September 27, 2011

The sunset, the silver crescent and me

Originally published on Triond

The scarlet sunset all set to die
Leaving me with a numbness
That I didn’t feel for a long time
The world has gone oblivion
I sit like a cadaver witnessing another day die
Probably the only witness
Who can vouch that the day did happen
The sun slopped down behind the darkness
Leaving me more dead
A while later I saw the sparkles and the silver crescent
The darkness came with glittering glory
The breeze started to blow on my face
I lifted myself, went out, looked up
I laid my recovering semi-numb body on the dry porch
Looking up, gazing and reading the endless story
Suddenly, the night started to live
And so did I.

Solitude

Originally published on Triond

It seems time has numbed
The wind has missed whispering
The sky is yellow, burning golden bright
Burning my within to dead ashes
Vulnerable, stony, I am a cadaver
Being without you is a sin
Now, the heat has stopped
The sun seemingly pacified
The breeze cajoling the trees
It’s just started to rain inside
You are gone
Yes, you are gone.

Mobile life

Originally published on Triond

As I move past the green avenues
Vast fields and the endless path
I realize that life is in motion
It’s moving eternally, non-stop, relentless
Life never stops living, does it!
It never says no to what’s in front of it
It continues, whatever come may
Doing its job, integrated and unmoved
It’s us who stop, lament and live on the memories
Memories have a shelf life
And letting go of the ones that hurt
Moving , breathing life, living to the fullest

Being a father

Originally published in Triond

“One of life’s greatest mysteries is how the boy who wasn’t good enough to marry your daughter can be the father of the smartest grandchild in the world.”

The man eyes the rogue
Guarding his girl like a wounded lion
He felt like piercing those eyes
That told of lewd cravings
It seems not so long when he was one of them
He used to flaunt being immoral
He was lewdness personified
Life hasn’t changed much since
Only that he has a daughter now
Who made him respect women.

September 15, 2011

Growing old

My eyes are growing old
With the bleaks I suppose not to see and less of shines I must
I wonder if you will like me with old eyes.

My ears are growing old
With spurt of falsities and less of solicitous symphony I must
I wonder if you will like me with old ears.

My lips are growing old
With the fake guilt smiles and less of squashy love I must
I wonder if you will like me with old lips.

My nose is growing old
With plastic breeze and less of essential fragrance I must
I wonder if you will like me with an old nose.

My heart is growing old
With sopping up blots, blues, blames, growing big and supple
I know you will love me with an old heart.

Scheme

Sunday haiku

Two bodies far flung
Thousands of miles conspiring
To split their lone soul

Death of Dreams


Dreams Must Not Always Come True. Beauty Lies in Moving on with Smiles.

The star falls, sky smiles
Hails new stars even at death
Dreams die, we cry on

Death of a nightmare

A Leaf from My Diary, Dated: 23 JAN 2010

I woke up to the just risen sun
A beautiful day and the broken bench
I sat there to the familiar half broken squeaky sound
Nothing has changed except the willow tree
It gathered more dust and wisdom
The swallow still has a busy morning
And the sky still intrigued playing with the shades of gold
I have all the time on earth
Had dreamt of the bench last night, I had to come back
The creepy sound reminded me of the nightmare
That has died dishonorably to my dreams now.

Ressurection of a Phoenix

One Word Most Cliched yet Most Empowering: Friendship

You have offered
Some cadaveric moments
Absorbing into purple ashes
Of some do not exist kinda state
And then a skyful of ecstasy
Some absolute, honest bliss
And, I, a reborn gold phoenix of spring,
Offer you my gratitude.
You have given me friends.