Talk of Happiness

As I sit in the couch

of roses printed all over

She sat opposite to me

in a twin couch

full of roses scattered all over

 

The other She sat next to me

deep in conversation,

they talked about Mogul emperors

I gawked at the chest in front of me,

intricately carved people of nation

 

A peasant running to nowhere

A king looking at nowhere

A knight ready to fight no battle

A woman with men somewhere

by the side is a foyer

 

Turks and Persians

I heard them talk

but you slowly undo things

letting them free for the excursion-s

I reach and grab on to the chest like a hawk

 

Lying on the right

I still hear them on Persians

but you reach the chest

slowly unfolding and rocking the might

She says, how she doesn’t like incursions

 

frequent reminder of death;

he is not dead but is some where far away

The other She nods in agreement

I smile and sigh away a breath

as he rubs my back, I sway

 

I slid back to the couch

nodding in weariness

There he waits in train of thoughts

by the fire place in a slouch

They talk of happiness.

Bracelet

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Charms that dangle

sun stars and moon

and many more

 

donned around – spangle

A perfect fit, how I’ll swoon

my personal ore

 

invisible from your angle

but hangs already my boon

Ah! Only I can see my lore

 

It shall one day dangle

sooner or later like a tune

but the wait you make, is bore –

Attic (July 5, 2017)

One-
by the river
through the mountain
in the attic
We have been

Travel-
within cellular level
through entire existence
in satanic abyss
We have been

Space-
filled it in
on several occasions
with zero atoms
We have been

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Giving titles is a challenging job for me; however, I would love to call it Attic as its a funny word, only one would understand ……