in the shed
a snow shovel
kids use it for a baseball bat
of the snow chain
boat ready to float tomorrow
Along the lines of the straighter, darker trees in the wood
I walked along in the search for a reason
The reason for why I had a heavy heart and numb legs
Through which I could barely hold my trembling steps
Feeling, like I am in the 11th hour of my life
But the calendar disagreed as the clock chimed
Showing me that it’s still the spring in my life
And I find this paradox hard to believe in my sight
“Neither too far, nor too deep” warned the strings of the broken heart
There is no return, from the quicksand of memories of joy
And tears, which I shred all my life
Whether in the happiest moments or in the deepest regrets
So, now the dilemma clouds my mind
Whether to leave the cracks open or mend it
With the tools of my fragile faith and waivered consciousness
Only to see the structure turn into rubbles again.
As I sat down leaning on the white wall
In, the gallery floored with the wood of oak
I could still hear the footsteps of her dancing, with this nice old bloke
Drenched in the wine of the mystical love or was it the hidden infernal bane.
Staring at the dusk as the yellow turned tangerine
I was struck by the insight of my lost sense of esteem
And, I sipped my whisky a little this time
As I had apologies for the man that I have been in the past
I bear the guilt, holding my life so low
To be tramped over by the thoughts of misery and woe
And let that Scottish lass assay my pristine love
Which knew no limits as it wasn’t destined to know so
I beg for the forgiveness of my manly pride
Which roared like a lion in the jungle of life
But, I reduced it to a mere bleat of the shivering goat for slaughter
Just to keep my love in my sight.
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It’s the summer of my life, and the petals bloomed vivid and radiant
Animated was the world, and the dears galloped near the clear stream
The sunshine illuminated the path I treaded on
And the smile spread across my face as my life shined.
Now, the cold zephyr blew across my face
And the leaves fell down, and the twilight set a bit too early
The radiance of my life, felt like it was eroding away
As, now I stood in a park, waving my childhood that day.
And now, the breeze turned into a storm
Bringing in hail and snow, it seemed I had lost hope
My vivid image of blunt innocence faded away
As now, the winter of life had set through.
Desperate and distraught as my life phased ahead
I became conscious of the preaching of God
That life is a cycle with spokes of old and new
And, the wheel turns eternally, with no relief for you old sod.
So, I made peace with the wailing kid and bear my heart for the truth somewhere inside
As, now the storm in me has calmed because I grew up and became wise
Nothing is permanent and immortal in this realm of illusionary truth
As the grey veil of death was actually the source of the rebirth in a new form.
Sitting on the sand and glaring on the sun
As, it turned from its youthful yellow to age old crimson
And, its fury turning to calmness and love
I felt cold beneath, somewhere deep inside this heart.
I, pinched myself again
To see, if still feels
The numbing voices of the sacks of meat
And, the rushing monster of steel.
My heart, sunk itself in the ocean
To find the pearl of truth
And, to perceive the hidden secrets of almighty
Hence, discovering the age old truth.
As, the sun kissed the ocean
And, the light for one last time of the day, I still wonder
“Is it better to be a preacher, and dictate the fragmented and fragile lie
Or, be a monk, and walk on the way of truth which I designed.
Is it the lust of the heaven
Or the thirst of the earth
Why do you fall O’ rain!
Is it man kneeled to see you fall
On a parched land where the sun struck hard
Or, is it my lover’s dry lips, twisted in love.
You fall to moist
Do you fall,
Just to tease my heart
With broken strings and a lost bow
Like a violin ripped apart
What is your purpose O’ dear!
To fall and to watch me burn
Or to heal me through casting me in flames
Of love, agony and pain,
Tell Me O’ Rain.
Rain is just like something that revives and beautifies our soul as well as our mind. I think nature knows correctly how to kindle up the soul with the use of darkness.
Chains of Life
I was born breaking the chains
of the warm palace of my mother’s heart
Only to be chained again in the dark dungeons
of, the castle of glass called life
The castle of glass so fragile and weak
all it takes is a blow of the truth
to shatter it’s false might
But Alas! The prisoners of the castle
were the guards standing by
So, I ease myself into these chains
Which are now the part of my life
And, my soul is now frozen too cold to melt
By the fires of motivation and desire
Too dark and deep. Well so is life , you and me. We all fake that smile on our faces when our soul cries from inside shredded into bits and pieces.
Whispering a tune
behind your ear.
It took so long
to make you feel home
where I have a place,
Love can’t be measured
when we spent together.
Love is treacherous,
throughout our lives and until the end of time.
By the shore,
I can see
the waves moving in and out
what’s more, a sad remnant of me
Than a glass of wine filled and I lying empty beside it.
The soul breaks and the heart cries her name aloud. But since the world is deaf and cold i let my pen bleed and cry for me.
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Nights were dark, grim and cold
And the clouds invaded the sky
Extended till the horizon and the peaks so high
I wondered “If I ever would see the light?”
Life grew dreary and sceptic of the bright
As, the clouds poured, flooding my mind
With the thoughts of calamity and catastrophe, by the mighty
Angels of doom, holocausting the blissful residence of the soul
Besides, the gathered vivid dreams I lied
Too, tired and too old to resist and fight
And, now only prayers chanted from my lips
As everything which I once held dear, slipped
Living in the delusion, having drunk the intoxicating wine
Of false power and pride destroyed at the first sight of peril
And, too foolish to realise that we are mere pawns
In the game of chess between the God and the devil
Just a poem today, as i feel too calm to talk about anything else. So , i will just sip my coffee and watch it rain from the dark sky as i read yours and mine life.
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