I don't want to be embodied in it like everyone else. I want to grow and then outgrow those murky blankets of darkness, like the moon.
Finally I witness my dreams. Not all, not few. Just a glimpse but a vivid one. It’s not a fantasy neither serendipity. Its ecstasy. Pure divine ecstasy to me.
This night is mine. I am cuddling it up and ready to fly off in my delightful dreams!!

The many shades of me :))

The many hues of life

all splashing unto me

a sprinkle here and there

or drenching wild and free

eccentric and vibrant

joyous and en- zealed

with careless laughter pouring

ORANGISH shades it reveals

passionate and intense

dawning turmoil and upheavals

I care not of lighter shades then

PURPLE is the colour I be

romantic and mystic

with powerful enchanting sways

love - the only cynosure

cherry RED emboldens me

a peaceful WHITE or fresh YELLOW

inhaling the morning breeze

or crisp like GREEN grass blades

sharp yet sunny bellows

suppressed with BLUES

maybe soft and gentle

or nightmarishly dark

dimming the SILVERY enthuse

bold, BLACK and sassy

tracing authority and Independence

or saintly WHITE and sagacious

shimmering purity and radiance

The canvas is me

and so are the pastels

I am the artist

stroking with poignant skills

incomplete and imperfect

like the crescenting moon

awaiting a Midas touch

pearly drops and dew

shining a medley of shades

infinite tones and tints

I fabricate a beautiful life

I celebrate a COLOURFUL me :))

PS : I am not sure if 'colour therapy' works but there is something I know "It is not the form that dictates the colour, but the color that brings out the form" . 

Wish everyone a life splashing with an array of innumerable shades! :D