Painted Maladies

To the one with deep pockets and mighty swords

and dazzling crowns of power and say
the wrung ballad of the zephyr
was drastically tuned to match the shreds of resilience
and thus storm was brewed to keep them safe
while I was blown to their lair of unknown.
Snuggled together in the fickle grasp of my resolve
all the while
succumbing to their enraptured beastly presence.
The tapestry of their exquisite realm was
woven with the replicas of assembled dreams
and trodden self-esteem,
covered with trampled over the sheath of apprehension.
Underneath the screeching heartbeat
bolted inside my skin, I curled over the scribbles
of shushed stories
titled excruciating pain of painted maladies.
The sounds of my struggles were caged in comfort
and comforted in the cage, identities more often duplicated.
Now that I lie at the bottom of the bottomless pit;
at the end of the endless woe
inside my candy-like dainty dome
disoriented on my own
and scattered as fragments in this mortal world,
I am traveling via uncharted vessel
towards salvation and through the point of no return.
Haunting shadows above all is my escape.
and now I am waiting for the time of their catastrophic take.
© srijaprasita

The One

The walls she built

every brick carefully laid
overtime as she grew
With dark clouds
hovering overhead
and freezing mist of nightmares
following her about.
Yet she yields magic
and let wanderers penetrate the shield
leading them to the holdings
of love and compassion.
She is the fire that blazes eternal
yet the drop of joy pours nonetheless.
She is an enigma, the puzzle of the world
where fire and ice co-exist.
For the love she bestows
overwhelmingly endearing.
For the qualms she has
overtly amazing.
For the words, she spouts,
the truth that pinches,
overbearing,
Yet,
the cocoon of her embrace,
the drizzle of her smile
and the downpour of her laughter
shines like the first rays of the sun
tearing away the cloak of the dark.
She is the blend of the day and night
ethereal like the dusk and the dawn
that holds the mysteries of the world
with unembraced and unnoticed identity
unique, the only one.
The prize you ought to embrace, not own.
© srijaprasita

Stardust

The calming wave of compassion

by the shore of reminiscent relics

makes me dwell on the reverie

just by the unlocked door.

I hesitate often, move forward and halt

to take two steps back for one

by the patio outside

with serenade of broken thoughts.

The words get submerged

beneath the frozen depth of my heart

and my calls muted to the world.

you are just beyond the door,

ajar to me but everyone.

You are but buried as deep as me

with nascent beats of agony

reactive to every thought.

Just a crack of opening

yet I can feel your beating heart.

The fragile twig of connection

between our parallel worlds

let's add some more seeds of spring

let it grow sapling to tree.

The twig shall then grow stronger.

And by the time both our worlds end

beyond and past the apocalypse,

our love shall live scattered

like the sparkling stardust.

-srijaprasita

Ruminate

For the smile, I see emanating from your eyes

Is the same reflected on mine
You see but yourself a lost cause
I see but myself a force to dodge
Yet somehow,
Somehow it makes sense
For me to find you amongst the forgotten cause
And for you to halt my overflowing concern.
Somehow the wishes we wished upon the stars
And the sunrise we embraced together
Ended up
Fulfilling the wishes
which I never thought
would connect me to you.
But then I question at times
the rhymes of heart
is it the same for you as it is for me?
But then I question million times
without that one intoxicated night
what would have happened
to the heart of yours
and the heart of mine?

-srijaprasita

Omnipresent

You found me withholding scars
amidst the shaken existence.
With strokes of innocent acceptance
you painted me like an origami.
And I learned to sigh
in the arresting warmth of your embrace.

You found me singing hymns of sorrow
amidst the tempest of trodden dreams.
With strokes of bittersweet cognizance
you filled in the barren pages after pages
of my existence.
And I learned to smile
in the nurturing essence of your presence.

You found me lost in myself
within the abyss of loneliness
And with strokes of unwavering surveillance
you sketched me into your poetries
immortalizing me for centuries
like a perfect piece of the jigsaw puzzle, that's your life.
And I learned to fly
with the flight of dreams that you weaved for me.

Under the tangerine sky you ruffled my feathers.
I fidgeted in panic as you stripped me of logic.
You ushered me into a free fall of emotions.
Yet the throbbing music of your whispers
hummed through me
until I morphed into your silhouette.
And now
betwixt losing you and losing myself
I choose the latter
for I exist in you
and you are omnipresent at least to me.
©srijaprasita