Let’s get lost

Am, I lost in the woods of world?
every leaf seems new and ever trunk unknown
and the path, uneven and wet from rain
It sinks me and draws towards it’s core
rather than sail me

But sail me where?
and why?
why shouldn’t I lie here in peace
or swing with the chimps and eat sour grapes
smelling the blossoms in the wild

So, should I tread or rest
let life sweep me in her force
and just for once
cherish the journey
rather than pitching for the end

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The frost has set

Glass freeze as wind draws her art
cris-cross hairy lines, alleys and streets
and the snow falls from dark clouds
bathing the shivering men and cattle’s alike

Charcoal lights the flames as old men sit by
smoking their pipes and sipping the vintage bourbon
sitting in a dirty old pub, where men have gathered
as Christmas eve has knocked by

Smoke fills the air as the engine coos
mothers, wives and sisters attired in their best
to embrace their son’s, husbands and brothers returning from war
some smiling and some overhauled

Now the frost has set, as families rejoiced
for the dinner and supper
but I have no one to love or despise
so I sit beside the burning oil till my ink dries.

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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.

 

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The Beach

 

I walked on a moonlit white sand beach

Which the ocean claims to be its part

And land describes it its own heritage

I, feel the beach is torn apart

 

Torn apart between the shallowness of sea

And the greed of the ground

And between its own greed

To be a part of both mother of pearls and fertile land

 

So, it still lies between the two, shrinking overtime

As the land has left it for the sea to play its part

Till, all the sand castles are washed

And it’s existence is lost.

 

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Pond Life

feather weeds stoop and sway as autumn
exhales caressing the basins placid skin

strider troops march dutifully
across the liquid tarmac while
bands of dragonfly couplets maneuver in
flawless aerial display

minnows breach and clap the surface

warblers chip and buzz in rapid exchange as
wrynecks prod and extract
insect delicacies from fractured tree limbs

cane toads croak belligerently
extricating grasshoppers from their
grassy homes

abstract patches of grays and golds
spill through conifer spines
caressing tufts of
bluegrass toupees

autumn smiles warmly on
natures urban sprawl

 

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Kiss of Bliss

Kiss of Bliss

 

Grey and dark they floated up the hills

vapours and smoke dark as night sweet

filled with the wine so aromatic and sweet

stolen from the cellars of paradise it seemed

 

It thundered its presence to the heaven

and to the mortals in the ground

as it dripped and streamed the pearls of joy

fulfilling the wishes of the earth after her long cry

 

So, I stand witnessing this mystical romance

As the poetic lover bathes her beautiful lass

Both naked and drawn in love

For their bodies might be different

But their souls were one

 

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The Fate of the Beach

The Beach

I walked on a moonlit white sand beach

Which the ocean claims to be its part

And land describes it its own heritage

I, feel the beach is torn apart

 

Torn apart between the shallowness of sea

And the greed of the ground

And between its own greed

To be a part of both mother of pearls and fertile land

 

So, it still lies between the two, shrinking overtime

As the land has left it for the sea to play its part

Till, all the sand castles are washed

And it’s existence is lost.

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This dilemma of beach of unspoken and unheard by the sheets of meat which run over its leftover ruins.

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The Monsoon Winds!

So, she is finally here. Noooo!! not a Lass or a Dame flaunting her superficial colors over the park .I am talking about the rains.Here in the subcontinent we call these winds which bring in the water to the thirsty land as “Monsoon”.Such a beautiful and soothing name isn’t it.Love it.

So,Finally the Rains have begun,and I being  an emotional typewriter has started to spill my ink all over my blog exemplifying it’s beauty and expressing my gratitude to it.

But who does not love dark skies , cold zephyr and the green and rejuvenated nature all around.It’s like the God’s Gift for an Atheist ,isn’t it.

Monsoon soaks us all in the most spiritual feeling of all.It turns up the artist is us.So bloody hell! stop complaining about the puddles and the insects and pick up your pastel,pen or charcoal and just let your heart flow over .Monsoon does have a special bond with me! I like it’s damp and wet weather.

 

So now here is a small tribute ,to one of the most calming and beautiful forces of nature as I dedicate my creation to you beauty!!

 

 

THE MONSOON

 

Standing, in my balcony as I sip my cup of tea

A gentle, cool breeze swept touching my skin

Evaporating all my melancholy and glee

As I turned over a new leaf again.

 

Dark clouds, gathered in the heaven up above

To, wet the tree and the earth

And, the ships that sail in the sea

Extinguishing the flames of anguish and desire, sunk in the heart deep.

 

And, now the drizzle began, quenching the thirst

Of every perishable man on earth

As the god thundered and bolted the light

The earth welcomes the monsoon with joy.

 

The rain and the wind display this art

Of spiritual blessing and rejuvenation, in the gods part

And, I stand now, on the field, drenched from head to toe

As my arms are now spread, soaking the beauty from its every stroke.

 

So,Pick up your caffeine,Wrap yourself nice and tight and fall in love with her winds again!

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Till then. DASVIDANIYA !!