Darkness creeps in
A reminder to us all
Not everything shimmers in sunlight

icy particles
deep in the snow
flurry of rain
gusts of wind

to me
you are so beautiful


1.
Deep beneath the tiers of rock
He found within the earth's cavity
A substance akin to wax
Collected enough to carry armloads
And *protected it from sun.


2.
Once outside again
With feet upon the ground
He set to work so feverish
And sculpted a humanoid shape
This figure unknown to him
Yet, guided by some unseen force
The dimensions became distinct.


3.
Once done, he sat back to look
And nearly recoiled in shock
He thought he almost recognised something
But it just couldn't be
It just could the hell not be!


4.
He reached forward to make sure he felt it
Sudden presentiment untimely
and with thoughts assailed
He reached forward to touch
But it appeared he was afraid....


5.
When he touched its ***** gingerly
He found he couldn't let go
Then, he felt the winter sculpture gain a presence
Which had but been there all along!


6.
It seemed to be eclipsing his mind
And it felt so delicious
He felt the fingers of its thoughts
Pressing into him
Digging hard
Exploring all his patterns...
Making such strong and heady waves
And leaving him stunned and reeling!
Ideas turning into windmills, racing on
It touched his lost dreams, assuaged his fears
Made him realise so many things....


7.
What was this?
What is happening?
A figure twisted out of wax
Having such sudden control?
Yet, he was afeared that it would melt
So he kept it close to cold
Making sure no-one ever saw it
Nor even touched it.


8.
Months rolled by and he discovered
More life-like features on this thing
And when, the winter rolled to a close
He fretted so much and wrung his hands
Concerned for its survival.


9.
Yet what he failed to see
Was this mere figment of wish...
A kaleidoscopic fragment of himself
Projecting so powerfully.
He was often restless afore
Without really understanding why.

And with this 'new' presence
Helping him see what he needed all along
He found some release in toppling from reign: old, deep struggle.


10.
Snows melted and rain stopped
Sunrays still tame and people came
Icicles on the eaves dripped, like tears.
He dreaded the fierce rays would blister
All this hard, deserving work.

Yet, he always willing let things go before
He wouldn't let this go.
He couldn't.
So, he battled rather valiantly to save it
Yet, in vain.



(Well, he needn't have worried
For, as the sun blazed ridiculously hotter trails
Across the way
And fate saw he was willing to let go...
To understand, to finally see....
And then,
His translucent figure...started melting....

And there,
right before his very incredulous eyes
Out of it, stepped.......  

gasp!

The impossible....)







sun may shine
upon the earth
yet, I will see you always
in every sphere

to me
you are so very beautiful





S T, 06 June 2013

Even if it rhymes incidentally,
You still don't have to care.

After all this is just another poem,
And poems don't need to rhyme.

Some people won't find sense in a non-rhyming poem,
But it's as though I cared if they even read my stupid ones.

Now it seems you get similar feelings about the world incidentally,
But hey, you need not feel yourself alone as there are other poets too.

And if by any thinnest chance you still feel lonely in the world of poetry,
Then look up to the one who might have introduced you to HP like I do.

I offer you my hand;
you take it.
& I lead you down to the blue ocean floor,
where all the eyes of the storm are on us.
They whisper winds,
newly born sounds dressed as colors,
but that does not bother us.
We are lost in each others presence;
Lost to the world within & without us.
Lost...
& yet found.