Longing Heart...

From random scribblings while looking outside through a small window in twilight on a locked down city.

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The Wind and The Candle

This is the love that pulls you towards emptiness, Angel.

It has done so to me...

Longing... It's like a void, dearth of darkness spread across

On inner walls of my heart.

Of an uncountable universes there

Where mystic holes black keep chanting of timeless desires;

Yearning for lascivious infinitude;

Where candles lit by you in my hopes never die.

The two of us, you and me Angel,

 Who could never meet,

As we were oceans apart tied in our priorities of life;

I wonder why I wasn't your priority.

I keep fighting, though tired, but still gasping 

For affection all the time.

The Wind and the Candle...

They lie in their death bed  relaxed, so lost in this emptiness,

In the void of darkness,

On inner walls of my heart.

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Teesta... A longing heart for Darjeeling

The messenger clouds carry a bagful of sad messages,

The sad heart turns into fog

And the restless heart turns into Teesta...

The sad messages come to the land of hills and forests

In square boxes;

Please let the heart stay as it is,

As it reads the sad messages enthusiastically...

The clouds carry a map to guide the messenger clouds,

And the twisting roads lead to his house surrounded by gardens.

At the end of the garden lies the main gate

And the rocking chair in the Verandah...

A small strip of sun ray falls on the carpet laid on the bed

The messenger cloud empties his bags there.

The messenger clouds carry a bagful of sad messages,

The sad heart turns into fog

And the restless heart turns into Teesta...

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