Dec 17, 2010 | Creative Writing
Fast lane!
Past that was
sleep walked into present
sat on passenger seat looking ahead
future took it along
driving in fast lane
lamp posts left behind
twinkled with lightening speed
rain drops falling incessantly on wind screen
encountered wipers caressing smoothly
honks of impatient wails
wept through the night’s halt
hunger of vacant souls went astray
lanes lost track and collided amongst each other
here they see a heap of pasts
one up turned, two on their sides
another one dangling down the valley
one more passed brushing by its side
it dangled more but managed its post
lamp posts stopped now to have one close look
examined the damage
calculated casualty
inquiry was ordered
deadlines were met
past smiled again, present wept
once again future sat on the driving seat
and here they go through fast lane!
Dec 17, 2010 | Creative Writing
multi-tasking
I see myself writing with both hands
blue in right and red in left
then I see a ray come outing too is essential to life…
there it goes in sky undefined
a purple arrow shoots above our heads
one little mermaid begins to fly
a slim beaked woodpecker swims in ocean
one hand paints blue in green
other picks an axe and cuts one tree
with a gun on his shoulder he posts stamps
with a hissing keyboard at her disposal
she kicks up probable haste
sweaty dreams perpetuate
yet no one waits for life’s sweet taste
a doormat gets up and dusts itself
it begins to rub off all that waste
rust that clings to hinges of mind
needs more hands to brush those aside
with dragging feat a soldier walks
his arms swing to music harmonious
a pair of eyes tired beyond care
look in mirror truly surprised
thick and coated outer walls
play hide and seek
with arrows I shoot across
a maze of thoughts seek refuge
hops on all fours and sits in my lap!
Dec 17, 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 it 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 17, 2010 | Creative Writing
Glass ceiling
the day I walked out of my wooden door
my shoes tick tacked
inside those my humble feet just tip toed!
Glass panel closed behind
without a sound
on my back that still ached
for the force of the wind
and that sound it made
hit me hard with a thud!
That was the day my heart skipped many beats
and I knew what it meant to fall in love!
four walls I lived in
had a ceiling made of glass
I could see the stars through
moon too sometimes shone at night
mornings came sunlit bright
but my bones were turning brittle
and my flesh was going grey
heat of green house baking them
cold of winter biting deep in my recess
gloom sitting in every corner
waiting inside bottled water
then it blessed and it blasted
my chamber screamed
made it halt with a screech
wide awake for first time
I opened my book of dreams
and alas! All were dead
not a breath not even a single ray of hope!
pressed against each other
those dried up yellow leaves
stared at me with vacant eyes
begging me to sharpen time
asking me to fill my heart once again with some woes
telling me to claim their share from this world
moment they were waiting had now arrived
love I felt for myself
stayed with me from that night
every night!
Dec 17, 2010 | Creative Writing
Bunch of hands
When she began this journey
scarf she carried was stark white
she caressed it with her soft pink palm
spread it over her bed and lied down
she spun dreams with future embedded
in simple pleasures of a rich life
as she moved arms
open her eyes wider
her posture defined all that came to her
love, lust, pleasure, water, sand and some flowers
then one day all was wished
wished away by one thought
a single thought
never ever occurred before
thought which set sails of life boats
saved lives of millions afore
but this one time
she needed to know
will it save her from decline
she waited till it happened
she waited sitting upright
on her four-poster still intact
sitting on her white bedspread
stained now with bleeding dreams
soaked like a wet rag
there she sat feeding lost dreams
making them stronger
with blood running in her veins
every one of them was shining bright
looking at her with soulful eyes
then she saw that bunch of hands
sown on the floor of her room
they had all come out now
crop was immense
all of them each one with veins protruding
covered with mud of passion and might
her lowered head felt proud for very first time
she picked up her dreams
folded them in a neat bundle
held them close to her bosom
and walked away in search of
her own life
a new horizon with half moon
but stars bright!
Dec 17, 2010 | Creative Writing
As they sat silently holding hands
sitting reclined against yesteryears’ memories
he in history of his lost youth’s forgotten tales
she in years spent in tasting life to grasp it’s full course
the boat they rode waded through dead silent shallow waters
weeds at the bottom felt close enough to be smelt
they saw the lone fisherman with his net flying high
to find final catch of the day
one last time for his own kitchen
as his wife with a sodden head gear waited by the fireside
smoke from their large laden dirty boat smarted her eyes
thought of her own lost home crossed her mind
where evenings never once were such serene so divine
where riches clicked heels yet order evaded all the time
such soulful patience on this island in the middle of this lake
she felt a pang of sickness inside her
in still waters of the lake she saw mountains with white caps
withering with every ripple their boat caused
she playfully threw her apple into it
and the train of ripples played havoc with those snow caped mountains
they all scattered around, merged and then again moved separately
he asked her to move closer their hands melted into one by then
her hair blew she flew she knew her moorings were here
she saw her sails being tied to these masts for the years to come
they stole sky from mountains for that very evening
darkness that day arrived with faith in her heart for her own life
fish caught in fisherman’s net were enough for a whole lifetime
they wandered through the night in warm waters of silent lake
she was the witness to their unspoken promises they did make
for the night that breathed and heaved with the bosom of the lake
was the night of her rising in love and being claimed.
