Friday, July 08, 2011

And it rained

I heard a laughter today
Loud, clear, ringing
Cutting through the air i breathe
It did not mock me as i thought it would
For my unearthly insides are marred with guilt
My dark side may be more of grey
If it pours for a while, the sky would be clear
What a shame, i love this grey so often
But only because it rains
Sitting by the side of a half blind sparrow
sheltering himself from the pour
It sat in quiet solitude
At envious peace with himself
Allowing me a little space
For which i was grateful
I tried to hold the string of water
And ended up with empty wet fist
The sparrow didn't move
Pensive and content
The earth was laughing loud
Washed from brown to a happy green
And its spirit seemed to be telling me
Be patient... wait
If there is a burning sun, there will always be rains
You cant do without either
That feeling, i am sure you feel it often too
When you are away from all that is near you
When you ponder about who you are
and why are you here
Were you born to somebody's child, sibling, friend, spouse
employee, relative, enemy
or were you born for yourself
or for this tiny microscopic world
Can you listen to the voice that calls you
from afar
Drowned in the clatter of love, hate and war
I can when it rains
When at some blessed moments
I become a nobody's nobody
And then seeps in a foreign sun
And my grey turns a shade light
Live my friend, even if its for a day
To make an existence possible.



Thursday, July 07, 2011

Qne day in a life...

Today my ear met music that charmed it
Today my eyes met waters that becalmed it
Today my spirit met a soul that balmed it
Today my tongue met words that armed it
Today the rains that did not happen
Washed away some long lived fears
Today i smiled for a friend and said cheers
Today i left the book unread
Today i saw the sunrays spread
Today i lied, today i truthed
Today i died, today i lived.
Today life took me in its embrace with love
Today randomness delighted the dove...
Today i hold the dawns cool hands
and talk to dreams in rainbow sands...
:)

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

nothings...

The purpose i cannot see
why my fingers long to weep
the unsaid tales
when i think, there is nothing to feel
when i think, there is nothin to grieve
but when words touch my paper
they fall in love
i cannot write like you do
or like they did
but
as long as my pen writes
i know there is something i feel inside
and something wakes up the moment
i decide to embrace sweet slumber
it makes a promise
that i will still have the same heart i have tonight
and i will keep on loving
as i do...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

"She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on... far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day." .... Mrs Dalloway... Virginia Woolf

Friday, June 17, 2011

I Smile

I smile
With a secret that shall embrace me in my pyre
I smile
With a mystery that feeds my souls raging fire        
I smile
With love that breathes life into my existence
I smile
With the hate that resides in black oceans deep dense
I smile
With a passion to paint the world white
I smile
With the will to touch the unconquered height
I smile
With the strength to lay invincible giants
I smile
With the shrewdness to tackle impossible clients
I smile
With the wit to bite off your insult
I smile
With the wisdom of an ancient occult
I smile
In face of grief to bring it to shame
I smile
To myself and take my own blame
I smile
To tell you that when needed I am there
I smile
To tell you that the world wont always be fair
I smile
to touch the heavens blue hue
I smile
To realize that some part of me is true

Friday, June 03, 2011

The Smile Of Austerity


The smile of austerity.
looking through hollow eyes
into the darkness of your soul
and asking your humanity
the question it cannot answer
the stillness of its misery
surging through your veins
reaching your grieving heart
tainted and poisoned
asking the meaning of hope and love
asking why God made men
to be born crying, to live sighing and lie dying
why you were born to a rich father
and she to a starving widow
why you could sleep in comforts of the quilt
while winter slaps her numb naked feet
you glanced one glance and strolled ahead
to meet happy friends and celebrate the day
she slept that night in the lap of death
oblivion gently swept her away.