Delights Across Disquiets

Wings adrift
in the clove cold
search a
lukewarm bonfire
in the gentle grass
amidst other
weary wings

Solitary,
despite the mellow hue
and evening laziness,
the sky longs for
the flapping of feathers

Home far away
destiny afar
somewhere

Worries, hardly any-
silent serendipity and I

We go a long way back

Damn it

The cut
inside me
aches in pulses-
up, down & up

A sinner's mercy

is all I await.
An encrypted clue is all

you deny to unveil.

Sometimes
one's existence
is else's pain.

Out Of Thousands

Of the thousand things

that could be uttered
why we chose only those words ?

Why the feelings flew
in the wings of a chosen few ?

Did we miscalculate
or surrender randomly?
Were the phrases out of sight
or manifested too ordinarily?

And how do we compensate now?
Letting more words crowd.