soul searching

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Searching

for answers

to void questions

venting

pent up feelings

obliviously coiled

Silence sans echo

digs  deeper

into nothingness

Looking beyond

Looking close

I search  

what I cannot find

that I have never lost

Life flickers

like a brief candle

A dilemma

around every corner

glare and flare

I take further on

for a new dawn

I reach the end line

nightclubbing

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Rocking music from the corner,

Played and replayed by the DJ

of ephemeral rock and pop,
in the hall sparklingly lit,
Never stopping shadowy figures,
Robed in myriad attires to suit,
In singles, doubles and multiples,
toiling to sweat their guts out.
Intoxicated by the rollicking time,
restless limbs in ceaseless motion,
treading invariably to no destination,
Practiced pace in pitched laughter,
swinging scene in smoky air;
‘Tis much ado of the couples’ dance
and sure enough the bonkus’ chance.

In short

Flipping through the pages of time

I wandered across my twisted mind

Pondering the pangs of a broken heart

I stumbled on some wrinkled dreams

Can I iron out its crumpled creases?

Can I begin the story all over again?

How do I put my feelings to words?

The clouds are full of wrath and rain

a winged guest

A sparrow came flying

as I idled my hours at home

and rested on my window sill

and warbled a sweet unknown song

Did it mean to tell me something?

or was it just a warble for me?

I couldn’t comprehend the tweet

Albeit it was euphonious to catch

Thanks, little feathered guest

for the melodious chirps

that brightened my momentary being

What best than to live the moment

 

The path I walk

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This path I walk

every day of my life

Familiar winds blow

Fallen leaves rustle

Swerving trees

greet me

Every day as usual

And a rose bloom

The blooming rose

glorifies my life

glitters my path

in bonded familiarity

and curious beauty

I trot this path

ever hence

in happiness 

and contentment

but now, gradually

the rose is wilting

day by day fading

the warmth is vanishing 

and coldness spreading

Mystery overwhelms me

as no hearts speak

and no words I hear

My thoughts dwindle

Will it vanish totally some day?

Fading Whispers

Filling the voids of the empty mind

Avoiding the fleeting realities

Dabbled in some unborn thoughts

Images are but mirages in a desert

Nagging at the passing intricacies

Gone are my feelings with the winds

When emotions vent out from within

Hunting for a magical wand of words

Intoxicates the sweetness of ones being

Searching for smiles in unsure frowns

Partaking the touches of a forsaken heart

Evading the saturated pukes of mockery

Rainbows appear only to disappear

Sweet are the songs of a fading whisper

Just a poem

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Syncing

thoughts

with feelings

aloft

heart aches

and

ebbing dreams

of a fragile heart

Delving

deep within

for reasons

Scouring

far and wide

for

words

My partake

of sunshine

rain and winds,

Summer

Winter

Spring

and even the fall

all familiar

yet distant

close

yet far

I don’t know

what illusive realities

and confused feelings

are all about

only this poem

takes shape

and even poems

are less poetic
at times

soldier story

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All women are my mothers

sisters and daughters

all men, my fathers
brothers and sons

humanity is not my enemy

I am not the Beelzebub

I do not kill the ones I hate
I protect the ones I love

I am just bound in my solemn oath

to get going when going gets tough

I live by sheer chance

I love by choice 
and i kill by profession

for I am a soldier

I will sacrifice my todays

for your tomorrows 

Empty lines

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Some

questions

are sans answers,

Some

answers

have no questions

truth defies everything

how can

one read between the lines

when the lines are empty

exagerated intoxication

Exchanges

of numerous

text messages

of pleadings

and refusals

of dreams

and realities

of hurts

and forgiveness

of forgetting

and moving on

of connections

and disconnections

of kuches

and sungches

of being dead

and living again

of good words

and winning souls

of dissolving

and staying strong

of loving

and missing

of robbing words

and fading figures

are the realities

of the dreams

born in

exaggerated intoxications.

The last song

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I was flying

in the clouds,

adrift

directionless

off track

a lost soul

in the vast eternity

fighting

the sturdy winds

trying to tear  me down

my frail wounded  wings

craving

for a hearth  to perch

I was almost falling

when you came forth

with an open heart

extending  your arms

You took me in

I nested

I rested

I felt warm

you nursed

my wounded wings

suckled me

back to health again

and
I reclaimed myself

I have regained my health now

I can sing my songs anew

I must go now

I must return

to the clouds

on the yonder horizon

to be flying again

high and low

though

the unfriendly clouds

may cast me away

the winds may

tear me down again

yet I must

set forth my flight

For I do not belong here

This is not my place

My place is elsewhere

I hope you understand

whimsicalities

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I sat next to you

in the meadow

in  the winters  sun

basking in your company

was so much fun

occasionally peering

into your mind

reading your thoughts

I analyzed your words

between the lines

for the depth of reasons

of some far fetched

distant dreams

and I get caught

unawares

in the coils of your

whimsicalities

and my head spins

needlessly 

Blowing bubbles

I regaled

running about

in joyful madness

for the pleasure

of blowing bubbles

oblivious

of the acquaintance

crumbling

noiselessly down

the naked  truth

mocks

at my countenance

huh!

mysterious are

the ways of life

that weighs me

by my own sins

tormenting me

with absurdities

and now

shadows creep

of the past

over my heart

gone desolate

ah!

off with my story

I shall pause

my chain of thoughts

and just let

my poetic sentiments

flourish

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Crestfallen

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Rainbows vanished

mighty tides ebbed

You are gone too

without any last words

Thoughts mar my soul

Silence mocks at my visage

Darkness looms

though dusk is yet to fall

I question the reality

as I seek the truth

I doubt my choices

I chase your voices

Am I bamboozled

For my blokeish ways

For the bore that I am

or the idiocy of a dimwit

I vent my thoughts

I squeeze out my words

I barter my emotions

For a piece of poem

Save me my plight

Show up to my  delight

Lest some hard lines flow

As I lay crestfallen

Good night

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Suddenly
you declared
in the midst of our tete a tete
that you needed
to retire for the night
and you bade me
good night

I wished that you stayed
a little longer
that we prolonged
we nattered
and whispered
our  sweet nothings
for some more time
but you have errands to run
and tasks to be done
you had to rise early
I could not ask you to stay
I bid you good night
though
my heart was unwilling

Sleep eludes me now
thoughts keep me awake
the night is still young
and I am all alone
the songs carry on
I stare
dejectedly
into the dark night
darkness engulfs me
un-invitingly
my thoughts wander
my life is paused
have I lost the moment?

Never mind
i comfort myself
I will look ahead
for a better tomorrow
to relive our sweet nothings
I say my prayers
I lie down
close my eyes
my thoughts  still wander
I count the sheep
I toss and turn
and
zzz...

Museless musings

No ponderings off late
Life is quite slow in its gait

No hues I see in the rainbow
Life is sans its aesthetic  glow

No charm I behold  in the heavenly realms
Nor grandeur in the gentle rippling streams

No meanings in the twists of the life’s tale
Nor serenity in the soft blowing gale

No blend of lyrical chords to sing
No flights of fantasy on its wing

No melody in the nightingale’s song
No making out what is right and wrong

No thoughts can I weave into verse
Huh, the burden of these muse less curse

My inner musings are dolefully down
My mood mutated from frolic to frown

Huh, is the poet within  me dead?
Have we our goodbyes aptly said?

Smile cuts

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 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