Category: Poetry

Strive!

To come closer,

Closest, then..

The next moment

Repulsing again.

Farthest from nearest..

We, opposite poles.

 

Burnt within,

Afired, forged armour,

Embraced gold;

But powerless to the wax to hold.

Turned into formless,

Ashes or vapour,

When mixed with water.

We, inharmonious elements!

 

Squawked you,

Squealed me,

In shouts and cries..

Crept our stars silently.

Off-key, tuneless,

And discordant,

When played alone,

Together we fused into trance..

We, anomalous instruments!

 

Single ousted,

Outstanding departed,

With unblended Identity

We cohort, we rise and drop.

Blended we form rainbows

Over the bridge, in the clouds..

We, like rain and the sun!

 

Awe the universe!

At our euphony..

We, not set by rhythm

We, not set attuned

We, the unset eternity

We, the mortal bodies..

Pulsating, reverberating,

With powerful, deep, intense love..

We, the resonant souls!

 

 

“Did you see black smoke?

Before your blood coagulated,

Before you lost your senses,

Before your eyes closed?

Did you see that shadow..

..you have now become a part of?

Did you listen to the chorus?

Before it hypnotized you,

Before it made you spell bound,

Before you lost your words?

Do you still hear that music..

..that had deafened you?

Did you feel that undesired silence?

That emotional disconnect,

That disinclination,

Before it made you dumb,

Before it made you a puppet,

A hooked torso on strings,

Do you see that nail ..

..that pierced you deep?

Did you ever brood over?

How a nostalgia,

A tender resistance,

Could size up to hatred and

To unquenchable fire of anger?

A mere disappointment, a dark thought,

Could lead to a blind fold life..

Miles away from light?

Do you see any pinhole..

..that you can still look through one eye to World?

Did you take a mindful pause –

Before being part of the race?

Did you observe every cell of your body –

Every small particle around,

Every small thought that inspires you?

Did you question yourself –

Before it dragged you to its robotic routine,

Before you prisoned your soul into a machine?

Did you answer yourself –

Before they questioned about your existence,

Before they noticed you, before they ignored you,

Before they forget you,

Before they reminded you of you..?

Do you even know yourself –

That you are a part of prime soul,

That you are the star that knows not about shining,

That you are the plant that has not seen its roots,

That your life has a source,

That your existence has a purpose,

That you are just not a thought but eternal soul?

“That you are Soulful!”

A rose tree, beside the hill

Witnesses splashing translucent

Stream, flowing down the hill,

Flourishing, wavy, shiny, fluffy.

…

The rose tree bows down to the nuts,

Woods and green oak leaves

That stream carries

From hills to plain,

To the land of unknown.

…

The rose tree speaks to the water layers

Every time when it drops its’ roses

With one desire to be carried to

A land of wonders.

…

Where do they go?

The stranger water streams and layers

Cannot talk about the old deals

That rose tree had with earlier ones.

A question that keeps it busy

Day and night..

…

That splendid pink bud,

When blown

Stretched curves on rocks

Shadowed the valley in pink

When it bowed to stream

When it agreed to un-branch

Where did they take it?

…

That bud, that crossed thirty petals

When it chose to shatter

When it filled hilly streams with

Red, pink and white

Rose tree watched it with a happy heart

Thinking where it goes..

In aspirations to reach to wonderland

They all bloomed

What happens to them all?

Did they meet what they meant for?

…

Wondered the rose tree

Every day

…

One stormy night

It loosened its grip in the soil and rocks

Uprooted itself

It flew with streams

In search of the petals the roses

And all those streams it spoke with

..

Strangers, the streams took it

Up and down they shook it

Aghast it lost its senses

To the plain it kept repeating

After all shocks and thud

With water, soil, rock and mud

It still remained alive

Till the time

…

When it was dropping from a long hill

In the lap of deep stream

It watched the field of hopes

Full of thousand little roses

It closed its eyes

In contentment

In several years

the roses

All went to the right place.

…

Over the years

Rose tree never realized

The petals and the seeds

They all went down to the fertile land

And grew up plants

and trees there

And turned the whole land pink

A wonderland

…

 

The whole life it dreamt of a wonderland

That wasn’t there

Yet even in its most beautiful imagination

In its most positive energies

In pure, innocence, potentiality

It contributed

And the seeds met soil and water

The river shore was turned into

A beautiful rose bed

A rose tree’s wonderland.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Morning in a glimpse..

is dawning gold;

is dew dropping by the petals;

is scrunch of wet green blades;

is soil fresh fragrance;

is chirp of young birds learning flying;

is squeal of a new born opening eyes.

morning in the soul..

is music of the words never said;

is a revelation of mystery they hid;

is freedom from the shackles;

is shower of new openings.

morning in the life..

is indifferently planting seeds of good;

is expecting null in return;

is connecting to the universe;

is new beginning;

is rising of consciousness;

is light of a thousand Suns;

is quenching thirst of knowing the world;

thy morning is knowing thyself …”

 

A breath long moment;

Logged, I waited

My breath to complete

It’s a breath long journey

It took years discreet.

 

Heart so filled, pouring;

With those starry eyes

You touched my soul

In one smile

My world consoled.

 

Timeless it was like a dream;

Or it shall truly be real someday?

After a shadow aghast I ran

A breath, no sign of you

Left me shunned.

 

Glimpse of you shone;

Or it was shadow of past

Or the future, or a precast

Attending every breath I was..

Readily I still was… till last.

 

Timeless you and me,

Inconspicuously creative;

We weave a castle by a thread,

Now or ever it doesn’t matter

Together we decipher the unsaid.

“A thought of you

– is a feather

in the brain vacuum

it floats free from sky

never to wither,

to never die.

 

A thought of you

– is a raindrop

it passes through rainbows

dropping all dirt, pain

splashing through puddle

it leaves no stain.”

 

 

A path full of dark

A quest for the spark

I move ahead

I count on my steps

And I count on my steps.

I need to carry on

I pretend, I can hold on..

Keep my oil, store the water

Hold the air, hold the matter

I keep listening thunders

I keep dragging feet

Through darkest storms,

By mud and grudge

I keep galloping stones

When it shines over bridge

When it drips every sight

That showers from the height

Clouds’ canopy on my head

Moon plays to hide

I count on my steps.

When it gets too dark

When there is no light

When I feel it’s over

And eyes see no sight

When I stretch on my fuel,

When I count on my steps

I hear a voice

I see the eastern sun

I hold all pain

And suffering together

I feel the healing

I had longed forever

I now see my soul

Shooting upright

Gleaming it in

The fire inside

I feel it so full

It feels so wide

I can stretch to the poles

Crossing light-years

My unconscious soul

I dance with Sun and

Sing with moonlight

I can stay with chaos

And shake with delight

I am certain with the fact

That peace is inside.

Yet every day I pray

For power and spark

That keeps me moving

That keeps me alive.

My enlightened centre

A beacon, a guide

My toughest puts me in brilliant ties

Entrusting my core,

counts on my path.

And I count on my steps..

I count on my steps.

Brick by brick
Wall by wall
She creates a home
In the universe hall

With bigger heart
When world’s small
She pours love
In the world’s gall

The fate is struck
Her life is on roll
She flies through hands
When feet crawl

She plants hopes
And everyday ploughs
To grow sun in her nights
And dry wet pillows

She swallows dark
She sees through dust
She smiles in the fog
Mist, and rust

She lives more a daughter
Mother and wife
Little does she live “a woman”..
All her life.

The dream of last night
I witnessed like real sight
I was dragged to the window
I took a flight like kite

I felt my hands turned wings
On some feathers grown white
They took me to sky, higher than high
Above the clouds so bright

It infused me with magic
Like a potion, my soul drunken
Absorbed into the nature
I felt like a glittering icon

I shone through edges
I felt like a diamond
Hardened to roots
Yet chores softened

I travelled to a universe
I never of imagined
Folded my words
Where wings opened

Where senses felt
Depth of history
I saw what I had read
Coming through mystery

I saw everything
That I could ever ask for
I saw my soul at indefinable heights
That anyone could ever behold

Forever I shall remember
This power and zeal
A woman’s will, whenever broken
Repairs her shield

On the night’s projections
The day enacts and gleams
Mesmerized I learnt
The truth of the dreams

Beating
My heart slowed down
When I listened to whispers
Of conversation that heart had
With one’s disapproval’s child
Disagreed to disperse
Injected life in the wave indifferent
A particle of doubt was enough
To block its way to transcendent.

For my heart shrunk
It absorbed fluid
That only fed thoughts
Around its horizon
Emotional turbulence shook it
Shrinking it begot weaknesses
Distrust diffused toxins
Unkindness and distrust
Left the cubicle vacant.

A little friendly force
Unwanted thrust me hard
The urge to revive
Furrowed me deep
Dragged me from hallucination
Removed layers
From those eyes that filmed over
Haze, mist, sand, fog and
The clouds crescent.

That lighthouse
That saves the ship
With shine and warmth heals the holes
Clears the filth of stern and bow
Brings it back to sea floor
Lathers it spreads new vibes on old waves
Holding the vessel in tempest,
It mumbles to never quit and
To hold this “stillness” within, till the end.