Trapped

He undressed and his scars visible,
She touched them, felt them and held the pain in her touch or tried to
He pierced his gaze into hers
His soul flew past the pretty face and her dark black eyes.

Scars, scars, deep within,
The source of her silence.
Scars and scars, deep within.

He extended his arms to touch
She closed her eyes and turned away
Her soul trapped in the shackles of her past,
Her scars guarding the castle.

But he knew.
Clouds will part and there will be stars.
He awaits for the stars,
To touch the scars, to gaze into her soul.
The moon will rise and the only darkness there will be, will be in her coiffures.

He waited and waited.
And she returned.

Bathed in silver of moon,
Naked, she stood.
Her scars and her screams exposed,
Breaking the walls of her castle.

Naked, she stood, locked in his arms,
He conquered her fears and she in turn took his pain.
 Amidst the moon and the stars,
Their souls United, danced among the stars.

He gazed into her eyes and she trapped his soul.

Saurabh.

Honeymoon in Venice!

Lost is my sight, in the vanishing smoke,
In my imagination I could be anything, I was not.
I dream of white shores and a fire pot,
I roam with hippies and I am broke.
 

Loose is my grip, over the sands of time,
Is there, life beyond this shine,
The smell of barbequed fish and wine?
I lost a lot, in my prime.

Gone is the wind, which carried her smell,
She still mocks me, on her honeymoon in Venice.
Blinded by her spell, I walked into the hell,
I am pinned, in my loneliness.

Lingering are my thoughts, in the mist and Rain drops,
The earthly scent and yellow, red, blue blooms.
The winter passed and the spring sobs,
There is still hope, across these catacombs.

Saurabh.

Far from Home

Painted in multi-color,
I wanted to sue the host,
but I ain't a lawyer.

Aroused by the massage,
I wanted to marry the lad,
but I ain't taking that passage.

Drowned in the cookie,
I wanted to speak,
now, its all a blur.

Am i sleeping or its a deep blue sea?
Please, see past the waves,
I am more than just a fantasy.

The weed hasn't kicked in yet,
smoke's not cleared,
guess what - I am winning every Poker lot.

The ride, with slow brakes, is hard to steer,
Its Jack's car, life ain't so different,
if accompanied by a Belgium beer

The road is smooth, and the lane is set,
yet, there are warm clouds,
Its Nelly's smoke, life ain't like that.

I guess, 'm far from home,
though, it feels like home,
the blue sky and the warm sun,
Nelly and Jack, with a bun.


Saurabh.

Road Trip

On the foggy window glass,

In the snow that raw,

My finger rubbed past the dew,

To catch a glimpse,

Of fog and benumbed,

Outside of the car window.

My eyes desire a little sunshine,

My skin, a little warmth.

Ears urge for her chirping,

Lips, the touch of hers,

Hands, a stroke in her hairs,

Body, to have a shadow besides hers.

The sun shined shyly over the meadows,

To hide back in clouds,

As if it kissed the snow - a good foggy day.

Conifers stand tall, covered in snow as if a white ghost,

Sailing with the wind, snow shifted -revealing a green arm,

Only to muddle the sleeping fox beneath.

Relishing in my state- haywired,

A smile played on her, if only, for an instant,

to leave me mortified.

My devotion for her- untouched.

Masked, my feelings rattled,

Green eyed- I explode.

Saurabh.

Letting go!

The toys, that broke,

The promises those never fulfilled,

Deals, that never closed,

The walks those ceased,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

The memories, that soaked,

The straw u wanted,

The umbrella, that reverted,

The leg that limped,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

The nail bites that never healed,

The bite, that resembled a kiss,

The tears that never stopped,

the breaths with steady sobs,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

Conversations, those abrupted,

'coz of the gleam in your eyes,

Future, that went awry,

All, but is an illusion,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

Tak.