Poetry

mere one..


one

mere

blink of your

eyes; nodding; aspirant feet

hopping; hurling; hurriedly rushing 

horses to horizon; couldn’t see you staggering;

struggling to propel the air, swing high and catch

holding up on patience, silently questionably,

fluttering eyes; stopped blinking for the

time, the space where dreams

thrust upon shadow

of hope

mere

one.

 

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Poetry

“We”


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!

 

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Poetry

“That you are Soulful!”


“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!”

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Poetry

A rose tree & its’ wonderland


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.

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Poetry

Thy morning is knowing thyself


“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 …”

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Poetry

“Timeless you and me”


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.

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