Unsure

This road of life I stand, lost and aimless

Like a stranded boat afloat midstream…

I stare, I wonder…and look for a way

The path’s shrouded like a mysterious dream.

And through this dense did I tread…

Brushed by leaves green and gray

Scraped in stints by thorny hedge…

The journey was darn tiring I say.

Yet I lingered like mist over water.

Memories of yesteryears streaming past…

Like the reels of a romantic movie…

Shades of emotions zooming fast.

A stick in hand, I but made my way…

Towards the gray, unsure yet firm…

Hoping destiny to come to my aid.

Sunshine

Through the window, it stealthily entered…

The warmth of its breath upon my brow…

Kissing me with a softness divine.

I opened my eyes to marvel at this beauty.

The streaming shine that caressed my face…

Like spun gold, glistening over my eyes dreamy .

Was this a reality me questioned…

Or was this heaven where I lay in all bareness.

I stared a while, my hand outstretched in earnest;

Soaking in this glow as I did in the silvery rains…

I sighed… I exhaled… and stared with wonder.

I tossed in my bed, sheets crumpled up…

I curled like a baby…cuddled by the warm glow.

The feeling of being wanted… of being loved…

Overpowering the desire for a solo existence.

In this state die I lie, drifting into a summery dream;

An untethered boat, sailing into the misty waves.

Unwavered and untouched by worldly pestilence.

Rose and Me

The petals of the damask rose…

Sunlight kissing its velvet skin

Glistening with its amorous beauty

Streaks of loveliness casting a sheen.

My heart it melts at this sight…

The whiff of love emanates…

Casts a spell of pure bliss & joy…

I marvel at this splendid creation…

This pristine beauty… calming the senses.

Yet an uneasiness lingers that I can’t hide.

What is this that stings me within?

Is it your love or thy betrayal;

Even this rose that withers the next morn’

Is not as treacherous as thee.

To have shunned for a rich dandy…

And think not of my solicitous for your welfare…

Is my love not endless or deep as the ocean?

For what you seek… have I not given thee?

To my fate shall I submit, forsake all desirous hopes.

And surrender to this considerate rose…

By which this turbulent heart shall be composed.

In Your Eyes…

And yes, did I in thy eyes get lost…

The deep abyss of their look, encapsulating

My mind did I lose, my senses disarrayed…

Into a trance did I go, a state of sober drinking.

And whereupon thou stared with love…

This heart of mine skipped a beat…

A million voltage through my veins did run…

‘twas a sensation fatal, yet was the desired cute meet.

Mystery women

And in the midst of the white mist…

She stood, shrouded in mystery.

Silhouette shimmering in the streaking light…

Or was it my imagination playing pranks?

The whistling wind, they whispered a note…

“Take her hand… she stands awaiting you.”

But not a step forward did I dare…

Lest like dying embers into the white she merges.

Let me from afar this beauty behold…

This sight so divine, is but rare.

But this longingness has raised a storm

Turbulent… waves of passion crash hard.

Or is it the curiosity to unravel this enigma?

They say a women’s heart is an ocean of secrets.

Dive deep, and many a treasures one will find.

Shall I plunge into the realm of this unknown?

The mind sayeth ‘No’, but the heart sayeth otherwise.

And so I took the path less taken… maybe ’twas wise.

Hence, from afar did this beauty I admired…

Till into the mist this mirage disappeared.

Lost

And in his eyes did I longingly gaze,

‘t wasn’t the image I perceived,

but a reflection of a stranger dark.

I know not this person with an icy stare

Lost in the deep, his soul had been slayed,

I tried to rescue his innocent spirit, but in vain

The thirst for power had led him astray…

Humanity had long gone… the house empty

And in his eyes did I longingly gaze,

Shattered to have lost my only friend.

Recognition

Their voices echoed through the scorching sun…

’twas the holler of desperation, of recognition…

Their brows were wet, but footsteps steadfast…

Surging ahead for a drop of cooperation.

Flags were up, hands raised in unison…

The versicolor flaming above with pride…

Leading the pack with its ray of hope…

Penning the story of stereotypes defied.

What of color, what of choices…

What of gender, what of desires…

Like water, fluid, merging into one another..

Not a hate plot that nature conspires.

And though these voices were loud…

A deep silence emanates that’s but undefined…

Eyes though gleam, a lost gaze thrives…

Will the moral rules our freedom bind?

And yet to the flaming rainbow…

Did they joyously dance and cheer…

The winds of change kissing their locks…

They knew a new world was here.

A Tiny Tale

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She sat typing peacefully, a smirk on her face. She had done it. She had made her voice heard to halt the rising politics. Always bold and loud, she played it subtle this time, exposing the facts to the top brass. The effect was instantaneous. A chat message popped up. It read, ‘Thank You’. She smiled, satisfied that she was able to bring the much needed change.

Patience is a Virtue

They said patience is a virtue.

I smirked… smiled…maybe laughed.

Were they real or was it a mere mockery?

Of this badge that so proudly I wore…

Which the spirit upon me profoundly bestowed.

To tolerate the delay… and be not irritable,

To wait aeon, and yet not lose hope…

For that which is dear, yet miles away to reach…

The heart wrenches… I know not how to cope.

’tis a hustle out there… a race to somewhere unknown…

Confused I stare, or was it my patience reflecting?

And so I stand still, watching with bated breadth…

This wait they said will be rewarding.

The seasons passed… the longing more intense…

The eyebrows sunk, the vision a bit dim…

This hold-up seems a bit too long..

Yet I shall wait for the dreams to come true…

For they did say, patience is a virtue.

Of Life and Death

It is not the end she said smilingly.

But rather the start you waited for.

Of a journey that you had dreamed of,

Or the infinity that you deeply adore.

A slight shift it is into another room.

Not very different from where you were.

The light is same and so is the fragrance.

Only time has decided to slightly defer.

But be not worried, for you are the same.

Dazed and lost a little by the travel.

For it might have been a bit hasty.

Pardon me for this trouble.

This is but an eternal bond.

One that is but a holy communion.

Together we weave an endless tale.

Of separation, hope and union.