Friday, November 21, 2008

The Hard Way

Wandering in the by lanes of long forgotten memories
That one face comes back to haunt me yet again
Those piecing bright raven eyes
The sensuous lips, that sweet dimple
And all the other small nuances that probably only I noticed.
How carefree were those days,
Basking in the golden sunshine
Sitting on that special spot 
Waiting…
For just one glimpse pf him
If he would happen to go by.
Our eyes would meet, sparks would fly
But alas, none would talk to the other
Probably too shy,
Or maybe content to let things be as they were.
We both lived in our different worlds
Yet sometimes were, so strangely together.
For that one fleeting moment,
We were the only ones for each other.
Nothing else seemed to exist
No one seemed important anymore…

But like most things end up
Our sweet story too, had no fate
Nothing that could possibly happen,
No future to collate.
Just another ‘nice’ thing 
That happens to most of us one time or the other…
But don’t let every other ‘sweet’ thing just let go
Catch on and keep reeling till you’ve caught it.
It’s these small pleasures
That ultimately make life livable,
So be happy, and enjoy every small moment.
I have learnt my lesson now
And look for that someone special
To whom I’d say those three magical words…

The Venezian Spell

Wandering slowly away from life
An open eyed fantasy my eyes do see,
Swirling colours all alive in the water
More magical a night couldn’t be.

The fresh smell of the air fills me
With a curious joy and vitality,
Yet a peaceful calm is in my bones
And I can almost touch the serendipity.

The world seems to revolve only
Around my bemused vision, and
Twilight soars like an enveloping cloud
Cocooning all in its passions.

The romance completely surrounds itself
Taking me inside on a lighted beam,
The swaying boats rock softly
And, it feels like living inside a dream.

I fly afloat on surreal wings
The wind blows me gently away,
I connect with wishes deep down inside
And life seems so far away.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Sfumato

O clouds, now come over me
The light doth hurt my eyes,
It brings my shadows
Out into the open-
For others to see and pry.

I'm happy alone in this world
Of the dark and lightlessness,
Where what I hide
Remains a secret-
In the depths of silence.

Let them remain buried deep
The grey’s merging into the black,
No contrast to relieve
The blurring lines-
Nor the white to retrieve a track.

Come on over and bring the shade
And the rain too, if you must,
For I can see it, the
Shadows become clearer-
Sharper, they bite the dust.

Knight to G1

Anticipation is a wonderful thing
It makes me want to go out,
Face the world, and all in it
To reach the very thing I want.

The silent games- cat and mouse
Crossing and uncrossing again,
Eyes that play hide and seek
And nothing’s out in the plain.

I prepare myself to meet again
In my dreams and in reality,
Though the face off in person
Is way more than even eternity.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

September

On the eve of the upcoming white
A melancholy sweeps the air,
Marking an end to the warmth abound-
An ode to the passing care.

The golden leaves fall gently down
The clock striking them mime,
And the wind now plays in it's
Naked playground, louder than the chime.

The shadows get longer faster
But not yet fully dispelled,
They come alive with the autumn wind
To whisper in the tongue of the dead.

The nine strangers in a closing ring
Up to the knee in the dead fallen leaves,
With their shadows catching up on them
To burn up in, till the lees.

Three men in grey watch on silently
From the sidelines, they do not step in,
Nor partake, for now, in this fire of the past
Waiting for their turn, in time frozen.

The Masochist

The seasons have passed far and in between
But acceptance is, still never keen…

Reluctant but driven I revisit again
The dump of echoes still sharp with pain…

I didn’t know where I wanted to be
There was no light to guide, 
You went away and left me alone-
So why do I still pine.

The wind whispers your name to me
The strangers all have your face,
Dreams bring back the memories
I don’t want anymore to trace.

The time has passed swiftly by
Could be minutes or years,
I make no haste, but run the clock
To beat the droplets and my fears.

Head On

The water fights with the rocks
In a war to maintain territory,
And the sea horses with their white manes
Ride the waves to become free.

As I walk along the beach
With the sand between my toes,
The cold wind tries to blow me over
And take me away from my foes.

A distant figure in the horizon
Walks slowly on to come closer to me,
I don’t know whether to run and hide
Or to face this truth, finally.

So I choose to stay and fight
Confront my muse in the eyes- 
Of unfathomable depth and dark secrets
And the facts that need to face light.