Summons from Somewhere

                         Picture Courtesy: Me and 'them'

I have a feeling,

it's me they're seeking.

Stared at the ceiling;

they had been speaking.

I have a feeling,

shadows are peeking

through a hole, kneeling;

the doors are creaking.

I have a feeling-

a voice squeaking,

secrets revealing;

emerging, leaking.

I have a feeling,

someone is shrieking

and I’m concealing

a heart that’s breaking.

Musica Universalis

                     Picture Courtesy: The miracle, Google

The shy bird
often perched
on the rails, unheard
searched for a word
that had lurched
forward, undeterred-
absurd, the word
that occurred
once as it sang.

It sang
and the word
got blurred
by the others spurred
due to the word.

The song was altered
but the bird
sang.

It sang
undeterred,
looking for the word
that had occurred
as Discord purred,
and stirred
emotions now blurred
by another word.

The bird suffered
for the word
was no longer heard,
the song had altered
and the voice slurred
as it sang.

It sang,
the voice slurred
and all got blurred.
Then the word
recurred
in another song.

We Will It

                                       Picture Courtesy: Google

We're willing to take the risk today-
let all our fears now be whisked away.
And Time, you be a witness to this;
come along, the walk is brisk, okay?

No, we won't be thinking anymore.
Let us look now at what lies ashore.
There is a beauty in getting lost-
so let us be lost and lose no more.

What height are the skies that live above?
What depth are seas when it comes to love
that has me breathe and live as I do;
that has you wreathe air like a dead dove?

Yes, we do have it all that it takes.
Now that we're flying, we know the stakes.
We wish it, we want it, we will it-
let the night linger before dawn breaks.

Hegira

                             Picture Courtesy: Some lover, software

While the morning lingers

and feels my fingers,

proclaims them dead,

away you tread.

While a burning shiver

makes lips quiver

as they blow a name

away, that flame,

I see you leaving-

cold, unbelieving.

I scream what's unsaid,

but you walk instead.

While the winter sleeps

and the night weeps,

what is it that creeps

into me so deep?

I begin to dread

my every breath

while the time strays

and the beat betrays

our only song,

makes it wrong.

Have I lost my head?

Or is it you ahead?

Thingness

                                      Picture Courtesy: Google

The winter's grope,
one cold hope
and passion gone mild, mild, mild...

A shackle's frost,
a pun long lost;
imagination gone wild, wild, wild...

Such is the thingness of it all-
it makes me want no more.
Such is the thingness of it all-
Tel est l'amour...

Urges Unspent

                     Picture Courtesy: My hopeless self

The flame of time has seldom lit my days
or brought to fore the newness I besought.
The game of life has seldom been a chase;
I trot unsure in skewness and get caught.

The past has preyed on my present always,
avenged whom and revenged how, I know not.
This vast sky space, yet no crescent to praise-
No, I am quenched not, only drenched in thought.

Complaint or blame today eludes this gaze,
achieves nothing, my looking so distraught.
The past, a frame that I now set ablaze-
archives of things aren't undoing the drought.

The fruits are just so rotten- I don't eat.
Bygones are best forgotten, I repeat.

Return Mermaid!

                                                  Picture Courtesy: Me, again.

Return Mermaid! Entice the sea again;
beguile the ships that sail across the moon.
Retreat to your desire; reveal or feign
a love as blue, or sing to make 'em swoon.

Resume the gentle game that you'd begun
when Time had surfed all tides in sight for you.
Remember all that still is left undone;
recall the torrent, come and make it true.

Recline on rising waves; be seen today,
recouping droplets from the sky above.
Reclaim the beauty and reject the bay,
revive the soul, Mermaid; rejoice in love.

Return now and relieve the roaring waves;
rebel the swell so that the song behaves.