~ ILLUSION ~

That night sitting along the shore, gazing the embellishments of the sky, a single drop of salty water created ripples into its numerous reflections. Before dying into the sea it had a life of its own. A life of journey. Journey crafted by good, bad, sweet n sour memories. But there was something my restlessness was searching in that well knit silken cloth of life. Some loosen threads. Some untouched blubbers. Some unheard tears. Tears which were shed in the darkness of days n nights. Sound of whose echo, which was lost in the quarrels of my surroundings. It always tried to caress the essence which will fade away at the horizons. And that horizons which never existed. And that horizons which always existed in my illusioned eyes...

Water of my grave.......

Just when the candles start burning,
Just when the air is full of fragrance,
Just when the cries have mellowed down,
Just when it had knocked at my bedside,
Just write ur name in the water of my grave.
So that I can feel u in fall of my tears,
So that I can listen to u in the dance of the rain,
So that I can see u in the numbness of chilly nights.
So that my dead eyes are happy at the other side of life.

For I have just given up to the screams of life,
For I have become restless of my own delight,
For I was just in search of life,
When I have just fallen in the lap of his dark side...