Sweet Box…

There it is, in earnest he exulted,
Atop the shelf…the scarlet box,
With silver ribbons braided,
Twirling around like curly locks.

Filled with jewels of deep desire,
’tis an object of taste profound,
The salve for a man’s ire,
He said, staring with affection abound.

Sweet memories carefully encased,
Reminiscing moments precious,
With the sweet of your love laced,
’tis emanates an aroma luscious.

A glimpse is what he craved,
Of the morsels of palatal pleasure,
Asleep softly and neatly cased,
To be awakened by a swift gesture.

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.

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.

Sorrow

Sweet memories of bygone days,
Sailed like passing clouds,
Leaving behind a trail of gloom
And a parched earth thirsty for joy.

I stared with sunken eyes,
Moist with my rotten grief,
As the clouds sailed away,
To pour over other’s lands.

“Why not pour over my land?” I wailed.
My eyes devoid of hope and dreams,
As I stood lost in the dark woods,
Waiting for the light to lead me through.

“Nay”, they chuckled in harmony
“We found better lands to explore,
Where silver springs flowed from mountains,
And sweet fragrance wafted in the winds.”

I turned with a sense of hopelessness,
And walked on the rusty road,
Engulfed in my tragic tale,
And faded into the misty lair.

Passion

Candid moments of love,

Creating waves of passion,

Crashed in the shores of my heart,

Sending ripples of obsession.

 

Feelings of untainted lust,

Like lightning struck deep within,

Stirring my wildest emotions,

Evoking my ravenous longing.

 

Insaned by wild fancies,

I stand before thee, unguarded

Lost in your deep eyes,

My soul to your will subjected.