SAILOR (2)

School, memories and smile
It follows as such.
What adds up better is his face!
“Friends!” “Yes!”
And the scenes changed.
….. memories found space,
she kept running besides the waves.
Her Sailor was home.

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LETTERS OF LOVE TO THE STORYTELLER

To the hymns of the winds,
Letters of Love
For all her sleepless nights.
Letters of Love
To the stars and beyond
For endless dreams
And hopes of a life, together.
To the beautiful mornings
For her kisses.
To the slow sunsets
For the hands walking along
A journey of care, smile, and tears.
Letters of Love
To the story
For all the fights. 
Though they ended it.
…..letters of love to the tears of the Storyteller.

PRISONER(3)

​”Sound sleeps,
warm bed,
a room facing sun.
– I hope.”

“But wait…
Will it be as I need?”

Leave the sun and bed
but sleep in here is calm.
Calm in regrets 
and in wishes to revert
what happened.
“..What after parole?”
Same sleeps
Or added fights 
to brave my mind against 
the outer new…
I know not.

STORYTELLER(7)

One night it was love
narrating her woes with friendship.
Love didnot know that friendship
would come up this bad a person.
On hearing love
Misunderstanding stood up.
Topics changed. 
Misunderstanding fought with love.
A long fight though
ended with love in tears.
Love was true yet couldnot convince.
Misunderstanding chose to deny.
Fight got intense and ended love broken
having lost all respect.
So it was time to leave.
Love was hurt,…..crying
a lot.
Finally misunderstanding calmed
and could understand
that love was true.
Words saved the scene.
Though love was hurt
yet stayed.
…………………………………

A sound broke in and he woke up.
I guess the storyteller had a nightmare.

PRISONER (2)

​I know not if I love these bars.
Maybe because they seem more familiar
sharing the scenes of my growing ages.

“I wonder if someday I’m set free,
who will I find outside this known?
These prison walls have kept the difference.
Me on one side,
the rest mankind on the other.
Is it that I feel safe in here 
Or I’m afraid of changes?
…………………………….
Maybe these bars have 
imprisoned my thoughts for life too.”