Sacroelements

Faked smile Pardon me, if you fail to decode, to read between the lines, or lines between the reads, for they encode for a reason. The hollow promise tales sing of members next to kin, ignoring the morning dew probably was the sin. While a part of me wants not to stick to the light, yet another, wants to lose the sight. I don't know how worthy it is, to anneal, yet be by the clock, to die, yet pretend to be alive, to be obsessed, yet never get attached, to be up to chin in the imposters of the void. For every ounce that you invest, bud only to a little cosmos. For somehow, the world is malignant and maybe that's why those emotions osmose. Because there's much more behind that smile, Much more than a just a smile, much more than a faked smile! -Jayishnu Roy

The days paint all the shades of red and blue, still fresh as morning dew, A massive impulse that sheared all dependence or was it the mere idea of slaked independence? The tremor of being in sleeves struck hard howling like a no-moon skyward, Where the subtle difference between a zero and one mattered, The budding grey matter, all shattered. He was but, the part of this very cosmos, Down all for the chaos, Perspective fueled all this electricity, Lifted by the sanctified beats of his audacity. Though stormed not by envy, but the similitude, being gentle was too rude, For wise men knew about the dying light, He would but, stomp away from the future bright. For life isn't destined to catch an ordinary kite, Do not go gentle, into that good night. 

That sight made my day... In the midst of those heavily packed loads of books and stuffs, still managing enough to pull out some moments to manifest "The" most beautiful relation... It was 365days back in time, the smiles perfectly synchronized, even those sobs that pulled those twinkling stars to form a binary-stared Galaxy.... I don't know what annexed those pure forces of gravitation.. The memories of our infinity are still as fresh as morning dew. Touching the shades of white and black, It was probably the best of my cosmos. What drifted a complementary pair of universe? Meteors? Star dust? Or was that inter ionic repulsion. Those beautiful sites of togetherness even after those busy summer days, Those lazy sittings, those long walks.. I could relate... Relate every next moment I secretly gazed. For I can't forget those golden moments to which all perceived us to be "us". Back in time... In same shoes...which now have too worn out to repair...

Was that a tinge of love or just a yield of patience, or maybe luck by chance, had I done something good or am simply overpaid? Today she didn’t spoke a single fire but warm water, as soothing as evening shower. I didn’t know how to respond, how to deal with that pity shit, but something known could be spotted on her eyes. Will that lead to something or will that get to the same dingy cell from where it originated? You probably can’t get back to square one, probably those roses will still have the forks pinching you, or maybe someday I’ll be able to design a forkless rose. The choice of the pathway is left to me, unresolved and untraveled.Yes, sooner or later I’ll conquer that very road. 18 o ct 2016 Jayishnu Roy (Sacroelements)

Dear Pa, "Thank you Pa, For standing by me when I was hit, Healing me again, bit by bit, For forgiving me a thousand times, For I later realized my crimes. To let the breeze blow in my backyard, To pull my head away from reck, For all hustle bustle and fights, Forcing me to try rights. To linger around me in that open sea, To trust me when all about were doubting me, I thank you to accept my every bit, A little kid unknowing where to fit. Because a part of my soul lies with you, And in my bagpack I can spot ur part too, But don't worry, I would take the best care of it, As I did since my birth."  -  Jayishnu