A molecule of yours entered in me
And i changed as never before…..
All my beliefs in past
all I encountered until then
and all the notions I had
altered my outlook in life!
I wondered once atleast
if such a small molecule
In an invisible mode
is gifted to make wonders
in me with such pace
is it a miracle or a blessing!
Everything changed then on
eruptions within me showing up
emotions of disgruntled mind
eroding my sensibility too !
My heart transforming with
mind-blowing thoughts
with only love at its core
wanting to explore newer path!
If a molecule can do that
I wonder otherwise what could be ?
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
My sorrow is not glorious
My pain is not public
sorrow stays in
pain weeps ;
feelings swing
fears mushroom
eyes swell up
vision dims;
tears dry up
thoughts wander
mind clouds
moods mull;
words clutter
heart throbs
vacuum engulfs
silence lingers;
My sorrow is hidden
My pain is private
Its all of love
Its all of parting;
no meeting
no message
no contact
no chitchat;
Clock reminds
Dusk recalls
memories surge
heart lumbers;
Heaving seas
twilight afar
nights shimmer
Loneliness bog down !
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
The sea was full and angry
waves sweeping the shores,
bathing the sand and stones
rushing like gleeful children .
I ask the waters why this sudden flow
Echoes of waves still prattle in the ears
Pessimist in me unable to digest the reproach
my thoughts ponder over the truth.
As waves and tides swallow the shores yet again
children, men, women , buildings ashore
disappear curiously in galloping speed
crushing man’s dreams with demonic fear .
Huge concrete structures cropped up
Invading sea’s bay, shrinking it in years
Home of waters populated with human lives
and the wrath of seas grew steadily;
The repeated floods and drought signal
the curse and devilish thought of the deep waters
when Man greedily encroaches the home of waters
for his own survival and lifestyle .
Ignoring the need of sea to flow at its will
or invading its banks, ignites the wrath of waters
Tides and waves of the sea Rightfully fight and destroy
the enemy when its home is encroached or invaded !
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
With a broken wrist
on my right hand
due to a fall at a litfest in city
I staggered back on a Sunday noon
swelling, pain and fear ,
helpless to do anything...
then consultation, x’ray, surgery,
implant inside with a stout bandage,
a sling to announce my incapacity
as my bank balance drained.
dependency for every small thing....
shattered and desperate i sit .
not used for a such a state
my mind raising to tempers
whole personality changed
to irritation seeking loneliness.
and as mind was calm once
my left is fine it dawned...
my memory clicked pictures
of children and others , with no hands
at birth or mutated due to mishap ;
browsing the internet on laptop
got inspired; my left hand fingers started
typing on keyboard slowly and wrongly
determination helped speed with no mistakes
and after sixty days my first left handed poem
I dedicate to all those with various disabilities;
and surgeons, assistants and nurses,
others who helped to cope up in hospital bed
and family and friends kind enough to care
with constant dos and donts as i move around -
now with an arm band and a smile on my face!
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
In no mood now
to think of anything ....
In search of silence
and lonliness in dark ...
It’s a big vacuum
gushing inside
like a big wave
gulping everything
erasing everything
and then its just a vast
space of ugliness ...
darkness enveloping
all around silently
covering all filth...
All good thoughts
All bad memories
washed in tears
soaking the pillow
with grunt and hurt
every night brings
fears and angst
with no hope of
a better morrow. ..
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
My sorrow is not glorious
My pain is not public
sorrow stays in
pain weeps ;
feelings swing
fears mushroom
eyes swell up
vision dims;
tears dry up
thoughts wander
mind clouds
moods mull;
words clutter
heart throbs
vacuum engulfs
silence lingers;
My sorrow is hidden
My pain is private
Its all of love
Its all of parting;
no meeting
no message
no contact
no chitchat;
clock reminds
Dusk recalls
memories surge
heart lumbers;
Heaving seas
twilight afar
nights shimmer
Loneliness bog down !
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
Morning, good morning!
What a pleasant feeling.
Look out of your window sill
Birds chirping down hill
Rising Sun’s warmness
with an aura of happiness
Dewdrops on rose petals
Moisture on flower beds
Lanes with damp mud roads
Children waiting with bookloads
Men with their tools to workshop
Women with their bags to shop
Each in thoughts of their chores
Or in groups musing at jokes.
As the clock’s hands move forward
with the moving Sun overhead
Look out of your window sill
watch the changes downhill
All energy withered in heat
Life slows down in many a feat
The splendour of dawn faded
As the brightness of light invaded
No musings or jokes on road
None could stand the heat to hold
The empty lanes appear haunted
Silence pervading unhindered.
Look out of your window sill
Watch the Sun’s glare going still
If you enjoyed the day’s siesta
It’s a great blessing after the Fiesta
The evening’s glow at your doorstep
Spreading delight at each footstep
Look around for the actions of mankind
Adept in their chosen courses behind
With all the lives on earth in the swings
Singing the glory of Almighty on the wings
Oh! What a colourful day to consider
With lovely thoughts of you to ponder!
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
The days pass on fast
memories remain steadfast
to the empty times ahead
they stand as pillars hard
There are weakening moments
flashbacks drive out those moments
awareness eases the burden
memories become sweeter then…
The disheartened soul becomes sick
instances of past raises the memory’s wick
surroundings swiftly turn brighter
memories help nurture character
Life becomes worthy to live on
Hope becomes ladder to climb on
Wishes become horses to ride on
Memories become anchor to hold on…
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
Looking back
heart ponders over the past
which rolled over
year after year fleeing fast
the playful days
and months and years…
i remember those years
in joyful tears !
Oh! how i wonder
with an aching heart
would the dreamy days
of the youthful past
lingering on me every starry night
return to me ever bright !
Looking ahead
i fear what’s foretold
And i pray the days
never to be rolled
fleeing fast in months and years
for i know yester years weren’t of fears !!
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
Thy beauty and splendor
Awes my spirit
Jealousy creeps in slowly…
Memories of old love days
Awakens the inner soul
Heart sighs painfully…
And I wonder, What’ll I do to
Leave as token for my eternal love
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC