Within My Mind?!

Aloof from her, hid my tears Left alone, she was there At her house I was there, near her house. Light was there, even in the darkest night Song was there, even in the melancholic sights The past haunted me, The present never left me Future was a distant call. She had passed those days, Alone, For I was with fire. I was dead for her, but I was alive In her heart In my heart. There were mere people With me But I would be left alone. The fires would die out, I would be peeping at her. She would be gazing, But neither of us talk, nor smile, She would be shedding those drops. I have a cloth, But alas! It's of no use. For I am dead for her, For I am dead for you. Siba Smarak Panigrahi

The beard has grown a bit more Moustache too has actively taken its part The adipose has found its new home From stomach to thigh A journey of two years Has thrown me ahead In the linear dimension of time. I was there on that brown wooden table With a PEN between my teeth Biting nails and the epidermis That neighbors them. "Son, not again" Said a female voice behind me "Oh! Dear mother, I just had an idea You made it slip away again" Replied I. A gap of six months found me on that table Again a PEN within the teeth But no voice to stop me There was the portrait hanging Where she said earlier "Son, not again" Oh! I miss her so much. Another one year later I was there Once again on that damn table Fed up with me Fed up with life Fed up with her. A bunch of papers lied in front of me They have never changed Camouflaged with A brown cover over the white surface. Now I am there Some thi...