In this city of dreams
Of Bright lights and pulsating sidewalks,
Splendid wheels and shining glass,
He walks by, oblivious to it all.
His eyes lost in the ground
Ever searching......
For that crumpled bottle to fill his bag
His hungry and poor gunny bag.
His shirt, a patchwork of squalor, filth and lost dreams
Callused hands and wind swept hair
Feet bare, cracked and withered
Hollow eyes shining with ravenous hunger
No dreams for him though
Perhaps a cup of tea and a stale bun for the day.
No hopes for tomorrow
For he is Atlas, born to carry the weight of the privileged
In this city of dreams
Of love, enlightenment and empowerment.
He is,
The Voiceless
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Was never a writer, far less a poet
Not even a fan of the written verse
Fighting my demons, my gloom
My life, a quagmire, a curse
Depression, the jealous lover
It doesnt want to let you go
Weaves its lies and stories
Toxic ***** it kills you slow
Floundering in the dark tempest
My boat about to sink
No buoy, beacon or light
A Life was at the brink
My pain put forth in confused lines
thoughts battling impending doom
Dark morbid verses,
Penned in dark claustrophobic rooms
And then discovered a haven
Of imagination, beauty and light
A place of beautiful lines and radiance
I grabbed it with all my might
I am much better today
The writing has set me free
i fly, an Icarus in the blue sky yonder
And I thank you all @ hello poetry
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
My ceramic heart
Trembles in anticipation
For the sound of her anklets
Upon my wooden door
The scent of Jasmine
Permeates my being
And i lie drunk
In her thoughts and dreams
Her smouldering glance
An ***** for my soul
Her enigmatic smile
Radiant as moonbeams
The iridescent firefly
Does its dainty dance in this magical night
Every pore of my being is alive
And i hear a soft knock at my door!
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
Walked passed the Patisserie today
My mind deep in thought,
Lo! They came in wafting
Clearly my nose they sought
I inhaled the sweet intoxication
Of fresh baked bread & pie
My destination was different
But my senses were on high
I stole a look at the counter,
the flaky pastry and the chocolaty eclair
A flood rose in my mouth
It was only but fair!
The delicious lemon ****
and the warm meringue pie
Desires in my heart and soul
That i just couldn't deny
So i paid my dues to the Devil
Settled for hot chocolate and sugar drizzled cinnamon roll
Destination be ******
I had just achieved my goal!
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
When we were children
Of age nine or ten
In a small town far away,
Life was simple then
No mobile phones we had seen,
Internet was never there.
Summers in the river fishing,
A childhood without care
We played gilli danda in the mud
plucked mangoes by the dozen
Monsoons meant wet football
Shivered gleefully in the winter season
Little boys in half pants
And girls in pigtails
Of visits to the circus
Making paperboats and catching snails
A simple happy world,
Of cozy Sunday lunch.
A game of carrom in the eve
Or music with which we danced
Life has changed a lot
For the better, thats what people say
All i know is that,
I do miss those golden days!
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
The virginal moon shines
Amidst the diaphanous clouds
Like an ageless nymph
She hides from her lover
The gentle waves ripple endlessly
A hypnotic song they sing
Myriad shadows in her *****
And the Ganga flows on her way
On his tiny boat
A little lantern burns the night
The lonely boatman
Sings in the lonely night
A song of pain and longing
Of a child pining for his lost mother
And the Gentle Ganga
She cries!
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC
The luminescent stars
Grace the inky firmament
Diamonds glistening in the night
And Quiet flows the River
Broad and mighty
A Boudicae, wounded in a million wars
And yet beauteous and kind
Gently flows She.
Her sacred touch rejuvenates
Graceful as Diana
She meanders amidst pain and strife
And flows ethereally
Oh Ganga, thy beauty is divine
The Baul sings
Oh Giver of life! Bless me eternally
And Silently flows She.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
Gently blows the wind
Like the caress of long lost love
I sigh with pleasure
Behold!
The languid moon
Weaves its tapestry on the forest floor
I tread on ****** paths
In the woods unexplored
Whose woods are these? I know not
Whose sonorous voice i hear?A siren of yore.
A midnight angel is nigh
I swoon.
And so this wonderous scene
Plays on in the magical night
Surrounds me in a beatific glow
And i awake from a dream so sweet.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Awake all night
Hark! The gentle silence
As calm as a placid lake on a moon lit night
My mind is at peace
As quiet dawn breaks over the eastern sky
Like the gossamer wings of the butterfly
The night slips away silently
My mind is at peace
The mellifluous strains of a distant flute
Gives way to the pink orb of the sun
And the world stirs to life
My mind is at peace
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
Ears flap in the wind
Overpowering fragrance fills the car
Smelly dog of mine
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC