Monday, November 18, 2013

Of Ropes and Hopes

                                 Picture Courtesy: The free 'me'

The wind wheeled down the walk-
wayward had been its way.
I clutched the ropes so tight
lest the swing should find a prey.

It tossed me at the starry sky,
which then sent me to the Earth.
And the swing jilted me again:
I, thus, swung back and forth!

My perplexed eye lived no more
and through it tears did not flood.
The lids were done and I shrouded 
it with the saffron in my blood.

My wilted wings went with the wind,
of my blindness I won't say much.
When life escaped my creaking ribs
I freed the hopes of my clutch.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

And I Laughed

               Picture Courtesy: Mirror

I laughed
as the pink-veiled morning
smirked at the corpse
of my rosy dream.

I laughed
until its memory trilled
in my heart
and limped its captive
forever.

I laughed
until my eyes
were shards
of that
shattered dream.

I laughed
as light
hypnotized the truth
and it drowned
into slumber.

I laughed
at the opacity
of the mirror.

And I laughed
until the echoes
of my voice
were weary
of me.

Friday, November 15, 2013

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.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

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.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

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?

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

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...