Experiment with Haiku !

in the shed
a snow shovel
kids use it for a baseball bat

a pull
of the snow chain
boat ready to float tomorrow

– Siddharth

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Truth On-Board!

Neither Too Far Nor Too Deep

 

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.

 

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Confession Time!

Apologies for the Past

 

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.

 

After reading you must have various types of thoughts. Share with me in comments!

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Poor Old Sod!

FROM COROLLA TO CRUST

 

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.

As the transition of season from warm summer to chilling winters takes place, our life also shows transition from sunshine to damped.

 

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Heat Up!

The Night Of Summer

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.

Continue reading “Heat Up!”

The Pluviophile Soul

 

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Tell Me O’ Rain

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.

Au Revoir!

Chains of Life

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.

 

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Tragedies of Love

Living by the shore

 

Whispering a tune

behind your ear.

It took so long

to make you feel home

where I have a place,

Right here.

 

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.Blog

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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The Rainy Day’s

The Rainy Day’s

 

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.50-rainy-street

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