Blood of my Hope..

My fingers dipped

in the blood of my own hope

Hope when again the morning light

like the diamond cuts accompanied

with the love dipped Fragrance

Of you smiling

but life they said

came

with rewind buttons none

intricate

when time like a blade

cuts through the veins

and colors ever so slowly

started to fade

Now nothingness remains

like flowers in November

A Withering cascade

a place

where hope gives up

only to forget

Gold fishes of love

Till the hourglass spills

And Emptiness is set

 at large, amid

Sound of silence

Prerogative of mine

Yet before you knew

i am set, to walk

on thin ice

And clear is the writing

on the wall

Of my faith

set in stone

my blood stained hands

have killed my hope

An incomplete endeavor 

Inch by inch we came closer

And yet the distances remain

Amid this soot and ash

Half told our story remains

Test of love is to not to reach 

its zenith 

But Yearning for this candle 

the unachievable should remain 

Lights and the horizons so 

bright

alone desolation 

the blazing reds - my blood

Announcing its delight 

amid everything else, a pinch

this disdain will remain

In the sand of time

Something like my name

Which you once wrote 

Now remains 

Half said lines

Untold stories

Half finished poems 

Half made songs 

An incomplete endeavour 

Is all that remains 

scent of your essence 

intoxicated me

To time I asked, where did you flee

If this was my heaven, then how?

Where are you, why can't I see

The starts, the moon and the

fairy too 

Extinguished yet burning

do you have a clue?

Where are you, why can't I see

Centuries have shrunk 

And this moment of wait,

Pour from your eyes-the wine

That cup forever got me drunk

Half said lines

Untold stories

Half finished poems 

An incomplete endeavour 

Is all that remains 

And yet I know

An end will come 

This dark tunnel ahead

And faith as we know

Like your being, it will glow

Will finish the lines

of a poem untold

To complete its endeavour 

For us to remain

Insatiable self 

You hold on to something, that's not yours 

Oh self. Is that what they call, the unachievable?

Someone who lives and breathes in your dream 

Oh self. Why you keep on repeatin'

Is that the goal or the path leadin'

And the cup or the bearer feedin'

a tempest and you're drownin'

Till a point of no returnin'

story your silence is revealin'

and the distance keeps on shrinkin'

by the sun - you'll be feelin'

yet you made me give up hopin'

Nothingness sourrounds and yet

this faith doesnt die.

Is that what they call? The unachievable?

Love?

My insatiable self.

Still..

once more i was there

a point where imagination

with all its eloquence

stops - like that writers block

which comes only to go

but the time it stays

hurts, it pains

it spreads like plague

deep into veins

of the city in dark

alleyways of hope

that died wheezing

yearning for you

like air that comes

which touches that pettle

fresh like dew lets

and it stops

like that art

with that painters heart

in the canvas, oil

expressions wordless

my songs meaningless

love is fareless

and you left me

toungless,

only to see

my imagination stop