Have you ever been lonely?

When everyone is asleep
When sky resemble grease
Water ardents me
Fire freezes me
Nightmares nauseate me
Monopoly of tear manipulate me
I burry myself in the blue
I find my soul colorless in hue
I feel like a fetid ragout
I am society’s quod
Infirmity ablaze me
Fears castigate me
I feel deceased
Hatred innovate my deformity
Equivocation becomes my locution
I profane slowly but swiftly
I try to sleep, I try to slumber
But night start snoring, sun rises in east
With feston my bod gets fig
I wear a huge fib
People gather around me
They pretend to be quiet, but they niggle me
My dark circles and wrinkles scream aggresively
“I’ve been lonely, I’ve been lonely”
But for amusing each other they ask me
“Have you ever been lonely?, Have you ever been lonely?”

Love

It is a warm affection
Like an effigy of attraction
It is a dulcet melody
Confluence of two conflagrations
There are some emotions in words
Emotion of nepotism and aversion
I’ve heard a singing Nightingale
Her song is amalgam of those emotions
It is a luscious feel
This feel when wanders in heart
A juvenile current passes through body
Then every thing is enthralled by convulsion
Sometimes such emotions enrapture soul
Sometimes it is a spark of eradication
This aroma sensitize one’s heart
Though holding dear is reality of love

Winter Nights

It is a cold night, December night, one of my lonely winter nights. I am wrapped in a black shawl,with a book in my left hand,sipping coffee from my utmost used cup. Coffee whose smell is hazard like love and contaminated like sin. When I sip in black liquid only thing I feel is a gulp of fear in my throat. With every sip I take in fears. Fears of living,fears of losing,fears of dreaming and fears of loving. I look up at sky,black foggy sky,threatened by infinities my eyes start sobbing. When tears wander through my soft skin and when they slide at my red lips I take another sip of coffee,another sip full of fears. I wipe my face,hold my book and began to read words, words which fade slowly and swiftly. A spark of memories produce eradication in my eyes and I burst into tears. Leafs of my book soak my tears,cold breeze hit my body and I try to find comfort in my shawl,warmth of my shawl happens to be a condoling agent. I clean my cheeks, rub my eyes. Memories run like a film in front of my eyes. My dry throat demands another sip of coffee thus in one sip I swallow every drop of it. I can feel every drop in throat. It stays there and I know it is meant to be there. It creates a space in my throat. I can feel my self in a center of a sphere filled with all my scary memories, I can feel tears in my eyes, ocean of my eyes blankets everything around me so I rub my eyes, look at my cup my empty coffee cup, it starts screaming. My empty cup tell me that all my lackings lead to such lonliness. When echoes of my cup ressurect loneliness,warmth of my shawl burries it. When wind threatens me, book soak my tears but taste of coffee remains fresh and with that contagious taste I crawl into bed.