November 12, 2022

Sands of time



The scorching sun follows me

Hot dunes burn my feet

I know you are waiting for me

As I leave the last oasis.


A grain of sand tears my skin

The mirage of love keeps my feet moving

your eyes on the distant horizon

the last drop of hope within.


My throat is parched.

Your tears dry

My heart sinks into the sand

Reaching out for your hand


As darkness engulfs light,

my life fades into the ground,

the memories scatter in the desert

and my love, 

floats into the sands of time.


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Gyanban Thoughts : a few lines on the pain of not being able to be with your love. Memories are the only visuals remnants in the mind.You keep walking despite the imminent end. Love pulls you through till the end.


May 14, 2022

Petrichor





Houses in flames, and hearts ablaze

streets in pain and severed limbs strewn around

In hate lies the heart, in rage lights the mind

Tears dry in the sun, parched soul cries in vain


Walking through the din and the noise within,

the light of hope blown by the wind

and the will to live flickering, or death lingering.

Life retreating from the world we live in.


A distant petrichor summons the clouds and sprinkles rain,

Feet sink in wet mud and a splash of hope

Freeing the minds of a locked window

Eyes closed and breaths deepen for the heathen below...




Gyanban Thoughts: these few lines are attempting to capture the mood of the times we live in, or the chaos which surrounds us. How the pain around us is draining our minds and the will to keep moving. It ends hoping to smell the distant petrichor of hope and neutrality(heathen) of beliefs below. 

January 22, 2022

Undwelling 2

 

Boulevard of broken dreams

Promenade of promises

Streets of lost souls

Neighbourhoods of numbness


Garage of gagged emotions

Home of hidden tears

Bed of  blues 

Pillows of poignancy 



Sleep of open eyes.





June 26, 2021

Undwelling

 

Beautiful houses yet ugly homes
Quiet neighbourhood and loud music
Bright paints and dark insides,
High rises and low patience.
Transparent windows and opaque minds.


Resort condo's and motel minds
Manicured lawns and unkempt yawns
Socially vocal and mutually quiet.
Modular kitchens and divided plates.

Flowing curtains and stifled pains.
Soft lights and hard fights
Illuminating chandeliers and dark minds.
Open gardens and closed doors.


White floors and black tongues
Crystal glasses and plastic gulps
Teakwood tables and porcelain egos
Homeless hearts, heatless souls
Many houses , yet so few homes.



Gyanban Thoughts: beneath the veneer of pretence lies the true meaning of home. Many can make houses only a few make homes. The life we lead in our minds reflects in our homes.

July 3, 2020

Invisibility



“Stop staring at me! 

Stupid cab, didn’t see the puddle.

Now please, eat baby, don’t fuss,” said June pushing the tray.

Just then Constantine appeared, “Sorry bud, I’m late, I was with your...”


Oskar’s tail wagged briefly before yelping.

The moist eyes searched for his parents, in the empty cage.



 

Gyanban Thoughts: Flash fiction after a long time. The subtext being promises broken and hope or the lack of it. We often set expectations without knowing the repercussions it may have on others...


April 29, 2020

Fade away




and then, just like that,

one day we will fade away,

aging books on empty shelves,

receding memories of ourselves,

sail away leaving the shores of love,

with no fear or pain,

as life empties the shell,

warmth turns cold

tears lost in those palms

those eyes which walk miles,

lost in silence ,

to the noise of it all,

and then, just like that,

one day, we will fade away...






Gyanban Thoughts : a few lines to take a pause and think about all those people we ve lost in time and the realization that someday, we will just like them, fade away.... huh, just like that....







April 6, 2020

In The Nights Of Fire



One Day I woke up, and saw the fire,
the raging pyre, burn burn burn,
but the one burning in me, my destiny,
will one day, engulf me....


I peered from the window,
Familiar voices, unknown faces,
scream scream scream...
with the forces,marching the streets,
I saw the flaming torches,reach out to me...


Children running,from the dark,
Mothers shrieking, pain singing a ballad,
Masking the pain, melancholy strain,
but in vain,vain vain...
As the lava, enters the city,
hiding behind the realms of reality,
Floating embers, flow like sorrow,
Love like there is no tomorrow,

In the Nights of fire,fire fire...








Gyanban Thoughts: thought of it as a paintbrush, just a streak across the canvas, with the paint trickling down the surface, not trying to make a statement, but just capturing a moment in time

Sands of time

The scorching sun follows me Hot dunes burn my feet I know you are waiting for me As I leave the last oasis. A grain of sand tears my skin T...