MY TREMBLING EXISTENCE!

 

My trembling existence,
shivering realities,
fading hopes,
struggling dreams,
collapsing dilemmas.
Things on the surface are not
what they seem,
form smothers and tumbles
to hold fast the reins,
and stand the ground.

Shower of Rain!!!

Canopy of  clouds hurriedly pass
and shower  the message
of love and passion,
the weary eyes of nature brighten,
wanting chapped lips moisten
and parched soul  swells,
trees sway with wind in joy
leaves bathe in rain,
for each rain drop washes away
the pain ,
deeply embedded in the bruised soil,
the dream of a  seed to grow,
adorn itself from leaves and flowers.
Rain embraces and kisses nature passionately
she smiles and blushes green,
gifts him colours,
the colours that define her
love and beauty.
Dissolve and spread
in the expanse of her horizons,
an arch , a rainbow
a gift of love and passion.









and enlivens.

And they elope!!!

Nature draped in crimson, changes its attire
wears one shade more of grey
twinkling stars drop from her ears
moon lits her dimpled face full of fear
for she waits in pain,
for life to yawn,
from dusk to dawn,
to meet her lover
darkness,
together they lull the world,
making love silently
till brightness dissolves the veil
and they elope together
changing their shades again .

Origami of Life

Life swirls in the hand
of a child like a pin wheel,
turns and turns in a gyre.
Whirling blades by the motion of wind,
each blade sways me to the future
replaced by another,
pushing the past behind,
twist and turns in vortex of mind.
Destined frail life,
the  tearless dreams,
all scribble , stain, draw with  a nib
dipped in the ink of reality,
to enliven the  pages of our memory.
We crumple and chuck out the bitter behind
or leave the paper dead and  white
in the anticipation of future,
for life to write something sweet and  better.
Origami of life is hard to unfold,
heaps of happiness and mountains of gloom
all loom and swirl with the swirling pin wheel
in the hands of the child.

Roots….

 

 

 

Pristine trap spread gripping network of news ,

swollen, cylindrical, rimmed coiled snakes,

veinlet with tapering ends,

grounded, embedded deep in the underground abyss,

feet balancing , pumping the life source.

Food for air, soul to despair.

Holding soils of immortality.

They have  walked with life

with hands in pocket of time,

witness to all truth and lies,

the marks that time scratched on its old enduring bark

tell the untold stories of earthlings.

Roots from which we all evolve,

spread our branches like a tree,

hold fast to the origin theory.

MEMORY AND I….

 

Combing through the hidden crevices

of my minds’ labyrinth, I pine for a lane forgotten,a souvenir,

engraved by the times’ hand and layered by the dusty mundane life,

a blurry  passage with faded hues and now so pale and rotten,

sits a memory with folded legs.

I hold his hand and manage to pull him out,

and others I wipe out

with a sponge,unchaining them forever.

I close my dreamy eyes and there he lies

tickles me with his smile,

holds hand and we stroll down the  lane,

Memory and I,

lock  parched  hearts and lusterless eyes

in a vain attempt to cling or embrace the past,

caress the world too hazy or sublime.

                 Soon existence nudge and jolts, wake up the nectary eyes,

                 memory kisses adieu, with a promise to meet again in

                 the grotto of time,  by the corner where the walls of my

                 mind meet ,drains the past and bleed.

In your big Cupboard….

I am a little  birdie,

chirpy,weak and helpless as ever

treasured in your big cupboard

possessed by your affection.

I cant  anymore fly

or soar high,

u cut my wings

and here I  lie.

Its all dark and cold here,

I share this space with many neighbours.

You already have forgotten or

don’t like them anymore.

I am your new pet, a favourite one

A new toy to play,

my sweet face amuses you,

a luckier one that makes you gay.

 

I wait whole day

for  you to feed me once and caress me twice.

I will wait in this box

till I breathe no more

to cherish your love once

or may be you care for me twice.

There is no freedom in your big cupboard

I wish none, not even, for what is mine

just for your touch once,

just one touch,

and may be for a while.

 

The walls are tall and the air dry,

I suffocate,

still I wont cry.            

You know how much I love to fly.

I choose to amuse you

till you find another toy

or may be till I die.

I STILL WATCH YOU STANDING HERE!!

Hey, beautiful one!

you stand in silence by thee,

the stones and pebbles, way below awashed by the sea

and silence of the sands,

basking in the love of thee.

Your essence to flavour.

Your fragrance I can savour.

Hey lovely one!

I watch you standing still.

Let the breezy sun toss your lovely hair

and your clothes dance with breeze

Let the nature kiss your nape.

And  I still watch you standing still here.

I see your smile dancing with the music of yore,

eyes wandering nothingness.

Your cheeks not rosy but blush pink with my touch,

as my eyes hold on to you and embrace you so hard,

you melt in coyness and disappear.

And I  wonder , standing still here!!!!

Reality bites!!!

 

Oh! my sweetheart…

I rather hold the hand of reality,

anchor my  thoughts and feelings,

you swam in the lake of dreams

and made me sail on the boat.

I danced well ,  at your dispose

in a trance

swirling mesmerized and tantalized,

heart thumped for a while

and now it lies

you married to verses

so am i

some verses embraced you and  few became mine

the emotions ran then and now they heave

sweat heavily to drop exhausted on the ground

verses same

but loose rhythm and rhyme

it turns my eyes deaf and my ears blind

the chords thin , the melody grins

we rest on opaque, vacuumed walls

the ground beneath our sole hurts and  bites

our feet fixes in the shoe of reality

the dust slowly subsides.

BLACK AND WHITE

 

Heart is heavy and so seem the eyes

Weary ,drowsiness of mundane life

familiarity taking over,

the coloured pictures turning

Black and white.

Lives running

I at snails pace

still reposing

in no hurry

even for a futile attempt.

SCHMALTZ

 

Schmaltzy

Tears roll down

mirrored pool of thoughts

in which I fish

Memories of childhood

A relay of knick knack grips me.

A frilled doll,a tea-pot with a broken handle

and some colours

a little girls’ fantasy

paint my nostalgia.

Frilly frocks, wondery twinkling nights,

carefree dreams flying high

how I miss them all

my tiny friends

a navy man,earthen pot and my pink doll

coloured paintings on the wall

Echo of dark caverns and dungeons

ghostly whispers lullby

Alas! if I  could

in the childhood soil

dig back time and bring  that is

no more mine.

A Practiced Art

 

 

Has love become so familiar

and its vows so common?

A tentative  or a practiced art.

The cupid strikes and electrons revive

u chat, or tweet or may be then meet

hold hands

lock numbers first instead of looks,

few promises are  hooked,

gifts are at stake

desparate to indulge, togetherness rakes

get drunk with lust instead of feelings

soon love attracts no more interest

and the beloved holds no charm

the papery thin walls of dreams that were gathered

finally calm

again a click,again heart slips and you fall

for yet another game

Oh lame, lost love!

lie like alms in a  beggars hand

is bought in changes

drains  through  impasse derelict streets

orphaned love finds another deflated heart

a temporary nest, or a shack to rest for a while.

THE WORDSMITH

 

Words live in you,

you write their fate off ,

oodles of beauty

n peace.

You hold,toss,kick, sway and play,

chain-smoke n be gay,

u pipe them like a piper

and they dance to your muse.

Pour

incessantly like the delicate drops of rain

making my heart gain

a beat more.

You juggle

the realities with frailties,verses with emotions

mix them up well,

dress them up with frills and laces.

Dreams wear appearances,

nuiances take shape

dreamy smiles, harsh realities

all well served in the platter.

The magic swoons and cast a spell,

I fall in love and embrace them

making them mine

forever.

Hope

 My hope is a seed

An entity

having life of its own

seeded in the fertile ground of my imagination

a thought so powerful

Deep embedded in the inner recesses of my heart

Hiding somewhere between the layers

Of meticulously done clothes

All lined up and settled

Capturing my subconscious

Circumcising my world

translating my dreams

in the unmapped terrain

sitting on the periphery

crying out to become reality.

I reap it with my blood

It sucks me of my patience and vigour

I caress it, nurture it

It tightens its rein

Smothers

Filling shallow grooves of mind

Become one with blood, flesh n soul

With sunshine of my heart and an air of awe

It ripens and grow

sabotaging my free will,and a thinking mind

Reaching for every contour

It could find

Time withers it away

Dried leaves sway

Blown by my aspiration,

 desiccated n hollowed dreams

Jinxed n perturbed

Hope  lies….

Faith and Hope

You give me hope,

I pray

For miracles to play

A role in my life

Hoping for the unpredictable to happen.

               Time passes

               I pray and pray

              Till reality make holes,

              stick fingers into my dreams

              giving me a sterile pain.

               Hope strengthens me

               I live in utopia

               Put faith on my hope

              Drizella and Anastasia

              Fool around me

              Make merry, dance and laugh

              And I, naïve

             Snow White trust them.

 Still i pray harder

Put all my faith on hope

Giving strength to the wicked sisters

I depend upon them

So does the world

To hope is the only hope

or the world would go askew

                           These  misnomers,

                          Juggle with our lives,

                          shove us off and leave behind

                          Shattering all

                          Making the reality realize

                         The bitterness that bites.

They are dearer

but once the curtain is down

They nudge us

Shaking us, sucking us, snatching away the ground

On which we have stood for ages

Leaving behind the frail humanity to salvage.

                                               To still hope and have faith

                                               find a new silver lining

                                              A ray of hope
                                              colours, brightness and warmth

                                              which may relieve us of our qualms

                                              Still giving us hope for hoping the unsurpassed.

            

   

Love, Lust and Lies...

You whisper in my ears

My heart sings a song

Carrying the pleasure

From one part to another

My heart swells and body blossoms

                         You touch me there

                         Enjoy my swells and curves

                         Follow my convulsions, reading each nook and corner

                         Reaching out for the inner recesses of hidden pleasures

                         My heart beats a tango

                         Lying there and waiting for u to come

Come , come along me

 This is the realm of love

Let us dance to the rhythm 

Sometimes you lead

And sometimes I plead

I breathe in your air

We merge to become one,

 devoured.

                      Peel off the hesitations

                      Enjoy the juices

                     Of our bodies

                     We heave, moan and cry

                     And then take a sigh

                    We give away our lazy bodies

                     to the hungers of the flesh .

Then love changes its attire

Wears a lusty hue

 I still lie down

My body breathing your scents

Thinking what I can do best

To make this man mine

 Forever

For my poor soul doesn’t know

You can never bind

A man’s lazy hunger

He would always pine

Till you can give no more

He will find his own ways

Leave you wondering for life

You will mourn, cry and curse

The day you fell in

Love.

Love is a game

Played by all without the rules

 lust and deception are still the same

We all play and don’t rest

Till it dies its own death.