Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
When they all cry…
Chorus of multitudes mingled with shrieks of hatred
a loud thud when another of them fell on earth
sheer naked pleasure in those eyes like beams of laser
another cry another tear and world would burn like wildfire
yet when they all cry in unison
their veils echo through the valley of death
when parched land yields stumps
painted in colour of earth
when blades cut through harsh skins
when green is only in the eyes of underprivileged
when fruit are locked and frozen dead
when church bell keeps ringing through births
when conks of shell sounds shriller than owl’s howl
when water is scarcer than red wine
when mightier forgets to share their loot
when music from temples stay indoors
when bread tastes better then honey
when honey bees search aimlessly
all is dark all is blank all is doomed
one single ray of hope rises from the east of sky
fallen are raised from their ashes
dusted off polished anew washed in oceans of love
sparkling bright lustrous and illuminated
multitudes raise their arms towards skies
their chorus of luscious love sonnets echoes through the universe!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
I closed my eye with one hand and saw the moon
half moon lighting up my evening sky
evening darkens, then they come
one by one all of them
all those stars witness to our times apart
if you pass by and you find
those lazy afternoons
sitting together till hours became seconds
sipping warmth quenching loneliness
moments we set aside for future
hand those to me once again
this farmer inside me is seeking seeds to sow
will put them in my soil
water with some left over tears
love you sent loving my way
will gorw to become a tree
first fuit you tasted last night
I know was half tangy half sweet
just like this half moon
I saw while coming home!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
when this temple of my soul
abode I cherished for so long
will leave this life behind
sun will shine one last time
I will step out with glee
for I will be set free
from dungeons of this life
my wanderings over
I will breath one more time
flowers of this valley divine
inhaling fragrance of lost moments
passing through that hollow tunnel
will be moing with the speed of light
like a cricket ball spun at the centre
growing bigger reaching inside
then farther and father
getting out of reach and out of sight!
there I will find
all the reasons for this life divine
will meet those who sent me by
for once I will demand
answers to all my unknown queries
setting this life beyond my domain
beyond my doing
I know for sure
that moment will be solace
for this scorching soul of mine!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
this one wild flower
with white wide velvety petals
opened gradually
and music filled in the morning air
air seeking fresh bright blooms yawned
and stretched its limbs
arms towards the sky lit with warm sunshine
aching back arched and asked for some relief
relief from locked up dreams
relief from asking for respite
once again feet got up
fixed themselves with the aching legs
and began their daily grind
headlines roared, cried and
played their usual blame game
songs of devotion and pure love
caressing down the throat
making ripples within a beating heart
breathing with every breath
soul’s sighs inhaling exhaling saline water
just then one loud honk once again
sets the table upside down
one more smile full of laugh lines
sat on these defeated lips
one more cup of brew
one more toast with honey
and here goes the world
making merry
swooning inside turbulent interiors!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
Expensive thought!
One laughter today
one sweet deep laughter today
echoed in my ears
passed through my restless soul
sat inside and turned pale
leafless trees shuffled their fruit
in unison they all evoke
hunger born of loot
deprivation of centuries
collected by full stomachs, filled lands
fouls mouths, motionless hands
out of this bottom less pit
an eagle dares and spread its wings
one lotus blooms air fills with perfume
a bigger smile smears some more faces
one unit of love passes through those hands
one piece of peace kicks up emotions
they are not so greedy
they know not bountiful
they ask for some little and they relish even less
they make me ashamed
when I sit and rejoice my solitude
for price I pay for their quite
is just a few nickels
and my enclosure is awkwardly expensive…
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
Bedroom window!
One late evening I got up from my post
put on a red sweater over my white jumper
opened my bedroom’s window silently
and jumped out
ground under my feet was soft, muddy
but somehow my shoes stayed clean
so much so that the shoe shine boy
I had been watching since morning
asking almost everyone who passed by
to get their shoes polished
did not even bother to look at me
with clean hands I opened that
rust covered iron gate of human park
I had seen it being painted with maroon
long long time back
now it looked something between
black and red with smoky grey
there I saw him standing by balloon stall
leaning against a lamp post yet unlit
as evening was still fresh
all around, in my mind and in his too
I knew as I read instantly
the most fresh page of his mind
he had painted a beautiful woman
with all her grace and bare charm
his deft fingers were lost in her shining mane
her arms longing to surround his shoulders
but falling short
evening was moving gradually
but I found him in no hurry
he picked up a mascara brush
and painted her eyes in green
as I walked closer and closer
I felt fragrant air of the park getting thicker
air flew in my direction and with it
all balloons came my way
filled my path with wondrous delight
I was lost in their dance for some time
and when I passed through this joy
he was gone
but he had left one of his paint brush
with the portrait of that beauty
holding both in my hands I stood wondering
if this was what I had jumped out of my bedroom window!
