Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
selfless?
Selfless pretensions lock doors to deepest chambers
love I chose to claim did unite with my faults
love that regained lost charms
love that affirmed integral continuity
love that sought lost honour from this world around
love that stood tests of dance in fiery red coals
it never embraced, never warmed empty enclosures
winter chill was the essence it stood for
yet this love calmed fuelled atrocities
selfish concerns cancelled one by one
all fell down with each passing day
with these selfless pretensions sitting by…
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
Nightmare during day!
Waking up with a jolt
from a midday slumber
I see myself drowned in blues
blues of loneliness
blues of being left alone
blues of being forgotten
blues of being not forgiven
blues I chase away till the farthest corner
blues that return with renewed fervour
blues I know will stay till I die
blues I chose not to abide!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
why me?
one more day
one more chapter of this life
went by closed with the
approaching night
night that has just arrived
holding promise of respite
singing lullaby with this rain
my heart sings along
those forgotten haunting tales
notes woken from graveyards
notes kept under thousand wraps
once again I ask thee
why did you choose me?
why me?
yes! why me?
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
Drop of rain
Do you want to feel that drop of rain
carrying flavours of our dreams
a few weeks back it fell from sky
hanging there from the moment
we held each other for the last time
it fell on the back of my palm
since that day I’m holding it
keeping my hand still and straight
moving with caution not to spill
sometimes I fear I might fail
yet it stays as I want
it has become my captive
and keeps me in captivity
I need my hand to write again
to live life and see the seasons
so tell me if you want to feel
tell me if you want to hold
this little marvel on your palm
I will transfer it to you
you will have it for keeping
else you tell me to let it go
I will cherish it for one last time
and blow it away with all my might
taste it something I will never do
as I know how it feels
when it reaches my recesses
so please tell me what to do
let it go or keep for you
as this little drop of rain
carrying flavours of our dreams
hanging on my palm wants to be set free!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
girl next door
a gush of wind knocked at her closed window
pushed it with all its might
unbolted it from outside and threw opened the window
sailing over the window sill
it walked over her sleeping form
caressed and woke her up with a start!
With half closed eyes she stepped down the bed
walked towards the door
opened and sleep walked down the stairs
dishevel hair, crumpled night gown and warm feet just out of the bed
sailed the steps without even once touching the cold stone
into the hall and she held her breath with such force
lose papers left on the corner table began to fly
quickly she held them together clumsily
their rustle made them look up at her with bewildered faces
“shhhhh!!!!!” said the master, sitting in his arm chair
she obeyed and tip toed in and with eyes fully open now saw them
all of them
lady sitting on the couch cross legged chewing on hazel nuts
master again got immersed in his newspaper immediately
in the centre of that three piece sofa elder one sat
with his pepper and salt goatee hanging down his chest
his eyes brooding, last night’s whisky still languishing in his stale breath
he looked up and she felt a shudder down her throat
master looked up from paper, gave her a warming look and she settled
faced the goatee with stern face and it went white as snow
eyes drooped more, stench of the stale whisky left room
he became a vegetable limp and green with no stem to hold
just then she heard a burping sound from the other sofa
here was the other one eating his wild oats, sowing them
consuming whatever came his way
burps and farts he gave out were fuming his corner
she bucked tried to evade
just then the lady had finished her nuts
made a swish of her hand and he disappeared along with the chair he sat on
she ventured further feeling cold in her bones
clung her folded arms to her bosom
trying to feel some warmth in the chill of the room
master and the lady had forgotten about her
lost in their world they let her be
she walked in further
sat on that upright upholstered red chair
she had been sitting from the time she learned to sit
waiting for warmth, asking none
waiting, waiting still waiting!!!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
present
one day I was
another day and I will be
am I here today?
Search much as I do
I find some more just like me
yet me
with one fine line evades me
hides me
I search behind bushes
I search against the backdrop
I search among men
I reach across women
I play among children
make a loud sound
or do give a moan
at least lend your hand
and let me bring me here!
