Wednesday 11 November 2015

Traveller's tale

A traveller from distant land.
I pass thy world full and grand.

Treading the tiring path alone.
I go along in a solemn tone.

On the way, I cross the fields of life.
Places where thorny bushes run rife.

The soul bruised and full of wounds.
Terrified of wolves and barking hounds.

The bright alluring light of towns.
The glittering smiles and the dancing clowns.

Inadequate, they are to cave me anymore.
I want to break through this tiring chore.

Faces here are so deceptive.
Evil feels ashamed and defective.

The hard souls know how to plot.
Truth when it suits, else lies a lot.

With eyes sore and ears tired.
I pace along broken and retired.

As a passing moment, a gasping breath.
Racing towards its certain death.

As I fade away, watch my trail.
It discloses an interesting tale.

Tale of a traveller from a distant land.
Who passed thy world full and grand.

Saturday 12 September 2015

Whispers of life

What is Life if not a palette colorful
Moments bright, joyous and also painful

Days fall in and the nights wear out
Leaving the age line tall and snout

Down these years, soul didn't age a bit
For every era it just found it's fit

Long I felt, the soul is shackled at some place
Where memories cling around, and also each face

A joyous reverie and so a nightmare
Every shade eager to get its share

That what constitutes me is not the bone and flesh
But all experiences sieved through life's fine mesh

Is the world truly huge, or a little tiny cell
Where your soul is chained, and your memories bell

Where am I, If not inside me
Within the bars as alone as can be

The escape is not there, for there is no door
No windows, or the walls that you can bore

What is needed are the wings of fire
Those that do not pain, nor least tire

Flapping hard and singing hopeful rhymes
Seeking happiness amidst ringing chimes

The soul may then rise, and the shackles fall
Ceiling disappears and the walls flat all

The whisper was always there
For You to hear and set the flare

You wonder who am I, where do I stay, and why
I am You, Your soul is where I lie, only to live and die

Sunday 23 August 2015

The joy of little things

Wasn't the mountains, but pebbles I desired.
Those which hands could grab, without ever feeling tired.
Wasn't the ocean, but few drops I desired.
Those which palm could hold, feeling little admired.

The joy of little things is what I desire.
A little wood and a few sparks of fire.

Wasn't the winds, but few breaths I desired.
Those which soul could feed on, feeling alive, not retired.
Wasn't the tides, but few waves I desired.
Those which feet could stand, without need of being wired.

The joy of little things is what I desire.
A little wood and a few sparks of fire.

Wasn't the words, but feelings I desired.
Those heart could get warmth of, without feeling mired.
Enough to light the night for me.
Is little love, affection and tranquility.

The joy of little things is what I desire.
A little wood and a few sparks of fire.

Soul speaks to soul with silence.
Wordless, the language of magnificence.
Hands in hand are just an expression.
The flow of love is an invisible impression.
Thanks God, for it's with little things.
Thou captured joy and it's wings.

The joy of little things is what I desire.
A little wood and a few sparks of fire.

Sunday 2 August 2015

Raincoat

Waking up to a rainy day, was a delight of its own.
Morning greetings of joyful clouds and that charming tone.

The scene from my hazy window was some dream.
Greeting and calling was sky's thunder and scream.

The deep green trees were happy and gay.
The pouring streams too were bright as jay.

I searched my closet deep down it's throat.
And there it lay my lovely Raincoat.

It's wasn't just a Raincoat, but a cherishing gown.
Symbolic of natures play and sky's cloudy crown.

I grabbed my boots and wandered deep down the road.
With waters rhythmically beating down my abode.

I looked behind to see the hazy past.
The rain had draped it all so fast.

The lights far away looked washed out.
Trying to play with me through my doubt.

The future on the road too had a similar haze.
But where I stood was truly a beautiful maze.

It taught me to enjoy the gift of the present.
Those varied emotions and aroma's ascent.

Every moment was truly a hope afloat.
Me, the rain, and that beautiful Raincoat.

Saturday 27 June 2015

Enchanting romance

Finally had an outing with moon tonight.
Yes I knew woods too had a right.

The noisy gushing waters did complain.
For I was the new one and their privacy in vain.

The gentle breeze against my hair, like her slippery fingers through.
The sweet scent of air, like her musk pure and true.

The silvery light on every side, like the embrace of my bride.
Feeling inert as I drowned in the pool of her virgin pride.

The shy twinkling stars take their turns to glance.
Each one trying to savour it's own chance.

The light of this lamp did have a calming effect.
I kept searching as I stared, but there wasn't any defect.

How in the midst of clouds did it celebrate its charm.
They left it every short while, though without any harm.

Yet its solitude did not cast a melancholy.
There it lay shining with utmost serenity.

How has it learned to control its emotions, I beg my Lord may I learn.
It's grace and composure is what I yearn.

When I see the lights of this world, ugly is the way they shine.
Like pincers they hurt thy eye and never benign.

But unique is this heavenly lamp and it's light.
Calm, composed, tranquil and pure delight .

Sunday 31 May 2015

I see your face

I went to the country side, in the woods untouched... I followed the trails of sweet pure air...
They lead me to an edge, which was of a hedge... rising and caving towards the blue sky...

I climbed and climbed to reach its boldness ... but never did I tire on the way along...
surprising though, some energy of divine filled me to the toe...

On to the crest with a breath ever so controlled... what I saw was a group of daffodils...
How in the air did their necks twiddle...

I looked in the face of one amongst them.. though it took me some time...
To get Your aura.. to get Your style...
Yes I know You...
You must be Her...

Its purity was such.. I dare not touch...
I just kept it watching in my repose.. never had it been so easy to compose...

But my fingers did revolt.. slowly they moved to feel its face...
Yes that velvet touch was what they desired...

Before they could ever succeed, get that touch of heavens unleashed...
There I lay in my bed, with all my face in peace...

A ray or two gleamed in through...
I rushed to the window to see where I was...

I was in my room.. but never had the sunlight been as this...
With a right ever so undeniable, trying to hug me with all its warmth...
How could I deny this love.. this affection...
Yes I know You...
You must be Her...

In a wish , so foolish.. based on a hope as wild as can be...
I leaped to the other side, to get a different view...

As I hurled it wide open ...
God ! It was some other world...
There was no sun this side...
It was all breeze and clouds, as heavy as any...

But they were not short on romance though...
The tiny droplets of a sparkling rain, all ready to play with me..
I could feel Your naughty mood.. Your kiddish attitude...
Yes I know You...
You must be Her...

You surround me everywhere... in the sunshine, or midst a tempest...
Searching for certainty, I can feel, yes Your hand in mine...

With a fear of ever failing You...
Your head on my shoulder is a mountain so heavy...
Yet when you look up to me in my eyes, I get that strength...
Not from myself, but from the trust you put in me...

Is this a dream.. just a dream.. I wonder...
Nay.... I know this dream...
Yes I know You...
You must be Her...