Jan 19, 2011 | Creative Writing
Turning point.
when you came I took a turn
I found the road straight ahead
to be leading nowhere
yet I was treading softly steadily
till it took me where I belonged
the final abode
a peaceful resting place
for souls that keep searching
for time not sketched markedly
for time when measured can not
cope with any soul’s pug marks
time that stopped at my disposal
time that called out to me to linger a bit longer
time that set my eyes on your footprints
I regained more than I had lost
I took that turn I looked ahead
and here I am trying to keep pace with your gait…
Jan 12, 2011 | Creative Writing
morning mist.
This mysterious morning mist
wakes up in the middle of a dream
dreams born of lives lived spent
lives that demand to be revisited
lives that passed by idle vacant benches
that were kept for love to blossom
spaces that could be filled with laughters
contours of beautiful faces filled with smiles
that could have reached those
sparkling crystalline eyes
lives that lusted for more and fell apart
morning mist spreads her mysterious shroud
wipes out memories of heartaches
morning mist brings forth melting warm hugs
morning mist calls out across deserts and mountains
morning mist gallops through valleys
morning mist stops by one lonely flowing river
morning mist shows her the way to ocean…
Jan 11, 2011 | Creative Writing
two hands.
two hands swollen for want of warmth
two hands resting within their worldly exterior
two hands when spoken to replied in affirmative
two hands that never forgot to rise while in demand
two hands lying unheard in my lap
two hands needing comfort came close to falling dry
two hands shaken out of one dreamless slumber
two hands while separated felt even colder
one was warm burning hot making holes in my soul
it made my heart a melting pot
seeking shelter underneath your shadow
you beckoned colder and the other
two hands slept blissfully through the dark
snugly held by your warm enclosure
words that spare lips yet they reach through this space
keep hands close to hearts beating in tandem
warmer now softened for the world to shoot
arrows of unknown untold unheard of tales
tales of this world to be told
tales of that world to be savoured…
Jan 7, 2011 | Creative Writing
let the tears flow.
let the tears flow unashamedly
down these flushed hot cheeks
for tears are here not to tarnish peace
tears trace their journey of fulfilment
tears join that applaud they all presented
at the altar of wishes granted on behest
times unspent, journeys never undertaken
places never visited once
yet the dreams that traversed far and wide
ships with masts filled with wet ocean air
oscillating on wave after wave of turbulent waters
or the boats sailing without effort on calm shallow rivers
tears trace through all yet keep their salts tangy
for tears are designed with a tiny pain hidden in nature’s womb
rainbows culminating in mother pearl shine through dark nights
lightening strikes with thunderous uproar
laughter of souls pierces black skies
souls that have chartered barbed wires with gladiators’ grace
let the tears out grow all dwarf emotions
that might come their way
for the path they trace leads to untarnished unison
respect their right to flow unashamedly
let the tears flow as they are destined to
down the valley of heartaches…
Jan 4, 2011 | Creative Writing
success…
when it touches me
it leaves me groping for more
success tastes like nothing else
it has the fragrance of human blood
and makes me feel like a roaring lion
when a drop touches my lips I need a few more
a few more of those drops of lovely red shining nectar
gives me a high nothing else can give
leaves me intoxicated with a heavy hang over
mesmerizes, enslaves
ah! that withdrawal syndrome
success is a dream I follow till I drop
success is one master never fully satisfied
a master in it’s own domain, success makes me forget life
success leaves behind life’s love and all that is dear
I might try to curb it or try to evade
success is the zenith of one’s finer innate nature
yet when it rules it makes me ruthless!
Jan 3, 2011 | Creative Writing
I am a river…
on the way to lush green rich thick forest
loaded with bountiful nature
creating ripples of terror unseen, unheard of
there he was in red trousers and black headgear
awaiting innocent birds to peck on grain he had spread around
like the rumours of hatred he loved to create out of thin air
I too was passing through this forest
carrying out my job of quenching thirsts
of farms and farmers
I was a river in full swing
he spared a look at me
his insulting gaze pierced me
he too was scared but adamant
sitting behind a huge stone trying to hibernate
I was in the body of a river that day
I flowed away;
he was sitting in the town square
his loot in front
little cages filled with tiny beating hearts
enamoured with feathers and wings
of all colours and hues
selling at breakneck speed
with his fist full of wads
his glorious victory was flagging all around
today with head high
his eyes held abuses for all and sundry
once again I was the river
I quenched farms and farmers
I flowed away silently…
there he was sitting by the flesh market
his chest was hidden behind vest velvety
eating bread with honey
eyes intoxicated by fulfilled desires
he threw another insulting glance towards me
I was the same thirst quenching river
I flowed away with my gurgling waters inside me;
there he was walking on the road to rule millions
eyes laced with wines of power
walking on thin air he crushed his minions
he knew he could carry his own sermons
the song on his lips danced to the tunes of stolen love
he kicked a rainbow coloured stone
into my flowing waters
he roared and laughed aloud
like all other days that day too
I was a free flowing river;
every single day
he gets up
walks the road to lush green forest
catches his catch
sells and buys and then spends
parrots
sparrows
pigeons
intoxicated
he dances every evening
with each passing day
he looks at me with heightened insult
every single day
dwarfs him a bit more
every single day
he sheds one more of his limb
every single day
he climbs mountains of arrogance
every single day I end up being
a free flowing river…
