Tag Archive | Life

Forgotten

In the dark of the monsoon…
She sat timidly…frail and forlorn
Adrift in limitless thoughts…
Those good old days long gone.

Yearning for that touch… warm
The wind howled in a silent wail…
As the candle flickered tirelessly…
Memories dissolve…leaving a faded trail.

Into the misty gray she stared…
Eyes in search for that fairy tale…
Trembling fingers flip stained pages…
Tracing life through pictures pale.

Hello Abigail!”… a voice resounds from afar…
A momentary turn… she slips back again
The armchair rocked… eyes cast a questioning gaze…
He hadn’t come… it was an expectation in vain.

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Meandering

There goes the road… winding downhill…
Dusty…’tis a path that’s neverending…
Into the horizon… into the mist.. it melted
Like a mindless wanderer, meandering…

Aligning to the night stars bright…
Into the vastness it traversed..silently
Uncared, yet so pivotal to wordly existence…
It slithered past the eyes… stealthily

Into the gray it went peacefully…
Turning at the umpteen bends…cautious
As if a new thrill seems to await…
Alas there’s none… life’s so monotonous…

Distant lands beckon with eager…
Drifting… it strays towards colorful dreams…
Appalled…it stops, aghast at phony feelings…
Retraces… it heads toward unpretented realms…

Etching past thorny bushes… unhurt
Into the haunted wilderness it wanders…
Aspiring for a destiny… still undefined…
Like a nomad into the oblivion… it meanders.

Man of Thirty

Sharp and graciously refined

Walking with steps speedy,

Symbol of elegance well defined

He is a man of thirty.

 

Sporting a bonny coiffeur

And a suit so royally navy,

Shoes shining like silver

He is a man of thirty.

 

Apple of his friends’ eye,

Candy of ladies pretty

Always with spirits high

He is a man of thirty.

 

Echoing a boyish charm

His laugh breaks all monotony

A personality so deeply warm

He is a man of thirty.

 

Carefree yet so matured,

Values and emotions saintly,

Making you feel assured.

He is a man of thirty.

Cast Away

Time has stood still today,

Frozen with thy words, mocking,

Crude ‘n’ coarse than dried hay,

Spewing deep hate so shocking.

 

Etched hastily on this pasty note,

“I dost not any love for you”,

‘Twas a verdict you wrote

My life into shambles it threw.

 

Was I a tawdry plaything?

An article of fleeting pleasures,

Cast into the alleys stinking

An object worthy for beggars.

 

Sweet words of fancy passions

Thy promises of endless ties,

Were they mere pretentions,

Thee uttered in our love nights?

 

In faith my soul I pledged,

Surrendered to your free will,

Your wish with grace I obeyed,

Yet to befall this ordeal.

 

For thee I shall though wait

Through the eternal realm of time,

Destiny cannot but join our fate,

‘Cause the heavens know you’re mine.

Mellowness of the Dawn

The blessed sun of spring

Bloomed with mellow beauty

Evoking innocent feeling

Of love, peace and serenity.

 

As darkness bids fond adieu

To morning’s golden haze

Blue birds twittered notes a few

To usher this pristine phase.

 

Gentle breeze hugged the trees

And whispered secrets of life

As flowers in a bid to appease

Stood to greet the merry wife.

 

Sunken eyes that opened wide

Gazed with a dreamy guise

Unnerved of the wordly chide

Lost in a lover’s paradise.

Breaking the shackles

Ever since he was a child, Aditya had hated the rains. Not only did the dull gloomy weather give him a horrible headache, it also dampened his mood. A feeling of suffocation used to engulf him the moment the dark clouds loomed over the skies, all ready to pour over the parched earth.

He used to watch his friends clap and jump with joy when the sparkling drops of water with their grandeur fell to moisten the arid land. But for him it was some kind of torture that he was being subjected to.  The very sight used to make him feel low …it was as if the rain like shards of glass pierced through his heart and stole his spirit.

On such morbid days, it was a common sight to see Aditya either spending the entire day in bed, or sitting all by himself, lost in thought about the most obscure things. The monsoons were his biggest enemy. A vague sense of irritation, frustration and other negative emotions used to consume him. It was like a curse that had been cast upon him for life.

But today it was different. As he sat by the window of the bedroom of his rented accommodation, a strange sense of joy seemed to seep through his heart. He placed his finger on the window and gradually traced the path of a water droplet as it made its way from the top to the bottom of the window pane. He could instantly feel the goosebumps on his hand. His lips quivered, but he somehow enjoyed the entire sensation.

He gazed at the silver showers intensely, trying hard to locate each drop of water as they landed gently from the skies above. His heart started beating with excitement. A strong urge grew in him that kept repeating, “Make the move Adi. Go for it.”

Unable to control his emotions any further, Aditya dashed out of his house barefoot into the road. He stood there with his arms wide open, his head tilted up and eyes closed. A slight smile emerged on his lips. He could feel it. He felt his spirits become one with that of the heavenly waters. He stood there trying to soak in the merriment while images of his friends clapping and enjoying moved rapidly in front of his eyes.

He had done it. He had broken the curse and befriended the enemy. The shackles of the torture he had been subjected to were broken. A deep feeling of pure joy, and peace descended upon him. He was no longer scared. He knew now that there was nothing that could come between him and perpetual happiness.

Song of Summer

Soulful song of the maturing sun,

Harmonies lulling one to sleep,

Weave magic webs of perpetual fun,

Mesmerising me in a trance so deep.

 

The buzz of the diligent bee,

Sucking nectar sweet and pure,

Remind me of life overtly free,

Under the clear skies of azure.

 

Melodious echoes of the lark,

Unite with the church choir,

Creating symphony mild and stark,

Making maidens dance in the foyer.

 

Cheery hums of bonny damsels,

Merry laughter of happy fellows,

Morph the discord of stupid assails,

And orchestrate the dancing shadows.

 

Babble of the silvery streams,

Songs of the whispering willow,

Speak of pleasant summer dreams,

Of destined paths I should follow.