Poetry

When you live it today!  


Unacceptable are

Those forbidden lies

Once spoken

Crunches the spirit

Every night

 

Indescribable are

Those ingrown jealousies

Knocked on once

Knocks brain out

On ground of reality

 

Inaccessible are

The shine that mornings wish for

Sleep that nights crave for

Dreams that birds fly for

Desire that

Once enters into soul

Leaves with soul

 

Irreversible are

The blown wind,

The passed storm

The empty cloud

The dried leaves of oak

The withered petals of roses

The last hour,

The ticked tacked clock

Once done,

Never undone

 

Only stays

The “moment in present”,

That refines all guilt,

Filters the mistakes from the sin;

Unshackles you from history

Gives chance to rethink, regret,

Redo, relive,

Create, nurture and regain

The new you inside out

Every other day

When you live it today!

Poetry

Paint ye today!


Paint ye paint!

Your world every day,

Paint ye today!

Draw the lines of connection

Of hearts

Give a shade of love,

Compassion

In the blank sheets,

Paint ye today!

Fill the colour of trust

In the canvas

Of thee strange minds,

Clean up the dirt

Light up the faded

Landscapes of memories,

The dimmed portrays,

Hold up to the big strokes

Of your brush

To refurbish

The sculpture

Paint ye today!

A touch up

To enliven the past

In the present

Can carve it,

Emboss it,

Shape it for tomorrow

Paint ye today!

Brush it

To spruce it up

With new colours

Of nature

Of real world,

Mix with water of innocence

Oil of easiness, smiles and kindness

And cast in the universe

To free up

The locked

Desire to paint

Me soul revives life

Revitalize the source of joys

Replenish me energy

Restore me hopes

Revive me mind

Remind me repaint

What I painted

Yesterday

Renovate today

To rejuvenate tomorrow

Paint ye today!

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Poetry

“What is that String?”


A string
dyed
in many colours,
..
colours of love,
of desire to love again,
that increases
every second.
..
String that tied strong
without strangling,
without confusing,
that holds us
in the toughest times,

that balances
unstable state of minds.

String that connects
soul to souls,
earth to universe.

String that we can’t see
the weakest of all,
can still hold the toughest.

we can see it..

In a baby’s laughter,
when the baby knows father will catch,
when she is thrown in the sky.

In a son’s eyes,
when he knows mother will feed him,
when he is hungry.

On a sister’s face when she knows,
her brother is there to share and help,
when no one is there.

..
Not only in human
But in every creature,
in every living
and non living,
the string draws
the connection.
..
A string made web
that blankets the universe
with the energy to flow
to think
to feel
to live
to act
to desire

to connect
the disconnected.
..
The string that binds acts
and lines up present with
future happenings,
that gives rise
to the utmost desire
to live and gleam
even in the darkest nights.
..
What is that string?
that is ‘Trust’
Isn’t it?


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Poetry

“Seed of life”


A seed,

that turned into

a vital tree,

has magnum of power

than a granule of dust

that contributed in a castle

a seed ..

that our soil of motherland

needed to sow

to grow trust

in all breeds

a seed

a land ever looked for

a seed

to hatch

to brood over

to believe to see

gushing out blood

from bottom to tips

spurting out courage

to fight

to drag dirt to pit

to kiss flag of truth

to run to prove and solve

the mystery of this race

to quench the thirst

of ages, of births

to eternally learn

to sustain and to merge

to know when to born or

when to die

..

to stop this cycle..

or to live or to die

….

there needed a seed

seed of forgiveness

that has grown more trees

that had begotten

another seed.. of trust

that we digged out

after

we lost hundred times

that we again took birth for

and left those bodies for

a lesson of self trust

or to distrust elements,

in worldly matter

that seed we could not see

was visible

even to a blind

that was felt without even a touch

t’was always a choice

to learn, to know

to sow and to water

that seed

seed of love

..truly

was the seed ….. of life.

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Poetry

stop playing magnet


your brain

a magnet

to the ore

to the filth

the waste

the brown matter

that have had your soul

drowned

to uncleaned core

to had you shaped

completely into new metal

a body

attached through

wires, filaments

sucking fuel

of fear, jealousy

insecure it developed

your centre

reactant to each wave

destructive

it made your centre

like a pool of magma

melting every fresh bud of desire

and dream

and turning into ashes

……….

listen hey!

listen to the chants and prayers

coming through

chain of ignited souls

cool down your burning centre

receive the healing

through your veins

free your soul

from the chains

free from fake belief

this is a cage

that kept you apart from

every seed of empowerment

and enlightenment

come out of that metal

and train your senses

to feel touch of air

to listen to the eternal song

to taste love for all

to smell the freedom

to see the world

with new eyes

and to train always

to…

stop playing magnet.

 

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Poetry

one day..


from those..

half opened,

half closed eyes

you saw

when I began trembling

while sitting

with jammed feet

You read my nerve

through my eyes

..

T’was a sign

to not knock my heart

but to slowly make space

to come closer everyday

but to keep little apart

to try

but to hold your words

…..

you saw

when you spoke of your dreams

very first time

I laughed …

at my dreams

unknown of the after effects

of my heart out

I first time thought to open up

the door

that leads

to the core..

core of my heart,

my desires,

my passion

my simplicity

which was complex for everyone

…..

I did know

one day

..

one will come

when

I won’t have to struggle much

with my tongue to spell,

to see it twisted and tangled

in the dialogues and gist

I knew

my silence would be absorbed

I would be choked with surprise…

when my eyes would be read

my face would be traced

I won’t be able to hide

all my plans

when one knows

what’s happening

in my heart, in my mind

and the day

I won’t have to pretend

what I am not…

the day..

one would make me realize

how precious I was for me

and for the one

like a gem

shining in heart and in the eyes

of mine and of that..

One.

….

In a fact

which I had never believed

that everyone

has to wait for

that day

to turn dream real

one day..

..

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Poetry

“You’re the Sky”


Let go

of the kite – yellow

that attracted eyes

from the willow

hanging with

a string on its branch

……

pretty yellow, so bright

symbol of power

full of life, full of air

tried flying high

went higher

with every stroke of opposite wind

inspired I stared, tried to touch

I tried to hold, to fly with it

to go sky high

there another dream

or reality

waking up early

watching willow

I heard a thunder of

storm coming

It started raining

I wanted to protect

I wanted to grasp the bright

in my arms folded

to keep it for a sunny day

..

but it was too far

out of my reach

still it flapped to go up

knew it would tear it apart

soon it would fade its shine

..

Oh for that moment,

I stretched longer, harder,

hardest ..grabbed

how vulnerable it was

in my hands

yet fluttering, flapping

to go up

denying all possibilities

to pause, to be stationed

Freed my hands

off the string, off yellow

I saw it gliding, waving up

hovering down.. and again up

it seemed brightest

in the light of the thunderbolt

in the infinity of images

reflected through the rain drops

I was enlightened

to the darkest

every corner and particle

in my body was lit

I was…

a lamp inside

…..

that yellow bolted me

to never fuse

to never quit

a desire hit me

to believe what I ever wanted

to trust my eternal soul

to not count limits

when it says,

“You’re the sky.”

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Poetry

to let it die..


don’t ..

don’t pluck this

from its roots..

to let it die

slowly..

let it shrivel

let it wither away..

curse it..

blame it..and

let it dry through veins

let the serum harden

let it drain

to the last drop of moisture

let the wilt

reach to

the wet dreams of

green life, red bud, pink flowers

yellow filaments and

colourful touch of

butterflies

let it end the hope

gradually ..

let it bend its bone

lose its firmness

stir the confidence

and shatter the stamina

gradually..

let it turn

stone

let it become

lifeless body

useless matter

let it realize

how big,

how undeniable,

intolerable,

and unforgettable

the mistake was

..

let it be an example

for all

who ever commit the sin

of

wanting the unwanted

desiring the undesirable

dreaming the inaccessible

expressing the inexpressible

feeling the genuine

being disgraceful

to what was allowed

being forgetful

to what was not allowed

let it repent for

being candour

leave it..

with the dirt, the sand, the rocks

with the choices it made

let it become limp

let it lose its substance

let its withering soul know

the truth

don’t let it just feel plucked up

let it fear to dream again..

let it sag its desires

let it see failure

let it kill itself

the most beautiful hopes

let it live like this

to let it die..

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Poetry

What that Warmth …?


when..

you realize,

the eyes;

watching you sad and crying,

craving for your smile..

..

the words;

spoken to motivate,

to inject nectar in your veins

yet finding peace

in your silly verbal fights…

..

the touch;

the feeling of stand by,

in all steps, in every race of life

walking along when you’re alone

you slip or see surfaces slide

and hanged … you feel

the warmth ..

visible as in forehead lines

and in gripped those hands tight ..

pulling you over, out of the pit..

saviour..

..

the silence;

when you can see..

in the layered conversations

the hidden few bare words

words of trust, truth and tears

when you do not need any explanation..

..

everything;

in every damn thing you are surrounded..

with or without being with one

you feel safe..

you see your whole world within..

when..

a single moment changes

your universe

your dreams, your desire,

your phenomenon..forever,

Lost will be

your purpose

of all the prayers and wishes..

when

it makes you strange to your own

the moment..

my friend!

believe that..

you have actually lived up

sensibly, truly

a moment of ‘warmth’

thought where is its’ origin?

………………………………….

is it the strange fire in us?

burns in..

deep in heart?

when flames go up..

and bursts into light and warmth..

is it real or divine?

is feeling the warmth feeling the soul itself?

oh yes ‘soul’ – but not one…

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Poetry

if only


I remember myself

trusting the world

blindly..

in a fit of happiness

sparing the world

for all its little-big sins.

While in the warmth of love

closed my eyes,

watched happiness alive

with my fingers,

I could touch the smiles

it felt my body soaking up life

and laughter soaking all pains

relieved feeling uplifted

like drunken

heavenly flying potion.

In the tickles and the toodles

measured whole universe

and its liveliness..

I could see my soul jumping up,

touching sky, catching stars

juggling snowy moon

crossing all summers and winters

wrapped up

in a single moment..

…..

and

if only…

I could hold up,

the same..

I could live again

I could see circulate life in my veins…

Just once in those arms, hugged up..

If only..

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