To those who dwell in these lines…
Burning desires on cremation bed…
Destructing and creating again…
A new story of a life…
I watch flying sparks
with the wings of flying time,
Momentary yet a life eternal…
I stood next to a burning body…
Have you ever heard the sound of fire?
Have you ever felt the warmth of a soul…?
~That day I offered a flower to the fire…
_Ojs.
21.10.21
19.15
© Ojous Bhavsar @speakingsilence9
या अथांग किनाऱ्यावरून
मी खाली डोकावून पाहतो,
हे विचारांचे बुरुज आणि दगड
कोसळत आहेत माझ्यावर…
माझं शरीर त्यांच्या अजस्त्र दडपणाखाली,
मला चीरडतात…
मी पडलोय जमिनीवर,
आणि माझ्या भोवती
साकळतोय हा काळोख,
सिलिंगफॅन सारखेच
विचार गरगरतात…
या विवरात मी कोसळतोय,
खोल खोल विहीर…
या 12:54 च्या चंद्राला
हे पावसाळी ढग झाकोळून टाकतात,
आणि स्तब्ध होतो वारा,
माझ्या विचारांसारखा…
माझ्या श्वासातून आतपर्यंत पोहोचतो,
रात्रीचा हा थंड काळोख…
_ओजस.
०७.०८.२०२०
१२.५४
©Ojous Bhavsar.
(SpeakingSilence®)
Moon is awake
Shedding tears
For the sleeping stars
And all the bygone years…
Unknown people
Unfinished talks
Hidden desires
Caged thoughts…
All lost faces
Old vanished voices
Long driven desires
Tiny little prices…
Unfinished poems
Half written novels
Unconditional love
Best kept secrets…
Endless stories
Fruitless fights
Broken vows
Forgotten promises…
Sprakling stars
In your eyes
Shivering tone
In my voice…
I’m not bothered
For the night is dark
Moon is a poet
Night is the art…
One last journey
Deep dark soul
Another moon
Another night…
_Ojous.
© Ojous Bhavsar.
SpeakingSilence®
My mind is hanging
Like an old lantern
Of whose flame
has set ablazed
a long time ago.Long before we parted
And far before when
your vivid memories cleared
And fell from my dreamy eyes.The soul fumed, burnt, charred
And shattered into pieces in this galactic universe of a thousand suns.Where the demons still dance and purge
And where the thin red line of death & life merge.Just like the Starry night of Vincent,
I’m sitting in the frame of my mind’s Asylum
Gazing for something into nothing. At all.But there is still a light.
Somewhere, there’s still a fire.
And where there is life,
There is a hope.
False no matter how it may be…
_Ojous.
Demons in my head
That silently cry,
Mind trying to escape
Getting trapped and die…
Where every thought
is violent than thee crime,
And every sin
that glistens and shine…
A moon that’s blur
And out of the sky,
A death hanging around
With a little deep sigh…
Waiting for a light
That’d solemnly arise,
And here my name gets
A glorious happy demise…
_Ojous.
As the Sun sets horizon,
And a day turns dark,
Soul cries aloud
On a thorny dried bark.A place where there’s
no mercy for the sin,
No hope, No light,
No plea and not plight.Mind with a hole
with thoughts so deep,
I scribble on paper,
People call it creep.I open eyes
And see a thousand rays,
No moths, No butterflies,
No soil and not skies.I ain’t laying down,
Am not standing either,
A place so cold
I weep and shudder.An empty sky
And a shady moon
Lifeless river
With a tiny little caccoon.Here I am,
Under a dark nasty roof,
Asking myself,
“Alive! Any Proof??”_Ojous.
Clothes are packed
And the Ticket is booked,
I’m waiting for a train
That’s old and crooked.Wearing my cloak
And freeing the shackles,
Looking at the watch
That tick tick tickles.A perfect place
And A perfect time,
All the bygone faces
And here the train begins.Gateway to the heaven
Passes with a shine,
Of a glorious gun
Or a knife like mine.A glass of wine
Or smoke a pipe,
Goodbye to all
Those living sick life.One deep cut
And thoughts will flow,
Dripping on the floor
With a dark red glow.Thoughts will freeze
In a blackish tar,
Smile will remain
As I travel afar.Sun and moons,
together will witness;
The chase of a death
And a body lifeless.A soul that bakes
with coal and fire,
Farewell my friends,
I’m gone forever.Darkness grows.
Captures Everything.
And look above,
The moon is crying…_Ojous.
Desire to hold on to this life,
Yet dispersing into air.Longing for thee closeness,
Yet going afar.Like a tiny boat on water,
Coming close and moving away;On high and low tides,
Swaying & going down.Oh! These winds of desire,
How frequently change the path,Whirling around, savouring the town,
Becoming a storm then becoming the ash.
For some ashes never rise
And some birds never fly,
Some dreams that hide behind the closed doors of mind;Some treasures are never found…
_Ojous.
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