Walking silently in the rains...
So that that thunder camouflages the sound
Of my heart breaking...
The world around me, unconscious
Of my grief and my longing...
The cold breeze that I walk against
Mourning the mock of fate
The insensitive sounds around me
Of glee that I know not of late...
However, with frantic helplessness I try
As I search for a reason to cry.
With the feeling of gloom sinking into me
Farther than the rain soaking into me
Raindrops dripping from my eyelids
Taking on the guise of tears
The realization gripping me
More firmly than the wetness
The metamorphosis into reality, of my fears
There's so much to feel around me
Yet my senses sense only vacuum
Realizing I am alive, I assume
It'd perhaps be easier to die
Than to search for a reason to cry.
As I move on with my soggy steps
Leaving behind muddy footprints
That would dissolve into the ground soon
Or be smudged by the rain
I am walking away from my love
My most beautiful memory,
My strength to smile,
My reason to live
Rationality brings back to my senses
The reason as to why
I search for a reason to cry...
Monday, December 3, 2007
My Unanswered Prayer
I kneel folding my hands into a prayer
But its not the temple nor the church
Not before the one whom people call God
I kneel before you...I pray to you
I pray life gives me a moment
Just one...
One moment as long as a zillion lifetimes
One moment when you look at me
And I see only myself in your eyes
One moment when you speak to me
And I hear only my name in your voice
The one moment when you smile
And I feel all the pain abating
The one moment when you hold my hand
And I feel you touching my soul
The one moment when you come close to me
And I smell only my breath through you...
I pray that moment comes once in my life
I pray it never ends...
I pray...and you stand...
You turn and walk away
But my prayer is not unanswered
Because I never put my prayer into words
Never imparted a voice to my prayer
You turned away on my silence
I don't know how you would've answered my prayer
All the same, I pray...
Whether you will be mine or not
May not be in my hands
But loving you is...
And I pray that I love you all through my life
I pray that I die loving you
And I pray that I love you in my next life
And the one after that too...!
I pray...for all eternity,
I kneel here praying that I love you!
But its not the temple nor the church
Not before the one whom people call God
I kneel before you...I pray to you
I pray life gives me a moment
Just one...
One moment as long as a zillion lifetimes
One moment when you look at me
And I see only myself in your eyes
One moment when you speak to me
And I hear only my name in your voice
The one moment when you smile
And I feel all the pain abating
The one moment when you hold my hand
And I feel you touching my soul
The one moment when you come close to me
And I smell only my breath through you...
I pray that moment comes once in my life
I pray it never ends...
I pray...and you stand...
You turn and walk away
But my prayer is not unanswered
Because I never put my prayer into words
Never imparted a voice to my prayer
You turned away on my silence
I don't know how you would've answered my prayer
All the same, I pray...
Whether you will be mine or not
May not be in my hands
But loving you is...
And I pray that I love you all through my life
I pray that I die loving you
And I pray that I love you in my next life
And the one after that too...!
I pray...for all eternity,
I kneel here praying that I love you!
Wait
An eternal thirst stretching over aeons
A timeless moment of longing
A spark of hope, A pang of despair
A gleam of light without a trace of its source
A cry of anguish...
No....maybe a call for someone
A call, vibrating straight from the heart
Without any expectations for a response
A dream....unreal, unfulfilled
An emotion....ineffable, misunderstood
A canvas tainted with irrational feelings
A painting beyond the depth of imagination
A night confronting its solitude
A drizzle pounding the earth
A pair of eyes set on the path of life
An insignificant soul out in the rain
With nobody to hold on to
With nobody to let go of
Except a wait...
The wait for true love
The unending wait for a feeling...
A feeling as pure to be reciprocated
The wait for a dawn
For the dark night to give way
To the morning to take over
A wait to hear that the wait is over!
A timeless moment of longing
A spark of hope, A pang of despair
A gleam of light without a trace of its source
A cry of anguish...
No....maybe a call for someone
A call, vibrating straight from the heart
Without any expectations for a response
A dream....unreal, unfulfilled
An emotion....ineffable, misunderstood
A canvas tainted with irrational feelings
A painting beyond the depth of imagination
A night confronting its solitude
A drizzle pounding the earth
A pair of eyes set on the path of life
An insignificant soul out in the rain
With nobody to hold on to
With nobody to let go of
Except a wait...
The wait for true love
The unending wait for a feeling...
A feeling as pure to be reciprocated
The wait for a dawn
For the dark night to give way
To the morning to take over
A wait to hear that the wait is over!
The Meera
They always called Him "Radha-Madhav"
She was not just a part of Him
She became a part of His identity
They sang songs of Radha's love
To the notes of His flute
Which played the music of Meera's soul,
Yet no one even spoke of her
In the same breath as His name
They say the Radha-Madhav phenomenon
Portrays the true union of souls
Even though it never saw mortal union
But what of the soul that sought Him
Through all eternity,
Singing songs of His divine love
A love that was never hers
Yet the resonance of which kept her living...
A princess who turned a sage
In the infinite search of her love
Rather love itself!
No Vaishnava hymns chanted her love
No scriptures scribed the meanings of her search
No fable nor myth, spoke of her songs
The songs that never even echoed in her beloved's ears
Radha-Madhav is a tale of love
And union beyond the physical world
"Meera" is an echo of love
More divine than the Krishna himself
Unheard, Insignificant, Forgotten...
Yet alive...
In the very soul of He who symbolizes love
Breathing even today in the air
That rushes out of His flute...
The Meera that no one spoke of...!
She was not just a part of Him
She became a part of His identity
They sang songs of Radha's love
To the notes of His flute
Which played the music of Meera's soul,
Yet no one even spoke of her
In the same breath as His name
They say the Radha-Madhav phenomenon
Portrays the true union of souls
Even though it never saw mortal union
But what of the soul that sought Him
Through all eternity,
Singing songs of His divine love
A love that was never hers
Yet the resonance of which kept her living...
A princess who turned a sage
In the infinite search of her love
Rather love itself!
No Vaishnava hymns chanted her love
No scriptures scribed the meanings of her search
No fable nor myth, spoke of her songs
The songs that never even echoed in her beloved's ears
Radha-Madhav is a tale of love
And union beyond the physical world
"Meera" is an echo of love
More divine than the Krishna himself
Unheard, Insignificant, Forgotten...
Yet alive...
In the very soul of He who symbolizes love
Breathing even today in the air
That rushes out of His flute...
The Meera that no one spoke of...!
Lovelorn Nights
The night poignant with silence
And the drifting clouds
Sparing occassional glimpses of the moon
Just as Life, sparing occassional glimpses of innocense
Amidst drifting dark clouds of Reality
Coming rarely in a rare night of dreams
When the breeze strokes
The windchimes into a song of love
And fills the ambience
with romantic melody
Urging the pensieve quill
Dipped in the ink of emotions
To lyric the poetry of longing
A gulf of compulsions
With a broken bridge of time
Separating two hearts
No....two parts...
Of souls that united to become one heart
The only messenger- the moon
Carrying assurance from one end
And tear-concealed smile from another
Seems to travel...
In the illusion of the drifting clouds...
The illusions of lovelorn nights!
And the drifting clouds
Sparing occassional glimpses of the moon
Just as Life, sparing occassional glimpses of innocense
Amidst drifting dark clouds of Reality
Coming rarely in a rare night of dreams
When the breeze strokes
The windchimes into a song of love
And fills the ambience
with romantic melody
Urging the pensieve quill
Dipped in the ink of emotions
To lyric the poetry of longing
A gulf of compulsions
With a broken bridge of time
Separating two hearts
No....two parts...
Of souls that united to become one heart
The only messenger- the moon
Carrying assurance from one end
And tear-concealed smile from another
Seems to travel...
In the illusion of the drifting clouds...
The illusions of lovelorn nights!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
The End of an Era.....a Life!
on 21st july, at 8:30 am as I was walkin down to Bookmark on mah way to college, der was dis mixed feeling of excitement, joy n at d same time, a fear! And when I was walkin out wid hardback 604page thick harry potter and the deathly hallows, at d same time i felt an urge to sit down on a roadside bench n start readin n also a fear not to open d book....i didnt want to read it to d end! I decided do open it at college....
sittin at d college chaupal, der were girls shoutin "dis person died","dis happened"...blah blah.....i avoided der spoilers n moved to a secluded corner to peacefully sit down n open mah most awaited read! granny had given me d money to buy it,as token of congrats on mah whoppin 12th results! i deserved it.....n i opened mah reward with one o' d rare smiles dat crossed mah face since i stepped into delhi....away from home! i read thru....sumtimes goin bak n rereadin a few pages at a time....i felt as if i just dnt wanna go ahead...evry passin page was like a step closer to d end....i wanted harry's ordeal to end no doubt! but i didnt want to end d whole feeling.....bcoz i knew d closing sentence wont indicate harry's return to hogwarts next yr n d smokin hogwarts express speedin off platform 9 n 3 quarters!! now anoder tale from a silly pottermaniac eh? no its not..... it's one feeling that probably many ppl o' mah age can relate to! or even if m d only one....i hav gud reason 4 it!
i remember at d age o' 11 wen one o' mah cousins gifted me mah first harry potter(n d philosopher's stone), as i sat on mah desk readin it....absorbin evry line of it.....i just read it for fun! i felt it was a gr8 read n all but nothin beyond dat....n i took 3 days to finish d book. d next day at school, as i sat wid mah best frnd chattin, she was narratin me our first meetin n how we became best o' frnds.... it was a journey to school on d bus...we talked n became frnds....i felt a small familiarity wid wat i'd read a day b4! i dismissed it as a lame thot....den as days went by i discovered more links.... a trio dat we had,me,neha n sonam.... sonam d fun-lovin one, neha d studious topper of class n i, average yet appreciated by evry1.....an average n ordinary girl at heart whom sumhow ppl used to find worth appreciatin n extraordinary sortof....popular n sum1 who valued frnds above evrythin.....i still cud relate to d book i read days bak!
next yr,wen i was 12, i got chamber of secrets in d school library....i read on....yes d yr wen i discovered dat mah school was 120+ yrs ol'....wid four houses named after four founders.... mr.bamfield, mr.biggs, mr.roberts n mr.young! n yeah worth addin dat i was in bamfield house n mah house colour was red! mah school was a pre-independence time ol' building wid lots to discover which attracted adventerous kids like me! cudnt be just a co-incidence...
i started to read each book at d apt yr....n sumhow inspite o' d irregularities in publication, i've always read each bk at d apt age! n evry event in harry's school lyf....replayed in mine.....as if jkr sat wid d quill of destiny to shape mine!! i still remember d day wen i read bk 5 just b4 our school re-openin day....i was shocked to find dat harry was not a prefect but his best buddies were! i had more shock to face.... Dat yr i saw mah best buddies.....neha n sonam bcum school prefects n i, who'd dreamed of it since 6th std, stood der like harry.....baffled!! i resigned mah superstition to a faith.....as if i was destined to read d bk....n in a way i developed a sort o' attatchment towards d hp series dat i neva had 4 ne oder bk!
anoder incident....i remember was ron n harry's fight in bk 4! i remember i n neha had a grave fight d same yr....ultimately a patch up dat made d frndship stronger!
n in d sixth book wen dumby died....dat yr our princi who had always supported me, retired! den der was a teacher, a maths teacher we all called severus snape....we loathed him n 4 sum mysterious reason(though anoder reason cud b mah pathetic marks in maths...even harry wasnt gud at potions...lolz) reciprocated mah feelings!! n later towards d end o' mah school lyf i discovered wen i was in a serious trouble dis man saved me from evrythin...! n it wasnt a surprise wen after a few o' dis incident i read bk7 n found out bout snape!
i encountered a time in mah school lyf wen evry1 was against me! no one believed me....initially not even mah frnds but den dey stood by me.....probably as ron n hernione did 4 harry! i witnessed all dat harry did.....sum parts o' it practically n sum emotionally....i'd read each bk n i knew wat was waitin 4 me in d yr ahead....n now wen i was 17 n i read thru deathly hallows, i knew d ultimate triumph..i had it.....(4 sum personal reasons i cant mention d details o' d incident)!
when ultimately i ended deathly hallows....i wasnt cryin, but it was a heavy feeling!...sittin cut-off from d whole world 4 d past 24hrs i knew dat nxt yr i'd not knw wat wud happen to me.....I pondered over it 4 long.....how can harry's lyf just end?how can all dis end? n if it does....if it has in fact,.....den will mah lyf cum to a standstill too? d answer was sumwhere within me....NO!!! yes, it is not just d end o' harry potter books....it is d end of an era...for dose who grew up wid d books; for dose who lived thru d books(like me), it is but not d end of life.....b coz i still sumhow feel....dat in case i get into a law skool next yr....dose 5 yrs will be a rewind of mah unkown, incomprehensible n unexplainable link/connection wid d fiction called "THE MAGICAL WORLD OF HARRY POTTER!"....
now, i dunno whether u do or not, after readin dis..... but after understandin dis i DO believe dat truth indeed is stranger dan fiction!!
sittin at d college chaupal, der were girls shoutin "dis person died","dis happened"...blah blah.....i avoided der spoilers n moved to a secluded corner to peacefully sit down n open mah most awaited read! granny had given me d money to buy it,as token of congrats on mah whoppin 12th results! i deserved it.....n i opened mah reward with one o' d rare smiles dat crossed mah face since i stepped into delhi....away from home! i read thru....sumtimes goin bak n rereadin a few pages at a time....i felt as if i just dnt wanna go ahead...evry passin page was like a step closer to d end....i wanted harry's ordeal to end no doubt! but i didnt want to end d whole feeling.....bcoz i knew d closing sentence wont indicate harry's return to hogwarts next yr n d smokin hogwarts express speedin off platform 9 n 3 quarters!! now anoder tale from a silly pottermaniac eh? no its not..... it's one feeling that probably many ppl o' mah age can relate to! or even if m d only one....i hav gud reason 4 it!
i remember at d age o' 11 wen one o' mah cousins gifted me mah first harry potter(n d philosopher's stone), as i sat on mah desk readin it....absorbin evry line of it.....i just read it for fun! i felt it was a gr8 read n all but nothin beyond dat....n i took 3 days to finish d book. d next day at school, as i sat wid mah best frnd chattin, she was narratin me our first meetin n how we became best o' frnds.... it was a journey to school on d bus...we talked n became frnds....i felt a small familiarity wid wat i'd read a day b4! i dismissed it as a lame thot....den as days went by i discovered more links.... a trio dat we had,me,neha n sonam.... sonam d fun-lovin one, neha d studious topper of class n i, average yet appreciated by evry1.....an average n ordinary girl at heart whom sumhow ppl used to find worth appreciatin n extraordinary sortof....popular n sum1 who valued frnds above evrythin.....i still cud relate to d book i read days bak!
next yr,wen i was 12, i got chamber of secrets in d school library....i read on....yes d yr wen i discovered dat mah school was 120+ yrs ol'....wid four houses named after four founders.... mr.bamfield, mr.biggs, mr.roberts n mr.young! n yeah worth addin dat i was in bamfield house n mah house colour was red! mah school was a pre-independence time ol' building wid lots to discover which attracted adventerous kids like me! cudnt be just a co-incidence...
i started to read each book at d apt yr....n sumhow inspite o' d irregularities in publication, i've always read each bk at d apt age! n evry event in harry's school lyf....replayed in mine.....as if jkr sat wid d quill of destiny to shape mine!! i still remember d day wen i read bk 5 just b4 our school re-openin day....i was shocked to find dat harry was not a prefect but his best buddies were! i had more shock to face.... Dat yr i saw mah best buddies.....neha n sonam bcum school prefects n i, who'd dreamed of it since 6th std, stood der like harry.....baffled!! i resigned mah superstition to a faith.....as if i was destined to read d bk....n in a way i developed a sort o' attatchment towards d hp series dat i neva had 4 ne oder bk!
anoder incident....i remember was ron n harry's fight in bk 4! i remember i n neha had a grave fight d same yr....ultimately a patch up dat made d frndship stronger!
n in d sixth book wen dumby died....dat yr our princi who had always supported me, retired! den der was a teacher, a maths teacher we all called severus snape....we loathed him n 4 sum mysterious reason(though anoder reason cud b mah pathetic marks in maths...even harry wasnt gud at potions...lolz) reciprocated mah feelings!! n later towards d end o' mah school lyf i discovered wen i was in a serious trouble dis man saved me from evrythin...! n it wasnt a surprise wen after a few o' dis incident i read bk7 n found out bout snape!
i encountered a time in mah school lyf wen evry1 was against me! no one believed me....initially not even mah frnds but den dey stood by me.....probably as ron n hernione did 4 harry! i witnessed all dat harry did.....sum parts o' it practically n sum emotionally....i'd read each bk n i knew wat was waitin 4 me in d yr ahead....n now wen i was 17 n i read thru deathly hallows, i knew d ultimate triumph..i had it.....(4 sum personal reasons i cant mention d details o' d incident)!
when ultimately i ended deathly hallows....i wasnt cryin, but it was a heavy feeling!...sittin cut-off from d whole world 4 d past 24hrs i knew dat nxt yr i'd not knw wat wud happen to me.....I pondered over it 4 long.....how can harry's lyf just end?how can all dis end? n if it does....if it has in fact,.....den will mah lyf cum to a standstill too? d answer was sumwhere within me....NO!!! yes, it is not just d end o' harry potter books....it is d end of an era...for dose who grew up wid d books; for dose who lived thru d books(like me), it is but not d end of life.....b coz i still sumhow feel....dat in case i get into a law skool next yr....dose 5 yrs will be a rewind of mah unkown, incomprehensible n unexplainable link/connection wid d fiction called "THE MAGICAL WORLD OF HARRY POTTER!"....
now, i dunno whether u do or not, after readin dis..... but after understandin dis i DO believe dat truth indeed is stranger dan fiction!!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Love never dies...
Is it your motionless,cold body
Or has time freezed suddenly?
Why are your eyes looking dazed...?
As if they are searching something...
But with a look of having ended an eternal search
Why dont you hear my voice?
My voice soar from screaming...
A faint cry somewhere about me tells me...
That you are dead!!
Dead...
The same death that ends life?
The same death that suffocates the breath of dreams
Strangles hope and kills heartbeats?
But you said love never dies...
Then how can you?
But i realize...you are!
I am not crying
It is grief beyond tears...
It is regret beyond hope...
Shock beyond sensation
I do not feel pain any longer...
A mechanical breath passes by...
They chant prayers and burry you...
I stand like a coffinless corpse
They say corpses decay with time
But there's already something rotting within me
Perhaps my soul...
As I wipe the dust of Time
From your tombstone,
My heart is drier
Than the roses on your grave...
But still it beats...
A cracking sound with every beat
Denoting my rotten britten soul
You said love never dies...
Maybe that's why
A breathing corpse sits near your grave today...!
Or has time freezed suddenly?
Why are your eyes looking dazed...?
As if they are searching something...
But with a look of having ended an eternal search
Why dont you hear my voice?
My voice soar from screaming...
A faint cry somewhere about me tells me...
That you are dead!!
Dead...
The same death that ends life?
The same death that suffocates the breath of dreams
Strangles hope and kills heartbeats?
But you said love never dies...
Then how can you?
But i realize...you are!
I am not crying
It is grief beyond tears...
It is regret beyond hope...
Shock beyond sensation
I do not feel pain any longer...
A mechanical breath passes by...
They chant prayers and burry you...
I stand like a coffinless corpse
They say corpses decay with time
But there's already something rotting within me
Perhaps my soul...
As I wipe the dust of Time
From your tombstone,
My heart is drier
Than the roses on your grave...
But still it beats...
A cracking sound with every beat
Denoting my rotten britten soul
You said love never dies...
Maybe that's why
A breathing corpse sits near your grave today...!
Where are you???
The gleam of your eyes
Still flashes into mine
The buzz of your voice
Still echoes in my ears
The innocence of your smile
Still haunts my memories
How do i explain
How frantically i seek you?
Where are you?
For the sake of old times
Speak to me once more
At least cry my name aloud
Its been ages since it spouted from your lips
It sounds so unfamiliar nowadays
Now that its not uttered by you
How do i explain
How much i long to hear you?
The rains refuse to wash way my pain
The breeze denies to dry my tears
The sun does not rise upon my devastated self
The fall disagrees to take away your memories
Life hesitates to spare me a couple of breaths
And death does not recognise me
How do i explain
How long i have waited for you?
Where are you?
As you walk down the aisle of love
Towards the altar of matrimony
You've forgotten not just the path
That led you upto the aisle of love
But also the shadow that followed yours even in the dark
I realized that while i was trying to explain
You had never nderstood
But now i have nothing to explain
Life is an old friend
And death, a memory new!
Still flashes into mine
The buzz of your voice
Still echoes in my ears
The innocence of your smile
Still haunts my memories
How do i explain
How frantically i seek you?
Where are you?
For the sake of old times
Speak to me once more
At least cry my name aloud
Its been ages since it spouted from your lips
It sounds so unfamiliar nowadays
Now that its not uttered by you
How do i explain
How much i long to hear you?
The rains refuse to wash way my pain
The breeze denies to dry my tears
The sun does not rise upon my devastated self
The fall disagrees to take away your memories
Life hesitates to spare me a couple of breaths
And death does not recognise me
How do i explain
How long i have waited for you?
Where are you?
As you walk down the aisle of love
Towards the altar of matrimony
You've forgotten not just the path
That led you upto the aisle of love
But also the shadow that followed yours even in the dark
I realized that while i was trying to explain
You had never nderstood
But now i have nothing to explain
Life is an old friend
And death, a memory new!
Virgin Love
Its the starry eyed moonlit night again
With the clouds gently swaying in the breeze
That whispers somethingInto the invisible ears of the moon
Which blushes and hides behind gigglng trees
The twinkling light, the moon the night
The ambience, everything is just so beautiful
But none as much as youYour pale figure against the dark backdrop of the night
Like a phantom in the pale moonlight
A smile that arouses a hundred emotions at a single sight
The smile that reaches your eyes before your lips
The smile that innumerous lovers are ready to kill for
And the smile that i am ready to die for
You are like the moon
Surrounded by millions of stars
And I, a taper
That is ready to burn down into ashes for you
You are as pure as virgin love
My love is not an amorous emotion
I lust not to touch you
But to keep looking at you till eternityI
lust not to hold you in my arms
But to hold you close to my heart forever
I lust not to kiss you for hours on end
But just to hold your hand and walk a few steps together
I wish the night goes on forever and ever
And those few steps never count to be over
But as the day breaks
So does my lonesome heart...
The bridge of one more sunset
To cross over to your dream -
My innocent romance,my virgin love!!
With the clouds gently swaying in the breeze
That whispers somethingInto the invisible ears of the moon
Which blushes and hides behind gigglng trees
The twinkling light, the moon the night
The ambience, everything is just so beautiful
But none as much as youYour pale figure against the dark backdrop of the night
Like a phantom in the pale moonlight
A smile that arouses a hundred emotions at a single sight
The smile that reaches your eyes before your lips
The smile that innumerous lovers are ready to kill for
And the smile that i am ready to die for
You are like the moon
Surrounded by millions of stars
And I, a taper
That is ready to burn down into ashes for you
You are as pure as virgin love
My love is not an amorous emotion
I lust not to touch you
But to keep looking at you till eternityI
lust not to hold you in my arms
But to hold you close to my heart forever
I lust not to kiss you for hours on end
But just to hold your hand and walk a few steps together
I wish the night goes on forever and ever
And those few steps never count to be over
But as the day breaks
So does my lonesome heart...
The bridge of one more sunset
To cross over to your dream -
My innocent romance,my virgin love!!
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
It's Raining!!!
Just another dull morn for some
Though it may have been,
But for me it was Romance
Felt but unknown,unseen
The opalescent blue sky
Covering its face with dark grey clouds
As if the sun would blush into a smile
As soon as it is let out in the wild,
The clouds flashing looks of thunder
Not to reveal all of its feelings To the earth making a blunder.
The earth in its turn,awaiting a reply
To the question it proposed to the sky
A reply no sweeter could come
After such a long wait
The clouds drifting a little apart
To flash a lightning in its momentary hopeful gait.
The reply does not come.
The earth longing long enough
To inspire the sky,now drizzling
And the clouds pouring their heart out
The wait continues...
And with each passing wet drop of rain
Each dry,unseen tear of the earth
The pangs of pain renew
The clouds bent low over the mountains
Whisper in their well-concealed ears
The rivers take the message on from them
To the valleys which pass them further on
And confirm their worst fears
The sorrow of the longing earth
The compulsions of the helpless sky
The rain that started ages ago
Continues to this day...
As a symbol of unsuccessful love
As a symbol of incomplete longing...
It's just another dull,gloomy morn...
The same old story of ages of longing love,
Because again.....it's raining!!!
Though it may have been,
But for me it was Romance
Felt but unknown,unseen
The opalescent blue sky
Covering its face with dark grey clouds
As if the sun would blush into a smile
As soon as it is let out in the wild,
The clouds flashing looks of thunder
Not to reveal all of its feelings To the earth making a blunder.
The earth in its turn,awaiting a reply
To the question it proposed to the sky
A reply no sweeter could come
After such a long wait
The clouds drifting a little apart
To flash a lightning in its momentary hopeful gait.
The reply does not come.
The earth longing long enough
To inspire the sky,now drizzling
And the clouds pouring their heart out
The wait continues...
And with each passing wet drop of rain
Each dry,unseen tear of the earth
The pangs of pain renew
The clouds bent low over the mountains
Whisper in their well-concealed ears
The rivers take the message on from them
To the valleys which pass them further on
And confirm their worst fears
The sorrow of the longing earth
The compulsions of the helpless sky
The rain that started ages ago
Continues to this day...
As a symbol of unsuccessful love
As a symbol of incomplete longing...
It's just another dull,gloomy morn...
The same old story of ages of longing love,
Because again.....it's raining!!!
When you walked out of my life
Was it yesterday that holding hands we walked
Along what appeared to be an endless seashore?
The waves brushing against our feet
And the sun extinguishing itself in the sea
Or maybe it was just a day or two before...
When you walked out of my life
I realized that my hands were empty once more!
Was it the most beautiful sunset of my life?
When time paused and moved at its slowest pace
When every inch of the sun sinking into the sea
And every trickling moment of time
Stopped to admire our togetherness
When you walked out of my life
I realized even the sunset had lost its grace
Was it the most hearty smile i ever gave?
The happiest moment i ever lived?
And with the same joy and excitement,
When you blushed redder than the sun
The very charming smile that i received
When you walked out of my life
I realized that happiness was something i never believed
Was it the most romantic expression
That i saw in your eyes when they looked into mine?
The glow that filled your eyes
And the glow that radiated from my eyes
So elegantly filled the sunset with sunshine
When you walked out of my life
I realized how empty looked the beach and its brine!
Was it the longest distance I ever walked with you
Under the sky,along the sea?
Holding each other's hand tight
And looking into each other's eyes,
Living the romance in each other's company
When you walked out of my life
Along what appeared to be an endless seashore?
The waves brushing against our feet
And the sun extinguishing itself in the sea
Or maybe it was just a day or two before...
When you walked out of my life
I realized that my hands were empty once more!
Was it the most beautiful sunset of my life?
When time paused and moved at its slowest pace
When every inch of the sun sinking into the sea
And every trickling moment of time
Stopped to admire our togetherness
When you walked out of my life
I realized even the sunset had lost its grace
Was it the most hearty smile i ever gave?
The happiest moment i ever lived?
And with the same joy and excitement,
When you blushed redder than the sun
The very charming smile that i received
When you walked out of my life
I realized that happiness was something i never believed
Was it the most romantic expression
That i saw in your eyes when they looked into mine?
The glow that filled your eyes
And the glow that radiated from my eyes
So elegantly filled the sunset with sunshine
When you walked out of my life
I realized how empty looked the beach and its brine!
Was it the longest distance I ever walked with you
Under the sky,along the sea?
Holding each other's hand tight
And looking into each other's eyes,
Living the romance in each other's company
When you walked out of my life
I realized you'd walked far ahead of me...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Poet…
She taught me how to join syllables of sorrow
And string together letters of remorse
To create words
And arrange them to form a verse
A verse that speaks of a heart
Of which, Love made a Poet
And Time, a Rebel.
A verse that tells the story of a rebel,
Who owed her destiny to the merciless world
And her poetry to her own world
Every word she scribbled
Represented a rent on her own body
And an image of it on her soul
They said time heals all wounds
But what becomes of the wounds inflicted by time
Only she knew…
Her parchment was the hide of her soul
Her tears, her ink
With her mutilated existence as her quill
She created the most lamentable thoughts,
The most reproachful expressions,
Of the most unfathomable convictions…
They called it poetry
And christened her a poet
The poet who was born out of Love
And faded into Time
To evolve as a Rebel
She is the poet that lives inside me…
She taught me how to join syllables of sorrow
And string together letters of remorse
To create words
And arrange them to form a verse…
And string together letters of remorse
To create words
And arrange them to form a verse
A verse that speaks of a heart
Of which, Love made a Poet
And Time, a Rebel.
A verse that tells the story of a rebel,
Who owed her destiny to the merciless world
And her poetry to her own world
Every word she scribbled
Represented a rent on her own body
And an image of it on her soul
They said time heals all wounds
But what becomes of the wounds inflicted by time
Only she knew…
Her parchment was the hide of her soul
Her tears, her ink
With her mutilated existence as her quill
She created the most lamentable thoughts,
The most reproachful expressions,
Of the most unfathomable convictions…
They called it poetry
And christened her a poet
The poet who was born out of Love
And faded into Time
To evolve as a Rebel
She is the poet that lives inside me…
She taught me how to join syllables of sorrow
And string together letters of remorse
To create words
And arrange them to form a verse…
I know you can’t be mine…
Your voice belongs to someone else
Your words speak of someone else
Yet I converse with your silence…
Your eyes sparkle with the gleam of someone else’s love
Your smile blushes on someone else’s thought
Yet I look at you with loving eyes…
I know you can’t be mine…
Yet I love you nonetheless ever.
Your thoughts wonder far away in someone else’s world
Your dreams flicker in distance in someone else’s arms
Yet I can’t help thinking of you; only you…
Your memories cherish in someone else’s life
Your fantasies sneak out into someone else’s thought
Yet I spend every moment of mine longing for you…
I know you can’t be mine…
Yet I am and will remain yours forever.
Your days dawn in someone else’s sun
Your evenings bask in someone else’s moon
Yet my days and nights belong to you alone…
Your time fleets away waiting for someone else
Your moments pass by in someone else’s time
Yet I love to lose track of time, lost in your thoughts…
I know you can’t be mine…Yet I believe that in this life or the next, we shall be together.
Your words speak of someone else
Yet I converse with your silence…
Your eyes sparkle with the gleam of someone else’s love
Your smile blushes on someone else’s thought
Yet I look at you with loving eyes…
I know you can’t be mine…
Yet I love you nonetheless ever.
Your thoughts wonder far away in someone else’s world
Your dreams flicker in distance in someone else’s arms
Yet I can’t help thinking of you; only you…
Your memories cherish in someone else’s life
Your fantasies sneak out into someone else’s thought
Yet I spend every moment of mine longing for you…
I know you can’t be mine…
Yet I am and will remain yours forever.
Your days dawn in someone else’s sun
Your evenings bask in someone else’s moon
Yet my days and nights belong to you alone…
Your time fleets away waiting for someone else
Your moments pass by in someone else’s time
Yet I love to lose track of time, lost in your thoughts…
I know you can’t be mine…Yet I believe that in this life or the next, we shall be together.
The stolen poetry
A lonely statue on an isolated shore
Carved out of cold, forsaken piece of rock
Chiseling its rough, uneven surface
With the tool of unrefined ideas
Wiping the dust off with a withered hand
He continued to engrave feelings on a stony face
The thoughtful moon with its brows furrowed,
The creased surface of the shimmering sea,
Watched with a pretension of ignorance
The old withered hands,
Imparting their experience, a form
Their thoughts, a mould
Their imagination, a face
And their creativity, a person
The waves washed the discarded dust of rock
With a sense of unacceptance and left traces of fading foam on the shore
As a sign of satire; a mock
Some angrier waves beat against it
Indicating their dissupport to the intruder
The intruder that broke in on their serenity
The intruder that trespassed their tranquility
The clouds parted to reveal a clear patch of sky
That reflected the on-going creativity
Time stopped a few paces to look
At the pathetic display of humanity
The magnum opus of nature
Against the magnum opus of man
On completion of his work,
He stood and admired his creation
He had induced life into a piece of stone
It could sing for itself-
Sing for the skill and finesse of its creator
But at the crack of dawn,
The illusion faded into reality
The sculpture, disfigured and deformed,
Reflected the state of man
Man-God’s sculpture in stone
And poetry in the form of life
In his lust to exceed god’s creativity,
Surpassed His highest creation-himself
Now the poetry on stone that he created
Reflects the wrath that He inflicted!!
Carved out of cold, forsaken piece of rock
Chiseling its rough, uneven surface
With the tool of unrefined ideas
Wiping the dust off with a withered hand
He continued to engrave feelings on a stony face
The thoughtful moon with its brows furrowed,
The creased surface of the shimmering sea,
Watched with a pretension of ignorance
The old withered hands,
Imparting their experience, a form
Their thoughts, a mould
Their imagination, a face
And their creativity, a person
The waves washed the discarded dust of rock
With a sense of unacceptance and left traces of fading foam on the shore
As a sign of satire; a mock
Some angrier waves beat against it
Indicating their dissupport to the intruder
The intruder that broke in on their serenity
The intruder that trespassed their tranquility
The clouds parted to reveal a clear patch of sky
That reflected the on-going creativity
Time stopped a few paces to look
At the pathetic display of humanity
The magnum opus of nature
Against the magnum opus of man
On completion of his work,
He stood and admired his creation
He had induced life into a piece of stone
It could sing for itself-
Sing for the skill and finesse of its creator
But at the crack of dawn,
The illusion faded into reality
The sculpture, disfigured and deformed,
Reflected the state of man
Man-God’s sculpture in stone
And poetry in the form of life
In his lust to exceed god’s creativity,
Surpassed His highest creation-himself
Now the poetry on stone that he created
Reflects the wrath that He inflicted!!
An autobiography of Solitude
I come even where I'm not let in
I walk in Silence
I walk with a heavy gait
I drawl on time and shadow thoughts
I bring hope
And at the same time, Disappointment
I bring memories
And at the same time a wish to forget everything
I am like a cloud
That thunders distant voices
Flashes shadows and rains memories
I am like a battered old book
That contains the secret of ages
Concealed in words of future tense
I wash one's world with darkness
Filled with flashes of familiar faces
And echoes of distant voices
I magnify Sorrow and multiply Hope
I am like a long lost friend
Who shares the deepest of one's sorrows
The darkest of one's secrets
And the brightest of one's hopes
I am unbiased emotion
I am an unfathomable expression
I am the immeasurable depth
I am an incomplete story
I am a complete world
I swallow not just the body
But engulf the soul as well
I am SolitudeI am a part of life
I am Life unveiled in its virgin form...
I walk in Silence
I walk with a heavy gait
I drawl on time and shadow thoughts
I bring hope
And at the same time, Disappointment
I bring memories
And at the same time a wish to forget everything
I am like a cloud
That thunders distant voices
Flashes shadows and rains memories
I am like a battered old book
That contains the secret of ages
Concealed in words of future tense
I wash one's world with darkness
Filled with flashes of familiar faces
And echoes of distant voices
I magnify Sorrow and multiply Hope
I am like a long lost friend
Who shares the deepest of one's sorrows
The darkest of one's secrets
And the brightest of one's hopes
I am unbiased emotion
I am an unfathomable expression
I am the immeasurable depth
I am an incomplete story
I am a complete world
I swallow not just the body
But engulf the soul as well
I am SolitudeI am a part of life
I am Life unveiled in its virgin form...
Without you
They say life is beautiful
With it’s vibrant hues
They say love is more so
When I look up with my broken heart…
I feel their words are untrue…
Life can’t be worse than what it is without you…
My summers scorch up what is left of my soul
The rains drain away the last drop of my tears
The autumns leave my heart drier than the falling leaves
The winters fail to freeze my bleeding heart…
They say time heals all wounds
But it renews this pain of mine
My wounds bleed afresh with every memory of yours without you…
My eyes yearn to cry; yet they are dry
Tears seem to have deserted them
Just as meaning has deserted life
Just as you have deserted me…
My agony is silent, my longing, expectant
Though happiness is lost, my hopes are not dormant
Where you left me, I still stand there waiting, without you…
I breathe in the air of your memories
My pulse throbs at your name
I walk about in your thoughts
I live a thousand deaths in every moment
Being alive is a different thing
Life is a different notion
Yes I’m alive…But far away from life, without you…
With it’s vibrant hues
They say love is more so
When I look up with my broken heart…
I feel their words are untrue…
Life can’t be worse than what it is without you…
My summers scorch up what is left of my soul
The rains drain away the last drop of my tears
The autumns leave my heart drier than the falling leaves
The winters fail to freeze my bleeding heart…
They say time heals all wounds
But it renews this pain of mine
My wounds bleed afresh with every memory of yours without you…
My eyes yearn to cry; yet they are dry
Tears seem to have deserted them
Just as meaning has deserted life
Just as you have deserted me…
My agony is silent, my longing, expectant
Though happiness is lost, my hopes are not dormant
Where you left me, I still stand there waiting, without you…
I breathe in the air of your memories
My pulse throbs at your name
I walk about in your thoughts
I live a thousand deaths in every moment
Being alive is a different thing
Life is a different notion
Yes I’m alive…But far away from life, without you…
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