28 Jun 2011
The Bell
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as the deep, unruly
casts me deep
into the depthless
swimming, barely
in bare waters
bearing the tumult
who will reach
the placid shore
i.alive or i.dead?
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as the first rays
of the mighty
the malevolent sun
wooed the day
(yet another day)
darkness gave way
to light that would
flirt till dusk
yet, from beatific light
to blinding darkness
life, for him, moved
in a mean moment
(terse as silence)
the restless heart
ran behind her
to woo, to stop
and as she went
she took his all
he stood still, light
as a feather, for
he went with her
(yet, he stood alone)
feeling crushed under
the unbearable lightness...
(abridged)
(*thanks to Milan Kundera)
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stiff and young
the pillars
huge and august
rising into the sky
adorned the corridor
and, as i walked,
light and swift,
smiled along
dance in my step
song in my heart
i walked past
the pillars
as beside walked
she, my world,
in hues stunning
black, red and white
dancing tresses, dark
music in laughter
whispers sweet
and joy of heavens
in her eyes, beautiful
hand, tender and loving,
in mine, seeking,
hasty and blithe
dance in my step
song in my heart
did i walk
past the pillars
that, with years,
aged, as i did,
into stones
weary and stoic
at the dusk of life, now
jaded and sullen
as i walk past
the pillars grim
i walk alone, musing
of memories unparted
precious as love
and of dreams undone
i walk past
the pillars sombre
and a life done
walking ahead in space
but i wish to
walk back, once,
back in time!
oh! if only!
languid and old
the pillars
dull and defaced
sinking into the floor
saddle the corridor
and wring my heart
with echoes, unfading,
of times, dear and distant
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Splash it does
On the window
As you stare
Frozen and blank
It slides, fleets
And dissolves
As time and life
Fritter away
Splash it does
On the window
As you stare
And blink not
At times gentle
Balmy and candid
As the smile
Of a baby
At times violent
Devoid of mercy
As the fire
Of wrath
At times quiet
Stealthy as whisper
Armed with calm
Of the woods
At times dreary
Cold as death
And dark as
Depth of gloom
Falling from heavens
Where your dreams fly
On to this Earth
Where you belong
Splash it does
On sand and rocks
On flowers and grass
On glass and faces
Splash it does
On the window
As you stare
Frozen and blank
With dabs tender
Reveries it stirs
It spares the glass
But breaks your heart
And it slides, fleets
And dissolves
As time and life
Fritter away
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on this path
strewn with his dreams
her nimble feet danced
with steps soft
deluge of joy
rained from the heaven
soaking the lonely heart
in boundless love
rapt with glee
the soul heard life speak
the promise of bliss
in whispers mute
clasp of hands
was a walk on clouds
a life so rich before
never he felt
eyes so serene
and face most beautiful
no music more melodious
than her laughter
soul a fragment
blessed by her glances
and her silken touch
made now complete
the ecstatic soul
drunk to absolute brim
with her words most sweet
indeed, most sweet
lush with blooms
was the garden of dreams
and he knew no world
else than her
odes to love
that defied the world
sang the fleeting time
and ceased quite
fate most vile
and a god utterly mean
alas! helpless he watched
plunder of dreams
tears in eyes
agony in the broken heart
pain extreme shall haunt
every moment hence
who would believe
here was a precious garden
that now is barren dust
with memories yet
hapless the soul
longing for hers, with
pangs of the aching heart
aflame in love
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The land barren
Baked dry in summer heat
The solitary tree
Unseen by rain in ages
The forlorn bird
In the middle of flight
The empty nest
A home reduced to ruins
The blistering Sun
On the edge of the horizon
The cloudless sky
Gloomy in hues of dusk
The singular path
Untrodden then, now and hence
The fallen leaf
Bare to the trampling step
The red of Sun, the blue of sky
The brown of land, the green of leaf
All of them on the canvas together
And yet each of them numb and alone
Riot of color on the canvas white
But none has seen the missing hues
Save the painter, young and dreary,
Whose heart beats at uneasy pace
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Grain by grain
Slips the sand quick
Beneath the feet
That, jaded and adrift,
Walk to nowhere
With each step
Deeper the feet sink
Into the sand
That, eager and mean,
Yields sans care
Fervid like fire
Blows the blazing heat
From the Sun
That, fiery and aloof,
Derides the fare
Rugged and grim
Rests the stolid tread
With the grit
That, hard and biting,
Does the feet pare
The aimless path
Desert sand without pity
Spur the fetters
That, hungry and candid,
Stifle to tear
Grain by grain
Slips the sand quick
Beneath the feet
That, pale and cracked,
Walk to where?
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There's a brook that I sit by
Its waters flow in glee
They greet in rush and run past
And before I wish back, flee
They smile, they tease, they beckon
To the blue expanse of the ocean
They say they will take me
Where they can play for good
I sit, I stare, I watch
In silence, somber and unamused
At an hour beyond cheer and gloom
I only see them come and go
All is quiet in the eastern sky
The western is all but quiet
Unquiet are the birds and the woods
And quite unquiet is my heart
And at the stroke of dusk
We drift - the waters and I
The waters that never become still
And the heart that cannot be stilled
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Solitary wanderer am I
On an aimless stroll
In the lonely woods
Dark as night
Shimmering in the light
Of my precious love
Hapless soul
Rendered helpless
By an infallible stroke
Of the sword of life
Unfailing precision
Precise my failure
Merciless look
Expressionless
Staid face of fate
I wonder. I ponder
Would I be
(Un)forgiven?
A surfeit of feelings
Wary of words
A deluge of questions
With answers none
Sink my soul
And wring my heart
Who has heard
The wailings
Of a pining heart?
The wailings
Of a pining heart
Who has heard?
Alone my soul is not, though
For, she walks along
She. My soul-mate
My life, my love
And yet,
Yet I seek her
Ironical it is
The mind says
The thinking mind
Beyond irony it is
The heart says
The feeling heart
Unrest becomes me
Moonless, the night
Joyless, the tread
And I remain
Restless. Listless
Aimless. Lifeless
O, who has heard
The wailings
Of a pining heart?
The pining heart
And its wailings
(Un)heard
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