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Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Lying here in Hope
One more day peeps in through my skylight,
I greet it with a disarming smile,
Before it fizzles out, I shall grab a handful,
Am sure, it’ll last me a good while...
I spread my palm, and have a glance,
At the unrequited tears, and feigned laughter,
I seek retreat, or do I?
For these bittersweet moments I once ran after...
The snow-laden paths shall thaw someday,
But this cold has gripped me hard,
A stupor has spread all over me,
It must have caught me off-guard...
My cloistered world wants sunshine,
But how shall I ever conquer the wintry pall,
I’ve grown weary of this yearning,
But I shall not droop, or fall...
The road will turn somewhere ahead,
It sets ablaze my hopes to conquer,
And then, I shall find repose,
This thirst will not last longer...
Random…
It’s you, the damp, cold winter again...
Igniting my icy musings with your scarlet fire,
Some simmering, some hovering about my eyes,
Some burnt down in your infernal pyre...
You bring along a carnival of memories, half-faded,
Conjure some magic that takes me back to old times,
What sorcerer art thou? What wizardry is it?
All the bygone years, come rushing down on me....
I hear ‘em, I touch, I smell, but cannot see...
Looking Back...
Twas not much long ago, to me it seems just yesterday...
When you and I sailed together, on the frothy waves of smiles,
Your eyes that stole glances, and strew roses on my way,
With youthful passion and an undying faith, we walked the difficult miles...
Twas not long ago, we spread our wings to the evening sky,
Bathed in the sunset, drenched in the bluish dye of night...
Defying the callous world’s ‘how’, ‘when’ and ‘why’,
We tasted heaven to our heart’s delight!!
Your resounding smiles still deafen my ears amidst the maddening crowd...
I feel one with you, your soul transpiring into me all over again...
They say you are not around, but in some distant land,
Tell me, is there any corner of the world where my love won’t find you?
They say you remember me not, and I laugh it away,
Somewhere in the forgotten niche of your memory, I reside...
You can’t wipe me out, you can’t shake me off,
I have a part of you with me, with which I endeavour
Day after day, to rebuild our little cosmos, replete with the little joys...
I walk amidst millions, but I’m all saturated by you,
Oh! The familiar lilting of voice that I still feel on my pillow,
It is the soporific symphony that lulls me to sleep,
For, if you cease to invade my dreams, or refuse to break into my dreams,
I shall never open my eyes to the morning beams...
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Glances at my dream-
I dream…
To build a home in the rainbow,
To hear the whispers of the wind,
To touch shadows and hold on to them…
I dream…
To make bangles with the hues of twilight’s afterglow,
To steal the purplish haze of midnight moon and bathe my eyes in it,
To be the dry rose in a lover’s diary, brittle but never dead…
I dream…
To make a dainty little gown of pretty flower petals-
Give me the freshest blossoms- daisies, lilies, tulips and buttercups…
To walk on frothy waves and embrace the skies,
To have wings as light and silken as a bride’s veil,
To gather the raindrops of the first monsoon shower,
And wreathe them all in to a necklace…
I dream to grab with full hands, the sound of your laughter,
And sweeten my life with its resonance…
I dream to be reborn in your heart each day, grow anew in your eyes
And die on your lips, the pleasantest death of all…
You…within me, without me…
Feeling blue,
Isn’t my sort of thing,
But me is you,
And I’m alone here tonight…
You fill me to the core,
Yet, one blink, and you are gone,
I cling on to your last reminisces,
Inhaling them, till the break of dawn…
I smile, I celebrate, I go on living,
But oft, an oblivious sigh escapes,
My frail heart betrays me,
With tears and frays, it silently gapes.
Rid me of this incomplete being,
I yearn to feel whole again,
I seek you in stranger stirrings,
Walking down the memory lane…
I know now where you are,
Which corner of the globe is it??
What air do you breathe?
Am I alien to it?
Tomorrow awaits me, yet I flee,
For fear of not finding you there,
The road that lies ahead, stares and laughs at me,
I know not, do you love? Do you care?
Yet to me, this pain is pleasure,
The tears are savory when I taste,
There! I see my dreams kissing the dust,
And my sleepless nights crying in waste…
I shall live and die each day,
To see my Utopia beaten to ashes,
I do not seek retreat, for this is my refuge,
That with each passing day, stab my gashes…
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