Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, October 12, 2018

The Yellow Chrysanthemums


On a silver shady night, when on a road
So many thoughts flooded my mind
The visage of the snowy ball that was on board
Winked at me sitting far away in the heaven’s abode

I stayed unmoved and untouched

The memories swept over me,  
Swirling wind brought the sudden rain
Clambering all the way down from the clouds
With a determined promise though
To heal the hot soil and remove its pain

I stayed unmoved and untouched

Rains in November, I could not fathom
Even when it brought lovely outcomes
Playing with the paperboats, the merry hearted children
Pushed and pulled each other in the downpour
Ripples in the water shone in the white light
Like the summer of good memories in the darkest night

I stayed unmoved and untouched
  
Awashed with water, the path smelled freshness
The trail of lights snaking their way in the inky darkness
Everything felt calm in my senses
Until you came with your traces
Became heavy the air, the lush green filled by yellow
Breathing your soul into me, you had me mellowed
No more dry my eyes were, my neck craned at the view
The verdant landscape did not touch me, only you do

The weight of responsibility thrust on me
To swallow the bitter pill of my past
With the matrimony that left me with a wound
And landed me like a photo on a wall, lonely and downcast

All of these you brought me, then and there
I accepted life was uncertain and not fair

Now I assertively say that my life is not bare

Kissing the sky. Racing sun moved towards the thicket of dark
Occupying each tree and shoots, walking with shoulders square
Playing new music and signaling new day
Your yellow hands beckon, I born again in your each wave




Saturday, September 27, 2014

My Last laugh

That ink pen she touched
ran like a marathon
It leaked its blue hues
just like her tears did
I wrote a satire, a comedy play
She read, laughed and went, nothing did she say
That was my last and final laugh
For she did not pass my way

Monday, September 8, 2014

And my Peace was disturbed



Peace was when she raised a storm every night
Peace was when she argued incessantly over any subject
Peace was when she broke two to three glass bowls a day
Peace was when she gave a killing treatment by remaining silent
Peace was when she fought with me
Peace was when her blood boiled due to me
Peace was when she never kept our house in order
Now my peace is disturbed
As she lay there with her eyes closed
As she remained silent now
As the house was in order with things all in its place
As the blow of the wind was calm
As her body fell leaving only smoke
As my heart felt a crack seeping in
As my soul left with her
And my peace is disturbed
She was the only piece which fitted in the jigsaw puzzle of my heart
And she was gone forever
And looked back never

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Where are you hiding?


Perhaps in the ankle bells that I refuse to wear nowadays
Perhaps in the half finished painting of our old block
Perhaps in the unsaid words when your eyes met my glance
Perhaps in the old clothes that stay untouched
Perhaps in the unreturned flight
Perhaps in the deleted song of a movie
Perhaps in the pages of a book which did not qualify to make it to the movie
Perhaps in my unwritten words of a poem
Perhaps under the carpet which I failed to dust
Perhaps in my draft folder of my message list
Perhaps you are there somewhere
And I wish that somewhere is heaven

As I close my eyes forever to see you there

Saturday, April 5, 2014

My Muse



Wherever I go, I find you
Sometimes you are small and sometimes you are big
You go with the transport; you hang yourself in front of the store
When I start to utter something, you make your appearance before me
When in love, person keeps on using you, yet you are quiet and stoic

Sometimes people fall short of you,
Writers need you like it is a basic necessity
When people chat over phones, over networking apps,
They need you as their support

If you did not exist, communication must have never taken birth
As I walk I see you often
You come across as a stalker
More than I chasing you,
You chase my thoughts and occupy my mind
I need you now, I will need you tomorrow
For my day is incomplete without you


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