Jan 19, 2011 | Creative Writing
not alone!
white moonbeam peeping through a misty window
fell on a sheet spread on wild flowers
a lonesome figure with eyes open smiled
at the sight of myriad of dreams dancing in it
each one of these had one little moon etched
some a few days old, some a few more
and one a little away from full moon
all of these little moons make one
complete life cycle
one complete lonesome figure
one complete jargon of lives spread on the sheet
in they walk cold hands keeping abreast of
souls roaming searching for their mates
voids waiting to be filled
voices reaching across tiny smiles hearty laughters
soulful tears silent cries joyous shrieks
hearts beating chests heaving with every thought
pearls found chosen picked up and embedded
necklace she wears proclaims her the chosen one
the lonesome figure is not there anymore!
Jan 19, 2011 | Creative Writing
single identity.
those molten pearls
saline drops of rain
that fell from these skies we shared
blues that spread far and wide
blues with loads of promises
not to camouflage anymore
neither pain nor joy
we were the witness
you me and my beloved
a single identity
for when I search for you
I find you in me
for when I need my beloved
his hands are forever
on my these very shoulders
enriched in your warmth…
Jan 19, 2011 | Creative Writing
my blackboard…
I own one plain nice blackboard
I write a few words every few minutes
I write a few tales after I live them with others
sometimes I write mornings
with black and white feathers
sometimes these get written
with hues of my imagination
some days I write water
and splash some around
some days are just plain papers
they refuse to get written
some days are soul’s music
I begin to write songs
I do keep writing on my blackboard
morning noon and evening
whatever be the time
this morning was so special
I painted one rainbow on my blackboard.
Jan 19, 2011 | Creative Writing
fist of dreams…
one little fist holding on to some dreams
passes through the streets of a lost fable
one sparkling chandelier lit with a thousand candles
one dusty wind chime chiming with delight
waves of thoughts gyrating to heart’s music
pools of crystal clear waters
splashing on their own without hindrance
falls in gushes with hushed silence
for lips that care do not utter words
embraces choicest of syllables
a vision spread across crimson horizon
can carry these dreams to their heartland
that they need to claim
to cherish for one lifetime.
Jan 19, 2011 | Creative Writing
more dreams.
I have a few more dreams
left from the half slept slumbers
of bygone years
of days that ran with lightening speed
of nights that stayed for ages till woken
a little heap of dreams
some round some solid some flowing
like that moon you saw last night
through our veins
you and me can call them back
for they are yet unripe
they are green sour beginning to turn pink
let those turn sweet for one final time.
Jan 19, 2011 | Creative Writing
Treasure.
my bosom is filled with the treasures
you have thrown my way
while you walked by me
without our knowing when we
turned our faces towards each other
we began to walk with every step in tandem
we crossed our paths and looked back
our eyes were locked
our feet entangled
our hands glued
our souls merged
our hearts molten in one warm mass
I keep flowing drenched in it
through my deepest trenches
and keep trying to reach out to you
so that we are afloat till we are…..
