Gyanban

Sands of time

2022-11-12T23:13:00.003+05:30

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.

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.

Petrichor

2022-05-14T12:22:00.007+05:30

Houses in flames and hearts ablaze

Pain emerges behind the haze.

In hate lies a heart; in rage lights the mind,

Streets in scarlet and roads leaving milestones behind.

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 retreats from the world we live in.

Eyes closed and breaths slow.

Freeing the mind in a locked window

As a distant cloud sprinkles rain,

A petrichor of hope remains.

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

Undwelling 2

2022-01-22T11:21:00.005+05:30

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.

Home Alone

2021-06-26T14:32:00.015+05:30

Open windows and closed domes

A quiet neighborhood and loud phones

Transparent windows and opaque minds.

Bright paints and closed blinds

Resort condos and motel minds

Manicured lawns and peaking blinds

High rises and short fuses

Big penthouses and small disguises

Socially vocal and mutually quiet.

Modular kitchens and mental riot.

Flowing curtains and stifled pains.

Soft lights and hard feigns.

Bright chandeliers and dark sins

Open gardens and sarcastic grins

White floors and dark rooms

Soft beds and dormant fumes

Crystal glasses and plastic gulps

Teakwood tables and emotional pulps

Homeless hearts and muted moans

Beautiful houses, and so few homes.

Gyanban Thoughts: beneath the veneer of pretense 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.

Invisibility

2020-07-03T16:31:00.001+05:30

“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...

Fade away

2020-04-29T13:34:00.002+05:30

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....