You came as a wind,

splashing wild hues

in my blankness.

Then you went,

leaving an art half-done.


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When Poetry Arrives

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I found it coming,

In the pitch-black numbness creeping in,
Silencing vague groans inside.
Sweating and fretting,
It stood there,
In the cul-de-sac of muddled thoughts,
For that one final gaze.

Then it fell,
Like the first rain drop,
Into my cavernous cracks,
Coaxing the dried up soul,
Taming my twisted tantrums,
Tying broken love chords,
That echoed bits of panicled past.

Like a smile, unfading,
It sprinkled ceaseless joy,
And let me breathe,
Soothing streaks of poetry.

Now I’m breathing,
Yet again.


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Micro Tale#6

The ring that bears his name,

along with the first ray of sun

knelt down and prayed.


Miles away,on the battlefield,

A bullet missed its target.

~Nila Lenin


A heartfelt prayer never goes in vain. So will her love for him. A long distance relationship goal indeed.

Micro Tale #5

“What would you like, coffee or tea?” He asked her.

“Coffee is not my cup of tea” She replied with a wink.

~Nila Lenin


The long lost poem

I almost wrote,

With a wistful longing,

Too deep for words.

~Nila Lenin


Let me stretch my wings,

before breaking chains

and soaring high 

into the sky of dreams.

Let me fly,

for a golden cage 

is never a stage

for the growing inner sage.

~Nila Lenin


I, an atom,


In your tiring eyes

Bearing the whole charade.

Yet, I hold

A universe so wide

Carefully inside

Hoping that

Someday, you will find

A love-laden void

For you to hide.

~Nila Lenin


Beneath the starry sky,

Here she lies,

The land chained

By spittle of the raging sea.

Like a slave, crestfallen,

For escape is just a dream,

Imprisoned in the impending doom.

A patient wait,

For the day,

Her waist will be grabbed,

And his thirst will be quenched.

The day,

He will take her in,

With a single guzzle,

Without stopping to breathe.

The day,

She will hide in oblivion

And sleep forever.

~Nila Lenin

Micro Tale #4

‘A group of three friends is the best’

Said the tiny void crawling between two of us.


Even the closest of relationships need a little gap small enough for the scent of love to stick within and large enough for the free minds to roam around.
Hence, you, I and the tiny void in between.


A shadow, you were,

Following me everywhere.

You came in the light,

Breaking my lonely fright,

And left in the dark,

Effacing the only mark.

Now, can you see,

A part of me,

More lonely than I used to be ?



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