Sunday, April 5, 2009

Silent Skies...

As the train made its way
through the indistinct darkened forest
the sunrays sifting from the gaps
signified the ray of hope from the deep darkest.

There has always been something
about the alluring elegant nature,
drawing me in a kaleidoscope of thoughts
of dreams, of memories and reveries for future.

Amongst the thoughts, I found a gaze
beautiful blue eyes peeping from some where
dimples so red, so pretty, kept blushing
a smile across the eyes, the toddler wanted to share.

By her innocence, by her cute dances
she filled everyone around with sheer delight
she instilled a sense of thrill in everyone s nerves
a joy she brought with herself in ever site.

For her parents sitting near by
she has been a little bird that sings
she has been a little flower that opens
she has been flying with her tiny wings.

Same instance, another child with her new born sister
was busy cleaning the floor and sweeping the base
his eyes, his helplessness exhibited
his search for someone to embrace.

A part of me was searching for a sweet solace
a part of me sobbed and cried out aloud
for the little ones with glazed, hungry stomach
for the lost questioning, accusing eyes of the crowd!

My illusion that childhood is a happy place
a place of radiant present moment
a place of fun, safety and promises
a place where there is nothing to repent .

But alas!! I was wrong
situations were jaded and wrought
the reality left me empty of tears
and weary with my own thoughts.

They got down at the next station
I pondered over his destination, his shelter
my eyes couldn’t stop but following him
his smile showed me his determination to alter.

When I thought he had no where to go
when I thought he had no more blue sky
his laughter proved me wrong
he showed how he preserved his rainbow even in the dry.

Why to this child? I demanded of the silent skies,
he showed me that life is meant to be lived happily till the last good byes…… :)

Sunday, October 19, 2008

For mistakes, i cant deny

Once, on this very mountain ,weary and worn,
for her, yes for her, passionate love in my heart was born;

as my eyes found her all over the place,
that reflection in the mirror of her smiling face;

a smile that can set fire even on a stone,
a smile that made me, a heartless person moan;

the mayor lived near the foothill of this exquisite mountain,
his house was located on the road to grand fountain;

he was the one who possessed an intimidation,
he was the one who blocked us from my 'jihaad' destination;

it was eid, I was hiding right behind the door,
I was unaware that she was in the yard, finishing the chore;

there was hustle and bustle in the house for the festival,
despite the danger, I was just waiting for his arrival;

after a strident clamor, making his way he appeared,
I shooted, blood squirted as through his body bullets smeared;

She came rushing, screaming, she was his daughter,
I was numb on realizing this, he was the one I had slaughter;

I froze right there, on seeing her grimace,
my mind congested but I had to flee away from that place;

as I lean back on a snowy night out here on the pinnacle,
I blame and denounce myself, for I have caused her life s debacle;

'Oh god, My god!! - is this desired ecstatic end!’
with her, I craved and yearned for a life to spend;

days and night, I dreamt of telling her my feelings,
Alas! I gave her the wounds for which there are no healings;

as snow is falling thicker and faster around,
with a desolate , death –like absence of sound;

drapping the earth and obscuring the sky,
I have jumped from the cliff ,for mistakes i cant deny.


Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Show Must Go On

dreams as i say
are the reasons of my stay
everyday a new one
makes my life gr8 fun...

brick by brick, i lay the foundation
with firm and sheer dedication
trying to complete with clay and soil
not caring how much ever i have to toil

whether its stromy weather or blazing sun
i have to go on and get things done
continuing with firm determinaton
hoping one day it will be a fine creation

but even after so much effort
there are some corners i find desert
all of a sudden, i am baffled
there was sumthing tht shattered my castle

now i want to figure out
that ruthless mischievious tout
or was it just destiny
that destroyed it leaving me lonely

wht was the reason of this happening
it has left me so much puzzled, so stunning!
but then i need to understand
tht everything has a purpose and a stand

i realise tht its all for a purpose
maybe foundable or maybe suspense
but there s god above us all
who is watching n grinning at all

he must have done all this with something in his mind
he maybe harsh, but his heart s kind
he wants to teach us a leason
only we need to have the correct perception

irrespective of its dusk or dawn
i have to continue , since show must go on.

Written In Early Spring

I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sat reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What Man has made of Man.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure -
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What Man has made of Man?

-William Wordsworth