Another minute elapses

3 o clock is not the ideal time to start a conversation, nor is it a time to write a mail but I have set this place for you coz I like this darkness and silence, it gives a sort of life to life, gives freedom and independence, fills u with a sense of sanity -- a sense that u are alive...

You know its u and only u and no one else whom u see at the mirror, u can go on talking without anyone to stop u, whisper to the night all alone, ur company? This dazzling light splashing out of the laptop screen, emptiness of the night and the silent din of the ceiling fan, which at times gets interuppted by the sounds of the moving vehicles which ply on the nearby flyover...

You are alone but u r happy, u talk to urself for hours, without a whine on ur face
then occasional silence often breaks it, also accompaning it are the movements
of the rich souls who are in their midsummer dreams...But when even ur own silence becomes silent it begans to haunt u...

the silence speaks a different language, which very few can gauge. It keeps on changing its linguistics rules .. speaking different words for different moods
which becomes difficult to dicipher they are once your own but the next moment they are just shadows of some gothic times just like light attimes becomes a shadow
of a distant world...movements of the pulse become a primitive touch, its amazing how u can listen to everyting, even the blood that runs thro ur veins, and the ticking of ur brain, you winking of ur eyes, the movement of ur eyelids, all seem to be audible...attimes even a melody comes out of these trivial things of sense,
which otherwise doesnt make much sense...

u wink ur eyes..and a flash runs through ur eyelids its a fraction of a millionth second but still the image ....its so clear and vivid even the breath u take bears the spark of some melting summer days, the heart all of a sudden pounds up
prevailing over the cacaphony of silence, its just a hullucination of the presense of some dead heartbeats you shared in some ancient age...

As u live an entire age, the clock takes another step and u realise its 3:01am
just one minute has gone, the night is still young, a lot still remains, so much to see, hear and taste as u delve once again in the obscurity of ur heart....somewhere the clock takes another leap to kill silence

Prayer No more

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You asked me to walk the line
I trudged on as long as I could see
You showed me the light and asked me to follow
I accepted it as a blessing bestowed on me

You asked me to listen to the heart
said you will gain everything you desire
your words were truth to me
and I marched on without much care

You said who dare wins
I believed, and kept hanging on your rope
You said true love always stays
as I kept floating on your hope

You said Man creates his own destiny
and I could not have agreed more
"no dream is big, count my words", You said
And I kept banging on heaven's door.

Moments elapsed, days rolled by,
time kept riding up the hill.
I prayed for hours at your feet
unheard, unanswered as life came to a standstill

I still clung to You
Hoping for some splashing miracles
waiting for your magic to touch my soul
I kept ringing the division bells

The days pilled on to years
As the wait stretched to infinity
your divine hands still eluded me
there was still no sign of your affinity

My prayers soon turned into sobs
As words took refuge to tears
Failure marked life's itinerary
As faith turned into fears

Stubborn time still marched on
As age plagued the miserable life
My belief stumbled in the face of anxieties
As crimson tears clouded my frail eyes


I don't pray to You anymore
Because I end up reciting an litany of grievances
Your eyes are also silent, and so are the lips
may be you too don't have answer to my complaints.

I know tomorrow I will perish
And will meet You at Heaven's door
Even then You will push me to Hell
And say my child "You should have tried more."