Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Closure
On this visit to my hometown, I was reminded of my last
visits as I walked across the River Green. The river looked like a huge sheet
of dirty green water while in my memory it was always a shiny green.
The last visits were on deaths; I never cried enough though
I was carrying a cross and stood brave among the wailing women. But this time,
though on a happy occasion, I felt the tears as they tumbled past on my return
journey.
What all things I cried for I have no clue, the wasted years
in search of a mirage, the lost opportunities, the life of strife and constant unpleasantness.
But it gave me clue to a puzzle: that you might become for me a mirage that I will
follow to destruction.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Beauty
It’s a craterly moon
That gets up at night
Puts on some light BB
And steps out for you.
No luminous skin
Just some BB cream
That lasts through
The entire day
With kissable lips
From Maybelline
With dark eyes
From the same
It was a fool heart
That knew no joys
That put on all this
To walk around happy
There was no bloodsign
Of joy and desire
Only a broken heart
But only sore words.
But time healed words
And the moon steps
Bright and clear
For all eyes to see.
It’s just layers of paint
Painstakingly done
From BB, CC and DD
Not what you think
You are late my dear
As always to reach
For a craterly moon
Belongs to the sonne.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Prayer
Can’t still this crying heart
That cries along with an innocent,
One wronged, accidentally,
One who wears his heart on the sleeve.
This heart cries everyday, every moment
For I have sinned against an innocent,
One who hasn’t learnt the ways of the world
One who wears his heart on his sleeve.
For seven long years I have not prayed
Nor moved these lips to silent reverence,
Whatever religion was only for comfort,
Not since I lost love on the way.
A right signal read at the wrong time,
My dear, it was only an accident,
But one that showed a clear heart
Untainted by this world of false love.
Can’t bear to see your broken soul,
Your sad face and lost happiness,
That tortures me day and night, so
I take up my beads to pray once again.
Tuesday, September 02, 2014
Secret Passions
When I first saw you I thought you looked familiar but I couldn’t
place my finger on it. But in time, I remembered that it had something to do
with the songs in another time and space, though lost and gone. Your mannerisms
could bring back a secret passion for a quiet matter-of-fact friend. Without my
knowledge, summer turned to spring and heard a new music from your heart, one
that couldn’t understand nor could listen to without being led away from my
real world. So turn back, clench my fists and try hard not to let the enemy of
temptation enter my fortress. But the world around has not been blind either
for there are no secret passions anymore but only hearts that crumble with
every smile, real or fake.
Sunday, August 03, 2014
Adorable
You
are my reason to smile when all around life has become weary and tired. You worship
me like a goddess counting each and every one of my steps on the ground while I
rush past through the hustle and bustle of life. But in the toughest of these
times, I hold your love like a talisman close to my heart; looking at your
innocent ways to make me feel special, loved and cherished.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Love
I would have become a different person today had it not been
for you, with your insistence on the meaning of love. Like a fool, I danced to
your many tunes only to find you changed at the end of the journey. Our paths
have diverged and we no longer see eye to eye and in the midst of all this, a
giant wall has been constructed. You are no longer there for me and am no
longer there for you; the end of another true love story.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Stories
In a way,
each story has the same kernel in it- our dreams, hopes and longing all lost
and found again- the fire and the smiles and the hopes that love kindles and
brings joy.
The stories
that we write are not what really happened or events that could really happen.
These come from an imagination that loves to wander and see what would have
happened if!
Sometimes, it
is sunshine and laughter outside; depends on the state of this mercurial soul.
The reality looms large taking everything away and sometimes giving blessings
unasked for.
Your stories
reveal the joy of finding happiness in new things, which are in fact, new ways
to name the old likes and loves while I harp on change and about moving on but
have stayed in the same year where I stopped learning.
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