Death

I stand

Unseen sometimes

Lurking in the dark corners

Holding a scythe at the sharp turns

Shrouded in black

As clock ticks along

I walk

Amidst laughter and joy

Waiting for the perfect moment

To capture the soul

Leaving behind

Faces all forlorn

I stay

By your side

As you find yourself soulless

Eyes blank and anguished

Deeply contemplating

Your way out

I sit

Holding your hand

As you sleep

Dreaming peacefully

Of years bygone

With a satisfied smile

Glasses

She felt an abandoned box brushing her fingers as she moved her hands through the loft. Curious, she decided to check the box leaving the cleaning for later. Heaving the ladder from her room she props it along the loft at her attic, with full of anticipation of untold stories and treasured memories. She pulled the heavy box closer to her only to be slightly disappointed at the sight of glass balls stacked together with names scribbled on them. A souvenir of sorts she thought. Nevertheless, she tries to pick one of them when it accidentally slips out of her hand falling with a crash! In a panic, she looks down towards shattering glass ball trying to save it, belatedly. But, instead she stood there startled, at the sight of a man not much older than her, stretching himself and rubbing his eyes as if awaken from deep slumber. She then heard his gruff voice as he said "I am finally free". With sleepy eyes he says "after years of being frozen, a glass of water is all I need". As he find her surprised face he quickly quips "your lips would do fine too my dear! You are the one I have been waiting for"                        

Love

As he stared at me
With his brown glittery eyes
I could feel a soft touch in my soul
which was far from being cold.


I could hear his soothing voice
That was above all the noise
I felt the honeydews
Upon the green grass.


The sweet fragrance of the flowers
That breezed through the wind mildly
Made our heart beat wildly
Despite us looking calmly.


The whiteness of dove’s wing
Shading us from reality
Swept us to land of love
That seemed like eternity.

Black Beauty

You are too black
Yet so beautiful;
And do not lack
The continuous appreciations.

Surrounding the white cloud
With clear gleaming mist;
Encasing a shiny black pearl
Within the oyster shell.

Making a lady proud
By just a soft touch of presence
You hardly ever fade,
Even after a hard escapade.

Born from burning oil’s fumes
Almost hidden by feathery lashes
Yet making your presence felt
All over the world is your fame.

Some call you mascara,
The others-kohl;
But dear old kajal
Back at home.