Saturday, April 21, 2012
Shades of the Sky
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
He lay there in the dust…..still to herself
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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...