Freckles of Love

Freckles of Love

Another morning came by,
My friends loitering around.
Faked the perfect sleep,
Interrupted by their sound.
Couldn’t dare to nap.
Fear the dreams, I always will.
‘Look in my dreams and you shall find,
Freckles of Love, Still.’
.
Confused at work thereafter,
Mixing up in directions.
I want to tell their laughter,
It is not the brain that malfunctions.
Enraged when they called a shrink,
Got me that depression pill.
‘Look in my brain and you shall find,
Freckles of Love, Still.’
.
My vision’s sometimes distracted,
I look to the ceiling and the walls.
Snapped back by waving hands,
Or sometimes texts or calls.
A diverted attention gets rage,
Cursed in voices so darn shrill.
‘Look in my eyes and you shall find,
Freckles of Love, Still.’
.
A heart within my chest
Pains more with every beat.
How can something hurt so much,
Protected by that thick sheet?
My palm frequently clutches my chest,
Traversing my spine, a chill.
It is not a hole that can end me,
It is worse than what can kill.
Look in my heart, and you shall find
Freckles of love, still.
.
It was weak to start with,
It was always going downhill.
‘My ‘love’ was never mine’,
That’ll be the only phrase in my will.
But even then, if you don’t believe,
If you have blanks to fill…
Just look in my ashes… And you shall find,
Freckles of Love, Still…

Smile and Laughter

Smile and Laughter

My friends stood at the door,
Being the usual hooligans.
Yet, ever innovative,
With new sarcasms and puns.

I laughed and laughed out loud;
A cycle which repeats the same.
Recovered when one of us all
Cracked a joke very lame.

Silence overtook the giggles,
It was though gonna be more fun.
We collected all our nickels;
The day’s adventure had begun.

We rode across the city,
With fancy scenes and a tan.
The all-seeing vigour helped us,
To map the blocks without a plan.

Aimlessness being our passion,
Direction not our trend.
‘There shouldn’t be a destination,
The journey should never end.’
Pulling on each others’ legs,
Being both stupid and wise.
The day had seemingly ended,
But we could barely realise.

Energised to the core,
We throttled back to my place.
Who can actually refute
That the night is the best phase.

We always kept ‘sober’,
In its most literal sense.
Though, no detox could fix us.
Our ‘high’ was immune to cleanse.

Slapsticks from the past
Kept us light all night.
Jumpscares from classic horrors,
Added the much needed fright.

The day ended with the sun,
Saluting the dawn we went to sleep.
Waking up was never a good feeling,
Loneliness prevailed after the leap.

Yes they had already left.
I lay alone on the bed.
It seemed as if the joy was gone;
Very much like I was dead.

Many a year thence.
Scirbbling away with my pen.
Recalling times with the boys,
Who now have become men.

Remembering queries forgotten,
Within the memory hike.
Why are smiles different?
Isn’t the emotion alike?

We could never see it coming.
The end was ought to arrive.
The laughters became eternal,
Made me feel more alive.

I do this every other day-
Going down the memory trace.
Howsoever bad is any day,
A smile always covers my face.

I know now after travelling
Lonely, Sleepless miles-
A day’s worth of laughter,
Can bring a life worth of smiles.