Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
I'll be back my love
Its getting dark in here
And I am leaving for you
Are you waiting like me too?
The sun is hurrying to the west and
My shadow is getting smaller than I expect
My eyes counting the silence in the sky
It happens every time I say Goodbye.
Folding all my obscurity in my pocket
I promise-I'll be back,just keep looking
at the horizon, where out in Gray
the sun's kissing the shadow of the day.
Can you read between the line ?
Do you know when can I ripen the wine?
Dusty summer fields know it is true
that I'll send this green letter wrapped in blue...
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
I am temporarily passing through
this thin slice of space-time continuum,
Things appear and disappear like the
clouds in the sky with a rainbow.
Cant say whether I'll return
to the starting point again but
this travelling with myself is like
a never ending circles in still water.
Events are like the blinking stars in sky
but I can see the blank dots as well.
Cant make sure where I am staying right now.
Do I recognize me?I'm not sure.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
When you were a Tulip and I was a Red Rose,
I wonder how did that Red get me so close.
Now the Red is Grey and desperate to get back
the narrow stream where the ancient blood flows.
When you were my princess and I was your fool
I wonder sometimes ,how easily I could let you rule
my kingdom of heaven whose gardener cuts all it's
roses and denied the each lesson he learnt in school.
When you were the dream and I was the dreamer
the nights were young even when its close to dawn.
You used to disappear deliberately to appear again
but now I open my eyes and see you'v long gone.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
Since I didnt choose it,
I cant change it.
But there something bothering me today.
When things happen,reoccur,shape and
demobilize on a special day around you,
do you feel like changing the day?
And if you can change the day,
it will be something like you have
changed your birthday!!!
How does it matter anyway,
its all the same day right?
but then, why birthdays are so
special to us unlike the other days??
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 3:09 AM UTC
The Autumn is here again with
it's wind carrying the same smell
that once upon a time I used to
fly high on my imagination.
The Fibonacci sequence starts
giving me the same kick that
used to take me to the realm of
uncertainty over my belief and disbelief.
The sky has the same arrogant sun now
that once it used to remind me of me
and my honest love and sorrow which
I manipulated to get rid of pain.
Now I promise myself that I would
be the same again ,no matter who when
and how shattered this honesty with
the easy game called love.
My eyes will still carry the curiosity
My heart will still beat faster than I expect
The sunset will still make me feel sad
This autumn will still make me FEEL...
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
Tonight I bade him a good bye,
probably the coldest wishes
that a son can bid to his father
under this blue Autumn sky..
We both suffer from the Male Chauvinism,
and thats why we miss the cute little thing
called -Hug,which can melt the ice of even
the Himalayas and can meet the Sea.
I wish I could say that there are more
to hear than what meets his ears from the words
that I carefully choose for him and the cold
shoulders I give him in his hours of need.
May be I will never understand how does it
feel being at the other side but this much is true
that this sacrifice of holding back and hiding
the emotions will end one day out of the blue.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
Moments melting Blue in the canvas of silence,
This serene splash of loneliness,I save it in my heart.
The Blue wing of my imagination is getting deeper
And I feel I am being followed from the ancient time.
Then I stoop to myself to find out who is it
And all I hear is me and only me from long back.
Now I believe in my existence,these moments
with all it's silence told me so many things.
All it craved was some words from me,
Here I try to give some to it,can you see?
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
I know,in the world of hope and optimism
nobody is ready to accept the denial,
And You are not an exception dear lady.
But please take a sigh,let it go and
open your palm,stretch out your hand
and please try to understand that I
can not melt in your arms.
I am a Sceptic Sailor who gets afraid
of both land and storm as he got his moments
of bitterness from both these ends.
So,I appreciate your love you bestowed upon me,
but I cant rest upon your promised land,
I need to keep sailing and there's so much to see.
I hope one day you will understand this refusal
I hope one day you will appreciate this denial
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
With all his World pulling him back,still
He left for the other side one fine morning,
He was a traveler and that's the best he could be.
With hunger and thirst ruling all the way
he did not give up to seek something that
can fill his emptiness that he felt being in
the middle of everyone with everything.
With wandering eyes he saw the world like
a baby bird first opened it's eyes getting surprised
at every steps he took,everywhere he went.
But one day while wandering here and there
he met a beautiful girl somewhere at the corner
of the earth and immediately fell for her charming beauty,
her mesmerizing lips,her integrity and grasp over making
dull things into attracting events.
He spoke out his heart to her and started to get
closer and closer and he was reciprocated likewise.
Even she got drawn to him hearing his mind blowing
Stories of traveling the world alone.
Every thing was so perfect,but here comes the traveler
into act and defeats the lover and said to himself-
"Oh dear lover,I have still got to see so much world
around ,dont stuck to her.lets leave,thats how you started
from and thats what you are,make yourself free and
make the journey to the unseen,you can not stay with her"
With every possible love existing inside him,he
Chooses to go.He knew this could be his lifetime
spending with this lady but he has to leave now.
But the unseen world keeps more joy for him
than to sink into this never ending beauty, and finally
he decides to go.
I dont know whether they met again or not.
but I say when and how can a true lover
and an honest traveler co exist?
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC