#imperialjune

#imperialjune

crisis management 

cutting your own hair

heirlooms

burning bridges

ghosts

hollow points

shallow waters

ruins

Held in ribbons of promises

A taste that she longs every morning,

Trying to gaze as far as she can

Into the stretches of time

That this waiting encapsulates solemnly,

She's held by uncertain hands

Yet finds a way to wade through

The visions of uncertainty,

Her heart swelling with glorious aftermath

Even when she's standing

On a standstill,

Days may get shorter and nights longer outside

Yet she never stops thinking

Of that bout of affection

Amidst sunny grasses

In her yellow sundress

Night has had enough,

Words of day piercing him like needles ,

Fed up with his constant show-off,

Decided to teach him a lesson,

Handing over the baton at dawn, he said,

This dawn wouldn't end in dusk,

Day ignorant, stinking of pride,

Took out his best sundress,

Decided to go to the beach for a ride,

Tanning himself in the sun,

Taking a sip of his lemonade,

He started bragging about his might,

Taking credit for life and plant-growth,

He didn't even bother to mention the role of night,

Even a dragonfly couldn't hover at a place for eternity,

Plants absolutely need sunlight for the food,

But they also need to sleep to be revitalized with energy,

Sitting at the beach, arrogant Day forgot,

Oceans wait for the moonbeam to arrive,

That's when they prepare to turn the tides,

Night's refusal, whole world started crumbling,

Just in a matter of day, pride of Day shattered,

His glib tongue came to the fore,

While convincing night to come,

Like a savant, Night glowing in his humility,

Asked a cute ransom for his return,

Day had to agree anyway,

Coz the consequence mutual destruction,

He asked Day to get rid of his toxic culture of extravagant boasting,

After all they were nemesis of each other in the truest sense,

#imperialjune

Sundress

Moonbeam

Dusk

Ransom

Plant-growth

Nemesis

Dragonfly

Culture

Lemonade

Sit within him,

Their unfathomable depths

Are like a sad stretch of oceans

That do not know a beginning or an end,

Where anything can disappear

Within a moment's time,

And you keep fighting for it

In the huge waves of turmoil,

He feels like a random shape of cloud

Floating so far from himself

Trying to make sense

Of the universe around,

A moonbeam he admires and desires

To strike him at the centre where

Something unnatural abounds,

So he feel like a part of this world

Not something unknown

A part of of your personality

To make me recognise you

Without blinking for familiarity.

I search for a thread of intimacy

That'd lead me to remember

A connection lost prematurely,

Yet right from the way

You flick your eyes,

Surprise me with

A new exotic flavour

Of your voice,

Talk in a way that makes

All your memories recede

From my mind,

Leaves me on crossroads

And I long to run backwards

That defies gravity.

No logic or rationale

Hurled upon her insolently

Can stop her from feeling giddy.

Her picturesque delight

Is cultivated within her evenly.

Her luscious persona

Captivates the memory

She remains a compelling combination

Of tenderness and intensity