Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
From dawn to dusk!
Sunshine beckons me to reach its zenith
waking up from a lazy slumber of my bygone days
I get up to see Dusk almost arrived
hazy contours of orange melting into grey
my feet feel like feathers I begin to fly
I grow some more around my shoulders
I flip those and soar higher with every gush of wind
step by step and with every single move
I feel myself free from the curses of blues
I know one day the greatest of evenings
will cherish my thoughts and christen me
names I have known so far do belong to me
yet I wait for another tree
which will be heaven for birds of my dreams
I call out aloud I say to you
hey, beautiful morning do come thee
do come with serenity under your wings
for we will soar together in highest skies
will keep soaring higher with no effort involved
will search from the outbreak of the dawn
through the day and find mesmerizing Dusk!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
Faith
Faith is a matter of believing
believing in you,
believing in your faith in me
and I have full faith in you
faith we have for life destined
faith we express while we traverse through life
faith we keep burning on the hearth of desires
faith while dwindle we rekindle with beliefs
faith is restored the moment we pray
we bow to our beloved and cherish love
the moment we believe unfaithful it becomes our folly
faith gives way to wondrous discoveries
faith has perpetuated into each particle of this universe
faith we take for granted is essence of our existence
faith we express each night in the morning that will come
faith we feel in our hearts while we send away our loved ones
faith God shows in us with every new arrival
faith is our guide when we see light of the day.
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
dusk arrived.
The day dragging on tired feet
evening in her parlour
getting dressed up
looking out of the window
and she listened intently
she was all ears when the sound of tapping filled her room
she left her hair half done
and jumped out as the time had come
here he was love of her life
dusk with a luscious smile
his dark robes flying about
his baritone laughter echoing in air
his profound silence pin-drop
his arms outstretched for anyone around
to engulf all who ever loved
who ever had the courage to dare
evening came witheringly walking on tiptoes
one moment passed between two lines drawn on horizon
evening lost herself in his vast enclosure
no traces of her were to be found
only some leftover fragrance
of evening’s disappearing gown
a wine glass with her lips’ marks
one strand of hair that fell on earth
and she closed eyes into oblivion
now it was him.. only him
painting canvas crimson then gray
beautiful hopeful simmering dusk!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
Solace!!!
Mornings arrive with noons on heels
sun lightens up when hopes fulfil
sweet lores of delicious lives
fills all voids despair leaves
we walk hand in hand in this park
green all around flowers in bloom
there I see a magic crowd
each of us is party to
every face smiling wide
every laughter resonates
till it begins to turn yellow this stark white
oh! the goddess of twilight has been shaken
out of a slumber and she yawns
her beauty stretches far and wide
a wistful smile on her lips
I see her sip sparkling wine
her transparent throat gulps it all
minute by minute second by second
tall glass emptied till the last drop
rests on my windowsill with her lip marks intact
dusk just walks by with a sweeping hallo
here she comes the chief of pleasure queen of sorrows
walking on thin air flying about
making inroads to all broken hearts
and to those who are on the way to be broken
she sweeps time off the balance
minds waver, eyes blur, sharp lines are erased
a swish of her brow turns the town silent
yet there are some lips thirsty
some hearts pounding
waiting for a life of solace.
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
Some sobs.
One more of those explosive thoughts
another zing to many lives unexplored
do they believe in tales foretold?
Or they wait for events to happen and unfold
wishes that were and lived in many hearts
hopes that stayed young till not dawned
desires of looted homes beating for their owners
not yet dead still waiting to return in corners
years and years of deprivation of contentment
they wait in shadows for lightening to strike
they wait, it strikes and a hail storm erupts
washes off their hopes drenching them to their skins
they wait for skies to stop ruining them further
they wait with hands upturned towards heavens
crystals of rain washing down their bleeding faces
they have been sobbing and waiting since ages.
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
Different love!
Can the sea be at different levels for different reasons
can the earth pull only those whom it love
can the birds wait to sing till someone plays music
will the flowers decide not to blossom if not seen
can a peacock be gloomy beneath an overcast sky
can the snow fail to fall if a forest is on fire
can the words not hit if coated in sugar
can the stars not shine if clouds stayed in my skies
can the moon ever forget to orbit earth
can the wind come and leave without those fallen leaves
can the storm sit back and watch world go merry round
can the rain stay aloof and not drench that lonely bench
can my ink refuse to write sad songs if I order
can you ever say that you never ever loved me
can my love be different from your love
is it that a woman’s love is different from a man’s?
