Thursday, October 1, 2015

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.