Sunday, April 8, 2012

Awaiting

Wandering lonely in this dark night,

Eyes at the city lights

But seeing somewhere far away

Awaiting a star...

When eyes trace a horizon

Wherefrom alight may dawn

Awaiting the brightest sun

On this quiet new moon

I stand still as a rock

The moist breeze blows past

It cannot move me

It cannot fulfil my toil

A smile on my lips

No humour, no pleasure either

Just a burning hope

A waiting...

Today I shed no tear

Today I bear no sorrow

For all this had hardened me

Strengthened my heart to rock

Today I’m just awaiting...

Autumn

Like dried up leaves are shed down

When loved ones let you down

Only the green are held up tight

The yellow-orange are forgotten

How green and pure they used to be

When they swayed in wind

On that forgotten day

The wind never blows with them today

It just blows past the forgotten

Making fresh the wounds of time

And making moist the memories of love...

A poet's world

He sits in his world of delight

Thinks of all he wants to tell

His canvas, a plain page

His pen, his paintbrush

And when his pen paints colours of ink

He calls himself a painter,

The world calls him a poet

He paints every word with care

Like precious beads on string

Like jasmine flowers in thread

Sometimes his tears turn to ink

Sometimes his smiles to words

Some days he writes and cries

Some days he cries and writes...

Sometimes he writes in pain

Sometimes in toil

Sometimes with content

Sometimes with love

He writes of love and hatred

And of war the world suffers

He writes of kids licking ice-creams

And of families on holidays


He shares his world with the world

He shares his canvas with people

He paints his world

He paints his thoughts

He writes of what he sees

Of what he thinks and feels,

He shares the world’s joy

He shares the world’s grief

Not of diamonds and pearls he speaks

But of blooming flowers in spring

Yes, of dying and falling he speaks

But of rising again he writes...


Wind Chimes

They tinkle and jingle around my heart...

And like my heart they dance

Around their own subtle music

Across the small space between them and me

As they tinkle, my heart tinkles back-responding

And every tinkle of the wind chimes

Echoes around my heart

Strikes every memory and echoes back

Gives me pain, gives me pleasure

Gives me tears both of glee and grief

The howl of wind shatters them

They break down into pieces

Irreparable pieces of my heart

They still swing and dance to the tune of air

Giving their tune to my song

My song of life only they can hear

Their song of music only I can hear...

Friday, September 2, 2011

THE BEGGAR

He lay there in the dust

On the dirty road

In the clumsy street

Dry and crippled he looks

As if he has no hope to live…

Or as if he wants to die

He lay there by the park

On the footpath…

Just beside the balloon seller,

Who makes a penny or two a day

Thinks to himself – the cursed man

How happy his life’d be

If it were for him to work

A wave of hunger ripples through him

But, he can’t even beg today

He’s done this job all his life

Cried and begged and ate what was thrown away

But, today he burnt the hunger away

Today, all these years after

He shuddered for once

He “broke”, he lost for once

The heart that was brave just yesterday

Stopped all at once

The breath that kept him hoping

Vanished into thin air

This cursed life faded away….

But he still lay there

The beggar…

No friend to shed a tear

No family to weep at his death

Or to lit his funeral pyre

He lay there

Probably waiting for

The mother earth to

Swallow him into herself

Still the street is as it was

Busy as usual

But just by the park I see

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Sunday, July 31, 2011

CHANGE...

Through my balcony,

As i see the evening sky,

I struggle for words

To tell myself,

How everything had changed...

Just like this pleasant evening

Would soon turn into a starless city night...

To explain to myself...

Why i'd have to head,

From my own world of delight...

Into an indefinite future...?

Into the world i cannot see..

Into the life i cannot imagine...

The future i cannot wish for or dream about...

Like some dark abyss...pulling me into it

And me... desperately trying to pull myself out...

If this evening would never part from me...

If this place, time and events

Would stop forever...for me

If me in my balcony...

Writing at the tune of the nightingale...would never change...



Saturday, February 19, 2011

'MOTHER!'

"Mother... Mother", cries out my little heart
It needs your existence, your life
Why can't my radiant eyes
Search for my mother
Why can't they find her
Somewhere near me....
Why can't my tender fingers
Touch and feel my mother's presence
Why can't they hold her hand
For satisfaction, for relief
Why can't my little brain
Understand the reality
Why can't it get to the truth
That you are not with me....

When I cry out in anguish
When I shiver in the cold
When I panic in pain....
The pain of losing you

Where have you gone... Mother
Putting me in the nature's hands
Those hands I cannot feel
Those hands that I cannot even see

Why did you forget mother
That the only thing I know
And the only thing I understand
And the only one I love... is you

Oh Mother! I know now
I am brave, I am strong....
I feel your presence in myself
I feel your love in my heart

I promise to myself today
I'll come one day
When I grow up into a beautiful girl
To see you... to see us

Somewhere amidst your hard life
Somewhere in your messed up past
Somewhere I now it does lie
The eternal love you have for me....

(For hundreds of children who are being abandoned everyday by their loved ones and for the mothers who abandon their children driven by circumstances)