Far faraway flowers flourish
Hither hallucinating hurricanes howls.
There tailored treats are tasted
Here bulging bargained bowels
Take me to the kingdom past cotton clouds
that curiously curtains calming serenity
Let me leech on the love ludicrously
Let me live freely.
©srijaprasita
Dials that turn consistently
and wheels that do not stop
take me to the secluded space
beyond the reach of my comfort.
Where my discomforts are hidden
and dreams are secured,
but within the bars of memories
and under lock and key of discord.
The thoughts like bouncing balls
bounces through the four walls
and the shadows wraps me within
chained with the whispers mundane.
Thoughts of you then out of blue
Lights the hope, though unknown
And then my shadows and me
on our own, we smile as one.
With the tangerine horizon,
poof goes the surreal validation
The smile I had the night afore
then becomes my figment of imagination
like the dreams lost in the mist of morn
for the ones whose eyes are always open.
©srijaprasita
When the sun sinks it's amber in the horizon
and the moon melts in the sky
with it's silvery hue,
I would follow the twinkling stars
winking banters back and forth.
The wood sprite would lead the way
across the stream towards the lake
and under the moonlit canopy
I would search for your reflection
in the serene water surface.
I would make sure no ripples are formed
for I know you thrive in peace
while chaos is my maiden name.
For one day I know we shall unite
at twilight
like day and night.
For one day by this clearing
I would breathe my last air
My words would then dissipate
my sighs merged with thin air
and like the approaching dawn
we would finally be one
as we were always meant to be.
We would be forever known as eclipse
where dark and light co-exists.
©srijaprasita
The dainty fingers that's holding me
Knows nothing beyond the joy I bring.
As the thunder rolls up above the sky
The little heart he has leaps with joy.
And I know I shall embark on a journey
A whole lot of adventure waits for me
For I shall travel along windswept ripples
along with the memories and goofy scribbles.
I know I am made to float and sink
I know like a dream I am meant for an end.
But the smile I bring to the tiny eyes
And the cahoots and laughter that pass me by
Makes me wonder, what if I survived
the pouring rain and the angry tide.
Then I shall travel along the windswept ripples
along with the memories and goofy scribbles.
As I am laid on the murky stream
I can hear my surfaces scream.
The wilting began as soon as I am laid
And I saw the gleam in his eyes fade.
I moved forward with a fight
And I was greeted with claps of delight.
And now I am traveling along windswept ripples
along with the memories and goofy scribbles.
Soon enough, soon enough my senses reeled
Not that far away from the field
And I can feel the struggles inside
But then I see, of me he was tired
He has left with his fellow mates
Hence I am safe to rest to my fate
For I have travelled along windswept ripples
along with his memories and goofy scribbles.
© srijaprasita
He
is the curious amalgam of
spoken words and silences,
congregation of woes and laughter,
the depth not yet conquered
not measured, yet feared.
He
is the solitary lamp on hilltop,
brightening the vast stretch of land in dark
yet his eyes
just stares past his peripherals
seeking the hidden treasures beyond.
He
is the wordsmith of his own kind
churns out gold even without trying
yet he sees not the pull
and marks his void through and through.
He
is the winter of different sort
frozen exterior with a warm heart.
The ice he projects, is jitter not shame
He is a definite anomaly
of his given name.
© srijaprasita
The meaning of the name Shishir is winter in Nepali. This is about a guy I know, someone whom I consider family.
With the swish of my will
I make the zephyr bow.
The rain falls on my command
And cloaks the dreary cold.
I could make you cry on whim
I could make or break your esteem.
Hence do not seek me out my love
I am the storm after the calm.
I know nothing beyond me
I am the king of my own realm.
©srijaprasita
