Hidden Curators

Could we make a last call And talk for hours and recall All the moments we decorated with joy And that night where a girl fall for a boy... I know this won't work anymore But what my heart Cries is you I have waited for you soo long Unaware of all expectations that went wrong A last call is all I wish To tell you how were my days When you were with me And to tell you how are my days When you are away I wish to tell you About the barren nights That you garnished with florals And those nights that went Sobbing into the dark rooms which scares me the most I wish to call you back to the world, That we both decorated with joyful moments To the world, where you felt safe from the people And the world, where I was happy.... Since that won't work All my wishes vanished with the last call and the day you told that "This won't go anymore"...... ~Praful Maheshwari

I fly like a leaf In the dusk of barren autumn Detached and unmatched From the greens of valleys And at the hilltop I was falling down Where the air sings me a song And my clashings with words Claps in a way Like strings of guitar strummed Or the air finding it's way out of flute Illuminating out melodious tone And with every beat of drum Dead Heart rejoiced. I was still flying above the ground And Waving my tail, To thrust myself up and To keep myself in illusion That ground is far below And I am on seventh sky Waving through rainbow Hiding in silhouette of clouds. Suddenly, The breeze left me, Alone, above and high. The gravity started kissing the dead me And with its affection I was soon on ground I was weeping in pain While the layers of soil covered my wounds And I was buried and killed by gravity Looking through new palace of earth I wasn't the only whore of gravity There were thousands like me Buried deep and dead With desires to escape ...