Kislay Chauhan
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                              Black

 

Burning shine, dead minds 
Dead views in anatomies, quiet gods 
Lightless fire around, filthy shadows 
Unlocked space, a bribe for silence 
Blind papers, wordless, emotional 
Richness of poor sights, closing eyes 
Fathomless, endless halls and falls 
Moonless nights, breakable walls 
Strong, powerful vision, eternal force 
Unwelcome sadness, locked ways 
Weakness in pains, unequal hindrance 
Timeless journey, wingless flying 
Flattered roads, imagery landscapes 
Boats in rivers near flowers black petals 
Tortured slaves of shine, sing those signs 
Alarms like, a skylark by death-valley 
Spacious whorls, awaited characters 
Of time, to live life, hurdles and desires 
Black butterflies in grey gardens fly 
And lamps of darkness, stood alone ever 
For a pride, out-home those homeless bees 
Echoes, ever to the last
The rings, sirens and buzzing clocks 
Behind curtains, wars and blocks 
Blocks of hearts, faults and hate 
And who, that never was destroyed, ended 
Darkness, black, that ever was and will be

 

        Letting Go

When under mirror of heart 
The moon, I sit world apart 
In night dare not to weep again 
Comes a whisper of fear, then 
When last hope wants more 
Then directions says no more 

Recognizes this heart, words 
LET GO, like offensive in ears 
Places, farewell, broken hearts 
And a moon divided into stars 
The rivals fly in front of my eyes 
Know, every breath ends in sighs 

Visions inquire memory to get flee 
Let’s go, to walk along near sea 
Look the way, it is more lonely 
The footprints spreading widely 
Some quite strange, disappear 
Some live in the heart forever 

Everywhere you admired them 
Agreed with them, faith in them 
Whenever needed charm, gave 
But what if sleeked ways you have 
It was never sure, never certain 
You had those eyes behind curtain 

Every time, when you light in storm 
A candle, which hopes every norm 
A sudden shot of wind, can put out 
Whom you ever thought and proud 
A little treat of unstoppable reasons 
Leave them for thinkable seasons

 

 

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