Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
Vicious cycle…
every morning when I wake up
and I look into the mirror
a smile with two probing eyes stare at me
I stare back and reciprocate
sometimes I wonder
do I need to smile back?
What if I just ignore
brush teeth sprinkle water in eyes
move ahead with my life
not a single glance on sidelines
in order to simplify
what I have on my platter
evade all that surrounds it
blank papers to be filled
dotted lines to be signed
empty pots to be filled
forgotten lores to be told
missed kisses to be returned and received
casual glances thrown and taken
fights to finish left unresolved
oh oh so much to do
so much of life put on hold
so much of it on back burner
so much simmering on the front
so much waiting to be done
every morning dawns with promises
every evening closes eyes with more of it left undone!
Dec 20, 2010 | Creative Writing
life is divine…
on the road to find happiness
I passed through a whole lifetime
thousands of days, millions of minutes
recorded on my slate
white in black
red in blue
that single colour
kept evading me
I filled my palate with water, oil
coal and lignite
no colour suited my inner void
it kept rejecting all
one by one
shade by shade
I brushed with fingers
I brushed with knives
I brushed with leaves
nothing worked out
my slate stayed blank
every time I painted some obsolete picture
I admired it with my full eyes
and when to have a broader look
I moved farther
it disappeared with not a trace
like from a magician’s slate
I resolved to not turn my back this time
I painted with baby pink, sunny yellow and apple red
this time I stayed awake
I did not turn my back
I moved backwards with silent footsteps
and lo! All disappeared in front of my very own eyes
one by one
every single stroke
every single trace of those lovely colours
and I am in pocession of my simple slate
I love you my life for being what you are
I love thee my life!
Dec 19, 2010 | Creative Writing
Heartache!
intricately designed fabric I wear on my soul
is knitted of thoughts risen from mundane routine
beauty embedded in it turns me into a recluse
as I forget to look beyond this fabric
each fibre stretching along myriads of incidents
chosen, picked up and woven into my smile
a smile that traverses miles before it fades
in a sombre grin or a little tell tale frown on my forehead
does it cry aloud or shrieks for attention?
Do I fake emotions for the sake of drying up tears?
saline waters oozing of my own oceans
these weeds that outgrew their own roots
bear no fruit in spite of their being in waters at all times
when I look at thee you fail to read my mind
yet I know when your hands approach me
when your needs demand me
when your turmoil falls on coals red with heat
when I walk away with no desire to look back
this aches like nothing I know of can ever ache
it pains deep inside to look at that forlorn face
yet I know freedom from pain lies on this road somewhere
I chose not to listen to my own weeping heart
I keep walking farther and farther away from all heartaches!
Dec 19, 2010 | Creative Writing
My needs…
Swish of a hand can console many a wounds
a sob can put any soul to unending tortures
a smile on some painted lips can send cold shivers
one raised eyebrow can make one wish to die young
one fibre of lost out opportunity can dry any will
another of those fables can bring forth many toothless smiles
one blade of grass can grow to become a million
one little seed contains thousands of fruit per year
one sack of millet could fill stomachs for nights to come
one little tear has the power to make a burning hole
another of those sparkling stones reeks of confinement
silence of dead waters has nothingness to hide
noise of multitudes drill deep their own ear drums
collisions that happen for reasons unknown
pool of emotions I dived in while you held my hand
that subtle presence assurance of buoyancy while it lasted
one handful of emotions could make me cry of pleasure
will you ever know how little I needed from you?
Dec 18, 2010 | Creative Writing
Did I care?
I did not care if you were tall dark or handsome
I never cared if you crooned like a lover
I did not know if your heart skipped many beats when you looked at me
I did not care if my perfume ever reached you
I did not care if your eyes were black or brown
I did not care if you were white or black or brown
I did not care if you could pick me up in your arms
I did not care if you could take me around the world
I did not care if you paid the bills or you had the cash
I never asked you the moon or even a single star
I never knew if you had a great clan or were a simple man
I ever cared for was my very own emotions
I cared when I looked in your eyes and my heart sang
I cared when you held my hand and I wanted this to last forever
I cared when you touched my lips and I realized my own thirst
I cared when you quenched my loneliness
for I knew what it meant to love you
for I knew what it meant to not demand love from you!
Dec 17, 2010 | Creative Writing
DEATH
silently she came
she came to conquer and never left
riding through a tunnel filled with
grief of unknown souls’ shrieks
lest they ask for redemption
from sins, they never dreamed
snakes were hanging from the trees
snakes were crawling on the grass
snakes devoid of any venom
their shining skins were all I could see
brown, black, green and blue
their forked tongues concluded the horror
thorns protruding from the wall of my throat
and then..
she did show that wall of water
cascading down the slope full of algae
slipping down with the flow
I could see from where it originated
I saw her bulging arms
carrying me on her shoulders all this while
she was radiant and sublime
filled my heart with love and respite
now I knew how to move, how to hanger
and how to sew the torn dreams
she touched me with a feather
touched my close eyelids
touched the corner of my lips
touched my shoulders and my breasts
touched my heart with her fist
and then I felt the final blow
she squeezed my pounding heart so hard
made me fall on my knees
made me shudder with delight
there she was staring hard
into my eyes and my life
into every shelter I ever built
my last love my final abode
love of my life
my partner in crime.
