Friday, November 19, 2010

In poetic mood again
I have bid the summer goodbye.
Winter is now whispering in sight.
I wish the winter to retire soon,
Its parting shall herald the harbinger
of a joyous union and togetherness,
for which I have the longing.

This quest must cruise to a halt.
I am getting tired,
traversing the sands of time
with a steady gait of life,
along the  slippery path,
a tribute of turmoil
of a distant onward march
of physical hardship and toil,
that often my aging bones fail,
yet I do not yield to failure.
With hopes within I struggle.
I expect the unexpected.
In the worst, I find my strength.
I advance,
with you in my heart.

I am fighting the nightmare of loneliness.
I am drowning in a sea of thoughts,
of sweet memories of togetherness.
and the reservations
of the trivial misgivings,
rises in pensive verse.
I am in my poetic mood again
and I see you in my poem.

Amidst all the complexities;
I have realized the reality.
Life is indeed a bittersweet journey.
and I often sing the blues,
but my anxieties remain,
to see life's youthful hue.
The silver lining in every cloud.
that time would run its course,
that one day I would have lived all days,
through thick and thin,
It would be the day then,
the day I would have waited for,
the day you would have waited too.
A day of homecoming
to be with you.

Till then,
with pensive thoughts to cherish,
 in poetic moods I remain.
A stranger amongst the strangers
in a place stranger than ever.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Smile cuts
 The twists and the turns
of the soft tender lips,
glossed in subtle shades of pink,
in  gentle mesmerizing curves,
shaped to a sheepish  grin,
in glorified feminine hues
is so bewitchingly cast;
The seraphic dimples swaying
the charming cherubic cheek;
and the ruby eyes shying away,
at my agape bewildered  gaze;
makes my heart flutter.
Ah! My heart thumps,
in an unusual enchanted bliss.
I am spellbound,
unable to comprehend,
the depth of your smile.
for I cannot interpret
the language of the lips.
Oh heavens!
Do not smile please,
It's cutting my delicate heart

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Midterm mood

The midterm mood has started to set in
I am beginning to see life in things again
Days, I had kept a count on my fingers tips,
Nights, I have been dreaming of my ever sweet home.
The countdown finally brings solace to my heart
The steps taken till here, I shall for once retrace
To see within a fortnight my sweet home again.
The shackles of the training shall be removed then,
albeit only for a month.
No early risings then, no classes of physical toils to make
No duplex transactions amongst friends to give and take;
No rush over the choice of boiled eggs to make;
No good and bad moods of friends to see.
I shall get to live the life I like to live,
a month in recess, I shall drink it to the lees.
My failing body will get some rest at last,
The frustration and the cynicism shall soon fade fast,
Though my down sized belly might its size regain
Though the stamina regained might be lost again
and back to the square I might have to bargain
Yet I shall still remain a happier man,
For home shall always a home remain.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Wind chime
The wind chimes tinkled
moved by the gentle breeze
ringing out musical notes
in orchestration
sweet songs in the air
profound, pleasing and gentle
soothing to this ears

The wind chimes bleat
the sweetness of memories
humbled hopes of happiness
new dimensions in dreams
prosperity in thoughts
my being enhanced
even my shadows glare

but the breeze blows past
moves the chimes to a halt
songs end, music dies down
melody fades into darkness
happiness to oblivion
only the memories remain
ah! will it die down too?

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Forsaken fool

As I was trailing
down the life’s lane
I caught up
this lass
also making the journey
and we trailed along

The journey
turned interesting
my heart sang
my steps much lighter
this time
I was afloat
and I realized it was
her company
that was making
my walking

I thanked my stars
for the company
and wished
she was just as happy
making the journey
with me
and as I trailed along
down my life’s
unwinding journey
in her company
I asked her
for her friendship as well

Did I ask for anything more?
Did she mean it anything less?
Ah, some questions need no answers
We have parted our ways
and I am carrying on
all alone
a forsaken fool

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Kudi Punjab Di

The bugle tolled the end of a yet another day
and hostel bound as I was winding up my way,
lost in dismal thoughts long gone astray
My tired eyes did not fail to see
A soni kudi Punjab di* when crossed by me
With a friend and engaged in a talk,
Perhaps she was out for an evening walk.
So much grandeur and beauty even in her stalk
Joy and laughter, much had her youthful face to show
While not a tint of sorrow could be seen on her brow
Oh! how much I yearned to walk up to her
and introduce myself and start a friendship dear
But alas, the courage within me could not be found
As my cowardice simply kept me bound
While she not caring even to throw a look around
carried on unawares with her usual round.
The passing opportunity I could not catch
But  I have her face to remember and the smile to match
I watched and watched and still watched some more
Long after my sight could catch her no more.
* Beautiful girl of Pujab

Friday, November 5, 2010

The crossed path
Here I am in a distant faraway place.
a vagabond by nature and without a saving grace
and this girl i meet gives me a hidden glance,
and I am left to understand this sheer chance.

Her grandpa tells me that she is married,
so said her mother and her sisters too,
but she insists on that she was never married,
and I do not understand what is actually true.

I feel her white haired grandpa will never lie,
her mother and sisters too will not lie by and by.
Then why is it that she fervently lies,
oh, it's hard to understand those silent sighs.

I wonder if she is just joking with me.
or that she is simply mocking at me.
Is it that she is just flirting with me.
or is it that she is indirectly wooing me.

Her youthful face to me seems somehow cute,
and her speech when she talks is almost mute.
Her shying away smile is worth its plight,
for it has disturbed this heart's peace of delight.

My friends are taking chances to woo her,
and I too can't help stealing certain glances at her.
While it's true that opposite poles attract each other:
I only wish that my delicate heart would not falter.

I asked her that if she would go with me,
Her reply was affirmative with utmost glee,
I wish she would know that she is so young,
and that to someone else, I already belong.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Friendship under facade

Two individuals
wearing different facades,
of veiled identities
stumbled upon each other
one day,
along life’s winding journey
through the sands of time
and  started a friendship
over a brief acquaintance,
in charmed  anonymity.

Unknown each to the other
Total strangers were they,
Known only by the guise,
They sailed along.
Never to be thawed by reasons
Nor be vexed by seasons,
Their friendship soared
in amiable curiosity
and pleasant serenity,
Their persona sacrificed
for friendship under the façade.

Treasuring sweetness beneath the veils,
They cherished knowing the unknown,
They despised removing their veils
for should the veil be removed
The façade would disappear
into the bitter woes of reality
and reality can be hurtful at times.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Life is a memory

Life is all memory
set amidst
the complexities
of time
for the brief moment
at hand
and that too
escaping into the past
in gradual leaps,
to be
memories of tomorrow.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Monsoon musing

   The beats of downpour
with rhythm of the winds
tuned to rustling leaves
and swollen roaring rivers
amidst thunder and lightening
and the majestic hues of a rainbow
echoes to the clouds
eternal songs of harmony
of nature in abundance
and of melodies
that remains