Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Wrath of angry Gods
crashed all lines
untold
all hell broke loose,
ere the eyes winked
the water
thicker than blood
swept through homes
its tentacles
soaring
touched the skies
engulfing buildings
cars, trains, lives
everything
giant fireballs rose
into the face of death
into the face of death
birds fled from their trees
but not humans
devoid of any escape
sought safety on rooftops
waved white scarves in vain
as houses swayed and tumbled
like castles of sand
cars floated on roof tops
ships overturned like toys
into the sea,
never to be seen again
the world watched
the whirlpool of destruction
in horror
helplessly
in horror
helplessly
stunned, shaken
the blows of death
was never more cruel
was never more cruel
never more menacing
huh
the waves have rolled back
lifeless rubble remain
cars and planes strewn
the debris of destruction
only the oblivious silence looms
Grief stricken sights
all around
of
all around
of
broken dreams
shattered lives
fallen tears
of a once beautiful world
crumbled
Friday, March 11, 2011
Unkind cut
like a glass,
all too abruptly,
all so suddenly,
into a thousand pieces,
a woeful predicament!
that never occurred
in my wildest imagination.
I tried putting together
the shattered pieces in place
but all in return,
the fragments cut,
a thousand times,
deeper than any knife,
and my heart bled.
The frozen feelings,
The wilting smile,
The confronting looks,
Those dagger stares
all tells me the tale,
I like to hear the least.
Apologies find difficult
on your lips;
though you played foul.
This forlorn heart,
pampered by your affections,
now bleeds in farce absurdity,
thoughts plunder,
a shaken torment
of your deception.
You meant it or not,
the scar is there to remain,
a parting gift
of an unkind cut.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
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.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Au revoir
and I simply kept watching
I kept standing there
with a bleeding heart
with a bleeding heart
unable to do anything
I did not say anything
For even if I had the say
What would I have said?
When you meant to go
You mean it anyhow
Lend me a smile
If we ever bump into each other again
Somewhere around life’s corner
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Taste of life
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staring at the ocean in front
roaring in all its vastness
the angry clouds tear
its wrath to dismal tidings
I embrace the loneliness
in lurking silence
seeking a healing touch
and a blessing sight
I close my eyes to darkness
my thoughts wander far away
in betraying tears
amidst crashing dreams
and beautifully broken promises
I feel a taste of life
I force another smile
I force another smile
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Bon voyage
Walk the paths I have trodden
I have tested it only for you
Tread on the paths with softened care
Roses and thorns lie strewn everywhere
Fear not to tread on the impaling thorns
Nor be happy to step on the tempting roses
Learn to stride all paths just the same
Indifferent to happiness and sadness
Be not fatigued by the voyage run
Nor be weary of the steps yet ahead
Cherish the life’s race in humble stride
And look back in candid thankfulness
For its just once to run the life’s race
With the choice of two roads to take
Do not falter in the choices you make
You cannot undo the journey done
Grapple the storms mired to stall your way
Stand up to temptations leading you astray
Tread on with the eloquence of a flowing river
for the cherry blossoms of the happy ending sail
The reflections of your emblazoned dreams
shall render me the endless reasons to smile
to grace your footprints in the sands of time
Friday, February 25, 2011
The unsung melody
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Alone again
She came
as promised
she called
as she stood
at the gate
inviting me
into her arms
I showed myself
but
from a distance
She signaled
an invitation
But I couldn’t go
She stood there
perplexed
unable to understand me
and my intentions
for my calling
and the failing
I waved her a bye
and left her
standing still
and now I am
all alone
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Monday, January 17, 2011
The last song
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 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
Friday, January 14, 2011
whimsicalities
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
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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
Friday, December 31, 2010
Dewdrops
The dew drops
on the blades
of wintry grass
are not mere drops of water
Its
the gift of the night
the glory of the dawn
the onset of
yet another day
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