KADUGUSUMA

Lost in each other's eyes, Rhythm of our synced hearts, Mingling hot air, Clasped hands, Interlaced fingers, Feather-light steps... Dancing with you, It used to be so easy,  As easy as breathing... A pause, a silence. A faltered step. And the rhythm is forever lost. But we want to dance. Gasping for air, Unmet gaze, Loosened grip, Lead-like legs And we dance, But for different songs. We still dance. Tightening the hold a bit, Trying to match the steps. But A slight misstep, And we would collide, We could collapse. So, we still dance But the careful one, As if there is only one melody...                                 - Panchami Kabbinahitlu

Spreading the fragrance in the air, Storing the sweet nectar within, Beckoning the beautiful butterflies, Swayed the colourful cluster of joy. All it wished for was the warmth. The warmth that- Melted away the harshest ice, Seeped through the branches Soaked the nooks and corners. How could it not? Turning away from the sun, Could the flower ever bloom? And, wishes are just wishful. How could it defy the destiny? Even if all it got is the scalding heat. The heat that- Scorched its pillowy soft petals, Drained away the nourishment, Wilted away the life spirit. How could it turn away, When all it knew was to seek the sun? - Panchami Kabbinahitlu 

All I see is bleakness. All that is left is The pitch black darkness, The soft blanket, The pillow pressed against my cheek, The humming of the fan, And another night to stare at the emptiness, to soak the pillow with tears... All I do is trying... Trying to be non-chalant, When all I feel is too much, too deep. Trying to be care free, When all I care is about everything but me. Trying to mend, When there was nothing broken. Trying to make it right, When I don't even know what's wrong. Trying to be strong, When all I wish is to crawl back to shell. Trying to hold on, When all I wish is to be held. Trying to cling to the remnants, When there was nothing to begin with. Trying to try hard When all I wish is to give up. And then again, All I do is try and try some more... And now, all that left is tiredness That tears the tender muscles; That sucks every ounce of my blood; That seeps deep into the bone; That fills the body with ache... I'm so tired... Tired of trying, Tired of ...

She says there is a beauty in letting go, He says holding on is much more beautiful!   She lets go of her whole heart, Her dreams that were whispered to the empty walls of her room, Her desires becoming something more than a name, Her stubborn joy for life, Her innocence, Her soul All while loving him! Without the weight of empty words, Not needing any assurances, Unknowingly they sign contracts of the soul! A silent promise binding them forever! Holding hands through the rough paths of life, They walk forward They cry, They grieve, They love! TOGETHER! No words No grand gestures Just two souls! He holds on to the versions of herself Which she LOVED about herself! He holds on; To the delicate bond that binds them, To those dreams that made her eyes shine, To the desires that drove her life, To her smile that showered nothing but innocent love, To NOTHINGS of life that were shared with her! To her soul that loved him! Thr...

It’s in my nature To hang somewhere between Living and dying... Agony doesn’t terrorize my core existence. Usually, I hold on to moments That consume the remnants of my being— Tarnishing the fragments of hope, Churning my soul for a while. My mind believes it is its job to do these things for me! The moment I try to escape the trap inside, It always drags me down to the locked room in my head— Which I often assume is sealed, Full of the same old, relentless chaos! Grappling in darkness, Where the brighter 'Me,' is just a whisper. Shackled by rusted chains of fears and doubts, Beating myself for reasons I can't define, Building a universe of hate for myself I usually let myself bear the weight of unnecessary thoughts alone. Not reaching for the hands that are ready to lift me, Guide me to the light, Lead me to the life Knowingly ignoring the warmth offered by the world; I end up putting the shackles on myself— That's just me fighting the oth...

  It was so good to be in longing, To have something to look forward to; To hope for the D-day; To be away and get lost in imagination. It was             As divine as moonlight;             As colourful as rainbows;             As pretty as flowers;             As beautiful as butterflies;             As soothing as green lush…   I would play it in my head over and over, Each time a different version; Each time a different circumstance; But, nonetheless all happy & beautiful… I would bask in these   imaginations , Making my body vibrate with excitement; Making my heart flutter with joy; Making my soul soak in contentment…   The time passes… The pr...

With a lost gaze, he wanders around, Trying to steal an ounce of warmth that melts the winter in him! For him, it seems like the world is being showered with love and laughter   Except for the space wherever he is struck.   For him, the spring has always been a rumor,   And he’s a captive of endless winter,   The winter that’s covered in pale snow,   Making his insides feel too cold and dry;   The illusion of solitude stayed with him briefly   And left him freezing in that empty, cruel space alone!   He thinks that this winter is contagious,   It kidnaps all the people around him if he talks about it!   He believes that it swallows man as a whole,   Creating a whirlpool of emotions,   Pulling them into a noiseless, colorless world   Without a trace of the joyous, warm world that once existed!   Not dragging anyone into this mess is his kind of prote...

  ‘DREAMS’ are plants that grow into trees That shelter you in the long journey… ‘DREAMS’ are strong birds That takes you to the heights of the sky… ‘DREAMS’ are the sparks That put shine into your eyes… Yet, The same ‘DREAMS’ could be, The tree that would uproot your house; The heights from where you might have death fall; The sparks that would turn into burning flames;   Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be lived; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be strived; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be chased; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be yearned; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be fancied; Some ‘DREAMS’ are just to be dreamt; And yet, Some other ‘DREAMS’ are to be let go So that, you don’t get trapped in their roots; So that, you don’t shatter into unmendable pieces; So that, you don’t burn your soul in it; So that, you are not sucked off the last ounce of spirit…   Will it not be cowardice to let go of the DREAM? The DREAM that you have nurtured with LOVE PASSION DETE...