blithe life

Smiles

Sweet

and serene

enraptures

blithe life

in blissful

solitude

resounds

symphony

to the heart

in silence of

puckered emotions

Flame at the wick

Let disputes die

Disasters perish

Coldness calm down

May luck transcend

Good vibes follow

and joyful aura

For every streak

A flaming spark

Lighten the trails

May dreams see

darkness subdued

and radiance gleam

And all through

May the flame at the wick

flare and flourish

unwavered

unknown

the silhouette
knows not
the clouds floating
near
and yet afar
and I
a bystander
look on
 

Geriatric

Gout torment  the geriatric

leaning on his walking stick

strained by a tottering pace

his back bent with years spent

the grey locks has its tales to tell

and the wrinkles on the brow

his shadow is a mere specter

of the frail frame he wears

bereft with the failing senses

he dodders on in senility

reminiscent of his salad days

beckoning from the yesteryear

He treads on his final leg

down the life’s last lane

cold hands

never to fall apart

for aeons to hold your hands

and  now your hands are cold

Nonstop

Busy!
We are 

hard at work

for ever and evermore

The hands of time never stop

The wheels of life must run

on and on

at all times

in perpetuity

from dawn to dusk

from cradle to grave

pursuing verities

of sweet nothings

A paradox

of life wedged

in the coils of realities

We scurry on

till we exist no more

Poetic parturition

In the familiar urges of the mind
the musings of my heart tweaks
from the slumberous thoughts
that often evade the pensive vent
shapes the melody of the words
woven in eloquence of expressions
of rustling leaves and chirping birds
the unsung melody of wind chimes
the unchained beauty of rainbows
the crush for the charming face
the pains of the broken dreams
the joyous moments of happiness
and the saddened verities of life
vents out for a poetic parturition

Sans poetic Sense

My  blog has gone  awry

All this while

sans the well timed posts

nonsensical though

yet endearing

to the poet

But I am not dead

i am still alive 

and somehow kicking

Poorer in thoughts

I am now bereft of the muse

So strange for a poet

words fail me

as  life tweaks

unusually

I strive hard

I strive against

and yet

can't maintain

the deft balance

I fear 

If I should

ever loose

my poetic sense

trust

you rebuke

that
i don’t trust you

i am sorry
i can not
for 

i don’t trust myself

place perfect

I know a place

so quiet

with no one around

where I can sit

all alone

at full ease

in total  privacy

solitude aplenty

and vent

my pent up strains

so naturally

so freely

there is no place 

better than a toilet

absorbe dans mes reflexions*

image credit: self

vastly useless
i am lodged in idleness
in chambre exquisite
at Le Meredien

TV plays on
as hours tick by
endlessly
nonstop
boredom upsets
i yield to loneliness

solitude beckons
curiosities tickle
thoughts dwindle
with the waves
rising and falling
stimulating
my poetic nerves

i sit down
to collect my thoughts
i wish you were here as well

* collecting my thoughts

Le Meredien

image credit: self

Horizon vast
sky overcast
heaven pours
cats and dogs
ocean is roaring
tides rising
waves explode
ashore
breeze whispers
warning
palms tremble
frightened
fishermen return
tourists run indoors
in bitter memories
i observe it all
at Le meridian

Sailing in your thoughts

I catch the songs

those merry tunes

in wondrous joy

I behold her

in svelte grace

So far way

in shut eyes

I adore

the moment

blissfully heaven

my musings rush

unstopped

I fly

past

iridescent heights

and velvet skies

Surpassing

Dejavu

all through

I sail on

in your thoughts

comeback

image source: self

You say

You want to comeback

that I take you in

Hmm…

will you feel at home?

my heart is pretty much

in a bad shape

since the day you left

despite my wailings

You know it well

It is not as it used to be

It never were

things haven’t been

in  a good shape

Will things ever be?

Oddities

up in the firmament

the lone moon is dancing

the myriad stars

twinkle in glory

clouds are escaping fast
over the horizon

the clear blue sky

is stretched

far and wide

winds rustle

trees sway

time ticks

as I stare

into darkness

into oblivion

scorched by regrets

tumbling in absurdities

at my own oddities

Hating tears helplessly

I hate tears

but what can I do

I can’t stop them

I can only let it flow

incessantly

through the voids

of my desolate heart

Water my agony

till it dries up

my parched world

silence

I tarried in the nook

waiting to hear you speak

but you will not

No words shall come

out your tight lips

You are mute

only silence bellows

triumphantly

so unbreakable

no frail attempts

Never mind

the silence

I shall seek solace

in the whispers

of unspoken words

unfathomed

to depths unknown

I shall savour

the trivialities of life

in silence

albeit

sans solace

Yet again

You are gone

yet again

vanished

like the rainbow

on the yonder horizon

leaving me

utterly nonplussed

It’s hard to sync

life with days

when pushed back

to abandonment

and loneliness

yet again

Thoughts explodes

out of control

as life desists

in paused moments

and frozen times

Loneliness bites

splashing

bitter sensations

from  your  going

and its hard

yet again

as always

as ever

in fact harder

this time

I  am left staring

expectantly

for your return

though I know

you have just left

pamparamentally

A naughty smile

A hasty question

truant ways

pamparamentally

Amidst

growing concerns

my son grows

Let not the laughter fade

and playfulness die

I am not alone

I have you my son