Smothering

  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

The longing!

Moonstruck, love driven,
I stand in front of the mirror
All dipped in the pool of narcissism, 
Facade so beautifully tidied up,
Not a tremor of pain visible. 
           Time sheds charm like a snake's skin,
           Hug and kiss poison with in me
           Mirroring my blurred contours
           I search for my shape
          A longing with an eternal wait, to fill
         The grooves that loneliness has made.
Unworthy through the eyes of men
I am no more
It is not me....

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.