Only a metre away
“A compliment” Courtesy: Manas Vallabh
I said “Are you a sponsored programme of god?”
“No”, she said and walked away in disapproval,
While I stand, and observe an arrival,
Of an occasion at the cost of a downfall in structured analysis.
A favourable comment may not contribute,
As I iron out a cause to attribute,
A particular season to reason and pay tribute,
To a deserving you and that petalled rose - is there a substitute?
Yet, you do what you do, and a daily expense can’t tell,
Whether guns and glory make for idle talk,
As colours of the fall are one too many, while, increasing numbers cast a spell,
On my youthful presence - a plan I admit you may mock!
A landslide victory for you and is evidently over esteemed candidates,
When a realisation in all of reverence dawns upon me,
That there is no peace found within closing estimates,
On a peripheral existence between taking a breath and taking a test of being free!
Why? I question my worth, as from an elevated fountain,
Water falls to the ground, and for you, so do my thoughts,
That previously emerged from a powered will, and now with a forgiven call in doubts,
I force myself to reject an inability to change a plan supposedly certain.
Funnily, it is all tall claims and none other to play,
With a rapture that can be captured due to a timely stay,
Not at odds with warmth, and a sigh marks the centre of my universe -
“Casa!"- You belong to me and it is evident in all of this verse!
September 24th, 2026
FRESH OFF THE OVEN -
"Discovery" Courtesy: Manas Vallabh
August 17th, 2026 (1918h)
At a station, before rapidly transitioning into a non-customary lift,
While we are immersed in a particularly enhanced phenomenon’s shift,
We find ourselves rolling into each other, devoid of any unrest or excuse,
As we realize we are embarking on an exploration of mutuality!
Of all the combinations, I contemplate a minuscule reference,
That of waiting, irrespective of time passing in every sense,
I believed and still believe in a nature of a rather unusual innocence,
Found only in a way understood by an expression!
A relevant topic emerges regarding being kept in darkness, and we throng,
To keep its clandestine effects hidden, aware they can’t stay that way for too long;
There comes a time to reveal what lies beneath in ways strong –
No humor or jocularity grants you courage to feel as if you belong!
On the contrary, there’s a notable contradiction,
With cowardice leading to silence in a typical contribution,
We are subjected to unknown torments and torrents in attribution,
And these result in an unexpected leisure, a solace found in an individualistic situation.
"Figure of fear and a spark of courage” Courtesy: Manas Vallabh
August 20th, 2026
Incredible is the order within an apparently rundown structure – As doubled dangling feet carried a messy, unannounced figure, and became part of a grotesque decoration of the building.
A tail from the figure's back extended, transforming into a green tapered creeper, with a slightness, floated with its sharply natured stems, utilizing long finger-like, layered, and wayward leaves to intertwine upon the walls, cloaking the idle mirrors and adorning the exterior.
Mirrors on every side of the structure showed indications of nothing; the reflection-less tail of the figure appropriated, rapidly expanding into the emptiness around it. It cut through the mirrors without hesitation. The mirrors soon shattered, falling to the ground. The figure, indeed, mercilessly outgrew the structure, protruding and spreading beyond its boundaries.
In the fragmented pieces of the mirror, the figure loomed larger than life.
But through a power found in nature, the heat outside caused sparks to fly, igniting the elongated dry stems of the structure. This, in turn, caught fire and subjected the figure to perish into ashes.
The ashes of the now non-existent figure hovered in mid-air, presenting a steady image hanging within the structure. In time, the ashes washed away with the rain, while the sunshine heralded the arrival of a new circumstance.
