False Truths

Angels knew not their sin - I fear
When they carried you
For destroyed was a different soul
With incurable wounds bleeding many a tear

Stormy nights strangely heal
As black magic shirks its sedentary stance
I see you –vaguely, smiling in a trance
And time halts to rare peace

I know it’s the wind
Knocking impatiently on my door
But I believe it’s your charming ghost
And with every tick of clock it walks on the floor

I know it’s the rain
Trickling on the glass door by
But I believe they’re your shiny tears
And with thunder I hear you cry

Moments halt, but time flies
As I weave false truths
You survive, but facts evade
As I live in a world of lies

Simple Things

Warmth of blanket in a cold night
Hot soup with thousand stars in sight
Late night bike ride like a goon
Chilly breeze and half a moon

Rainbow on a shiny day
Fragrance of mud after showers of grey
Cup of tea in heavy rain
Bunch of memories springing from the brain

Shimmering boats in a dark sea
Sound of waves whispering all in glee
Crackling campfire by the beach
Lying on the back with none to preach

First rays in the sky after a long night
Cozy warmth of the sunlight
Snow clad mountains at the dawn
Moment of silence cherishing close ones gone