ONE FLASH

One flash,
And I open my eyes.
No ache,
No grief,
No sorrow,
No misery.
I feel light as a feather,
My body curbed forever.

Pain. A frozen numb.
Nothing can I attain:
No sight, touch or sound.
Nothing.
I want to succumb.

I have polluted feelings with words.
Anything further said
Would have been absurd.
A long silence, now.
Nothing can break it.
Nothing! Oh, Nothing!

Out of the cycle
Of the highs and the lows,
I smile and leave this existence.
And end all the shows!

ONE TRIP

One trip,
Down the memory lane,
Blue pictures vigorously drain.
I surrender to sleep,
The soft, white pillow,
A true companion when I weep.
I shut my eyes,
The candle is burning,
Thoughts recurring, mesmerizing lies.
I dive into oblivion,
In this present tension,
The past, glowing like a blue neon.
You, in front of me,
No one else in the world,
No one but you, do I long to see.

Art is just been my plight

One of art;
The other of darkness
Fair is the thought
of their convergence
But,
Art is just been my plight
And darkness I hope
meets the light.
My brush strokes tremble
As I feed the canvas sight
A cry of the failure
who feels crucified
I wish my painting
Is again left unidentified
Art is just been my plight
And darkness I hope
meets the light.

Unconditional love is Non-Existing.

Unconditional love is non-existing,
it just conditional love these days.
You fulfill my desires and I satisfy yours.
Be it a parent-child relationship,
Or be it a husband-wife relationship,
Or be it just two friends.
Emotions don't really breathe,
They are lost with the smoke,
Where does the simple man
who knows only how to love would go?
I don't have many questions,
But what I seek for is just some answers!
Where did this love die?
When did this loving end?
Humans being inhumane,
Emotions don't breathe in this; mundane.
I sit here motionless,
Like the time is clogged,
Near my windowpane,
I see,
Moving cars, Flying birds,
Moving clouds changing colors,
But oh I am stuck,
Like; The life of a flower whose,
not grown but plucked.
I don't have many questions,
But what I seek for is just some answers!
Where did this love die?
When did this loving end?
Humans being inhumane,
Emotions don't breathe in this; mundane.
I wish to,
Step to the real world,
And stick to my work.

Arti Jalan.