Riposte Why the sun brightens our sky? or why there is a serene moonlight? there are always some reasons, but we always fail to undersand. And yesterday,when I met you at the crosslane, the same sun brightend my day ,and the moonlight kept me awake. On that night, You shimmered like the starlet in the skies, I followed you everywhere, even in your dreams But somewhere, I was still lonely waiting for you on that bennch,where you dropped your earrings in twillight. And today, When I crossed your casket draped in black, with the parish hymning His words of solace, in vain, my infallible mind tried to reason, the same lunatic night and the abberant sunlinght.
Archive for April, 2011
Riposte
April 22nd, 2011Humble Pair
April 22nd, 2011
Humble pair I heard someone humming, number from the sixties blues “These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you” then, every hour I wondered, the very existence of my life, where some passes the judgment and I am the victim of parasites. We always keep conning the colors, the colors of black, white and grey And then one day, abruptly we relaize there are ashes lying silently in our grave. Even in my dreams, I hear someone whispering the same lines again. Then, I try to snub the arrant mankind behind and relish the green pastures everyday. Still,my boots are lying in the shelf, With the same I distance many destined places everyday. And before I repose silently in my tomb, I wish to walk the world with the same humble pair again.
Tryst
April 22nd, 2011
Tryst For years, following the shadows on bleak terrain, I was stranded alone with my delusions and some piranhas in my mind. I heard thee,babbling some words belying my might. Even the plebeians, were righteously denied the breathes of liberated life. But, now in my autumns, marooned at the acme of my tyrannical journey, I remember, looking at my ceasing veins, the soughs of the afflicts, and even thy words of bane. Thee always endowed wisdom, but my eyes were cloaked by whims of domineering the realm. And now, when I retrospect again, I find the sapient light silently shrouding my might.
Predator
April 22nd, 2011Travailing under the dark skies,
she strolled through her realm.
with poise and the labyrinth mind,
Inhibiting the fathoms of night,
the silent steps galled her fate.
but still, she hounded the eternal land
trailing the laments of ape
and the fading cricket’s grime.
There, amidst the pensive woods,
she glimpsed the bevy
of the glistening eyes.
With intent she followed the glint,
and tried to abridge the famish mind.
Beneath the belligerent skies,
there the cervids stood unfazed.
some waited for the twilight to descend,
while some were predated by the fate.
With the slyness in every step,
she smelled the bracing air.
And when she drew near the grazing land,
she masqueraded herself
behind the shrubs of perennial time.
Then,after the long hiatus,
heeding the sound on the foliage
she flung the feeble in the air,
and clasped the antlers by her claws
and quivered the cervid till his last breath.
And then,
the dawn besieged the blemished night,
and she slumbered meekly on the dewy blade.
Every hour,
she waits for the same bleak night, (to descend)
and her eyes besets the insidious prey.
Poetry
April 22nd, 2011
I know ,Engraving some words on the warp,
the ink will soon precipitate in time.
Still, I continue my journey through these words
and cherish the bliss from every drop I embellish
Ah ! bliss I yearn ,
When I purge my modest slate
and carve my destiny everyday.
AUM
April 22nd, 2011
Om….Om…..om….. Each twilight, syllable defining death and life, resonates the pristine air around me. I hear the silent whispers of myriad souls, many of them are paupers and the few revered ones, purging their souls, some on banks of holy river, while many on other side of horizon, enthralling my mind and body. Every day, many reason the existence of their lives, erstwhile, for years even I marvelled on my being. But somewhere now I have realize this void of continuity, and like the humble stream of perennial rivulet begetting the incessant civilization around it, I embrace the elements of eternal reality. Some ruminates on the desire of liberation, while many stroll the distances in search of rhapsodic tale. Even I am a reflection of such vagabonds, but with the only treasure I inherit from ages, I repose my callow soul with the eternal bliss, while I embark on the new journey in tranquility.
Retropsect
April 22nd, 2011
How blemish is my fate? yester night, when stars embellished the skies, thee were by my side While I was far awake, meandering in my dreams. Even after the sweet toil that I everyday perceive, and ripe the fruits of my deeds Still I find myself incomplete Every hour on the wooden perch, parish sings thy praises, infants applaud thy mysteries, Still, they fail a glimplse of thee. And after days of stringing and unstringing life, my infallible mind was asleep when thee arrived. my heart fails to regret, not witnessing your light, But only wish I seek,like flute of a reed, always replete my life with thy melodies.
Silence
April 22nd, 2011Walking down the lane again,
I follow the silent grimes of the night
where every hour, I hear the same
silent woods,
runnel,
words,
rues,
anguish,
heart,
inflictions,
void,
and the same silent time.
Yearn
April 22nd, 2011Gazing the parched land
and then the hallowed skies,
With each hour,
I yearn to twine my gnarled fate ,
Even the crevices of this bleak land
now,laments for the new bracing life
Stealthily,
I had jaunted the foothills of every shrine,
and acceded to the demigods of frantic mankind.
Imploring for the source of enriched existence,
But even they strangled my amulets of time.
Still,
my dire eyes aches for the callow soul
conceived in the wombs of Mother earth for ages.
Every time, when the seared sun glistens the land,
I rue for the contentment of moist spirits in the air.
Now,
even the dearth languishes for the Elixir of life.
Alternative last two lines:
Every day, when the seared sun glistens the land,
I rue for the contentment of moist spirits in the air.
And when the darkness descends,
I cease my penance for the Elixir of life .
