Wednesday 22 September 2021

Defeat

 I sign off the battle

I give up the fight

I pull down the curtains

And put off the lights


It's raining in background

The world is asleep

The graves of the soldiers

Have no one to weep


It's silent, it's eerie

As dark as the death

The smell of destruction

Has shadowed the faith


I sign off the battle

And gather my things

The fragments of hope

And the pieces of wings


I gather the portions 

Of shattered desire

I gather the sparks

That had started the fire


I gather the sufferings

I gather the loss

And splinters of pain

That were nailed to the cross


I gather what's holy

I gather what's cursed

And exit the stage

As planned, as rehearsed


The people are dead

And there's no one to weep

I pull down the curtains

And go back to sleep


Aditee


Tuesday 2 February 2021

You're the only fire I want to burn in

 It's not easy, it's not real.. 

Won't depend on how you feel


It's not final. Not as deep

as the promise that we tried to keep


I could almost feel your pain

As you let go off my hand again


I could almost taste your lips

From your marks on my fingertips


I could almost live that night

When we set our dreams alight


I could almost hear you say

these feelings don't just go away


It's not easy, we were close

Lips to lips and nose to nose


It's not easy, we're apart

So far, yet so close to heart.. 


You're a sword, is what you say

Hurting things that come your way


I am a sailor out of sight

You are the shore I hit at night


And I let my blind desire

Draw us close like a moth to fire


Feel your curves, explore your skin

You're the only fire I want to burn in


Aditee

Do you see me standing here?



The world goes passing by in haste

As I wait for my mind to clear

I feel your hazel eyes on me

Do you see me standing here? 


We met when night was almost young

I let you hear me loud and clear

As you handled my tender strings

Do you see me standing here? 


I let your lips explore my wounds

Against all odds, I let you near

And now that I am raw, undressed

Do you see me standing here? 


I always loved to live with you

To love you was my only fear

And now that we are miles apart

Do you see me standing here? 


You tried to save our sinking ship

I waited for the coast to clear

I'm still ashore and you're adrift

Do you see me standing here? 


It's dark despite the moonlit sky

It's dark as if the end is near

I feel your hazel eyes on me

Do you see me standing here? 



Thursday 25 June 2020

Death


Pale dusk
Mournigs and wailings playing in the distance
Like a sad symphony
As the pyre lights up..
Dark fumes of death rise
Taking the deceased
Closer to the canvas of saffron hue
World is better up there, they say
..having born and faded a thousand times
They know how it is like
To be a mortal
How it is like
To die..
Beyond the deafening wails and mourns
The dying daylight sings the beauty of death..
Let death not be the darkest dream
Let it just be the end of a fairytale
That says "happily ever after"
With a promise of being born again
To a famous poet
As his fine poem,
elegant and immortal..

© Aditee Joshi

Friday 3 January 2020

It's only love


If a firefly flickers in the darkest corner of night
If clouds write a song, and weary raindrops sing
In the shades of sorrow, if the luster sets in,
It's only love, that got in the way of everything..

If raindrops kiss the arid land for the first time
And the frozen winter embraces the happy spring
In the empty glass of wine, if a teardrop falls
It's only love, that got in the way of everything..

My heart was emptier than a thousand black holes
You enter, and the bouts of feelings set in
The vaccums fill with dregs of light and faith
It's only love, that got in the way of everything..

Aditee

Thursday 2 January 2020

Philosopher's stone


It's midnight
I lean at my broken window
Watching the dark winds sweep the dust off
the dark roads
I wait for him to appear..
The crazy stone picker
Who circles around the town
Picking the stones, and throwing them away
An old crazy loner
What does he pick the stones for,
If he has to throw them
back to the streets?
"That's where they belong"
he says, when asked.
"Ordinary stones belong to the street"
He has deep blue eyes
Prominent amidst dense hair and beard
Deeper than the blues of the evening sky..
Deeper than the blues of a broken heart
Sad, but hopeful
"I am looking for a magic stone", he says..
I laugh at him
This ain't a fairy tale
There's no such thing as magic
" Philosopher's stone!
the one that turns iron to gold
A decade ago, I sneaked this iron rod off my father's attic"
He points at the rod in his hand
"..and began the hunt for the special stone
I test the stones on the rod
One day, I will find the stone
That'd turn this rod to gold
I will cherish it for lifetime"
He grins ear to ear
And gets back to his hunt
Oblivious to the fact
that the rod in his hand
Is already gold..!

Aditee

Sunday 18 August 2019

Drizzle


My pain drizzles like evening rain
Weary drops kiss ground and fade,
and bring along a lingering scent
of lost behinds, and vague aheads..

My pain drizzles, as I miss you
Your words, your laughter, your first touch
My frailing hopes, your robust faith
.. the stronger arms, and eager clutch

I close my eyes, and you stop by
Your eyes reflect the shades of sky
You hold me, and I melt in pain,
That pain drizzles like evening rain..

Aditee