Wednesday, June 30, 2010

A SALSA OF SEPARATION

These scampering pathways
Rushing through the wicket
Lining the bed of roses
Brushing past the bushes
Hiding in the thicket
Jumping by the stream
Heading into the green
Cruising under the bridge
Escaping the ridge
Dribbling down the valley
Running through the alley
Trudging up the hermit hills
Twisting round the old well
Twirling past the crooked bend
Will they ever meet again?
Dashing down their own way
If they ever loose their way
Will they call out for each other
To hold hands and stroll together
Towards their journey's end
Will they meet again?



AT THE END OF THE DAY

I feel sad
As the sun droops down
Towards the western shore
The sky blushes pink
The clouds laced in gold
Wander by asunder
The moon looms up
In pallid splendour
I feel sad
As the dusk deepens more
The day says good bye
Like an old friend
Parting
After years
Being together

AN AUDACIOUS ATTEMPT

I know oh my Lord!
I will have to leave behind
The wealth of my soul
Scripted in words
Woven in tales
Sung in lores

This is an audacious attempt because the essence of the verse is inspired by lines of a song by Tagore.

A VERY SIMPLE WISH

A dark, distraught, overladen sky
The whining, wistful wind moans by
The trees swaying to their hearts' delight
The birds are frantic in their flight
A hint of a long awaited Bohemian pour
I hope Nature will make us wait no more

ONE FINE AFTERNOON - WRITING A VERSE

Writing a verse is like
Discovering an old, dusty cupbaord
Shut for ages
Pushed away in callous neglect
To a dark corner of a cluttered store

One fine leisurely afternoon
In a sudden mood for spring cleaning
I chance upon it
Amazed, (I had almost forgotten it was there!)
I look for the keys
Finding none, I try pull it open
The boards creak and groan
But the door is so tight
It won't budge an inch
I bang hard
I struggle
It oscillates
Under pressure
As though about to shatter
In shards scatter
Suddenly the wasted hinges give way
The door hangs out, precariously sway

I look in curious
Its so dark inside
I rummage blindly
What do I find?
A jigsaw puzzle?
A cross word?
Words, syllables, letters,
Thoughts, feelings, emotions,
Lyrics, songs, dreams, desires
Some satiated
Some unfulfilled
Some perhaps heard
A few smothered
Hidden for so long
Closeted
I push and pull for sometime
A little cautiously
Savagely at times
I coax not too hard
Just a slight urge
Yet compel as well
An upsurge
Wells up
Lo! Like a splurge
They tumble down freely
Unguarded, unbridled
Like happy pebbles
They tremble
In earthy glee
A happy spree
Soon an avalanche
Slides down
The cascade spreads over
In candid cadence
On pure, pristine pages

I find myself in every
Stroke, curve, alphabet
Punctuation
Even in the lines in between
The gaps unfilled
Deliberately kept
Just like that
In joy of raveling
What is explicit not
I am there in every bit
Morsel and piece
I am lingering
Longing to be sought
Find me out
Read me
Speak to me
Hear me ...........
I may tiptoe
Into your heart
Unaware

NOSTALGIA - JUST TO SAY GOODBYE

The ravines of your eyes
Fathomless, bottomless
Hooded, a shroud of mystery
Forever, never mine
Lurks a mischief somewhere there
A poorly suppressed smile
Twinkles in the lashes
Plays hide and seek
Like the sun’s rays
A rainbow of colours,
Dancing on the
Shivering leaves
Throwing off waltzing, lusterless
Patterns on the side wall
Of my verandah
I sit in languid leisure
Watch the day traipse by
Measure by measure
The night prowling in
Innocent as an imp

I chase away the shimmering smile
The mischievous glint
Those yearns of unraveled pleasureful stints
Of ephemeral glimpses, perennial veil
I let swim past the glimmer of hope too
As aeon has passed by
When we met and parted
Wordlessly amidst a crowd
Of wandering souls
Now just a fading, ethereal sigh of
Remembrance torments me,
Tickles me at times
Like a call from faraway wilderness
Or a long forgotten tune
Like a child woken up from dreamful sleep
More like a stranger
Trespassing a foreign land
Stealthily, silently
Whispering a sshhhhhhh
In my ears fleetingly
Leaving a secret behind
For a moment
Or dropping a hint like a
Droplet of dew, weightless

A mute gesture of unspoken reality
“Don’t try to catch me, clutch me,
Clench me, cling to me, cajole me,
Caress me or hold me
In the crook of your palms
With delicate, longing warmth
Let me flow by
Let me row by
Let me swish past
Like a wisp of a mindless thought
I am just a song of the wandering
Gypsy, a breath of a breeze,
A homeless, helplessly happy
Prancing stream
A skulking shadow of the
Widowed past
A distant dream of yore;
I shall tread by
Softly leaving not a clue
Or footprints to follow suit
As time flees by, one day
You’ll wonder wistfully
Perhaps a little amused too
Where are those days gone?
When we had met and parted
Wordlessly though…………….”

The relics of the past buried
Deep in the heart wake up
From slumber
As night ambles in
With a moonless frown
And tortures me
In wordless speech
In soundless noise
In the stillness of echoes

Saturday, June 26, 2010

A POETIC EXCHANGE

A question was raised :

Prehistoric, fossilized
Under layers of unearthed civilization
There lies in seclusion
A monolith of
Dreams and Disaster
Waiting to rise above
The ashes
Like the Phoenix
Will you be there to witness
The upsurge?
The volcanic eruption of
Inflamed thoughts and
Turbulent emotions
Which refuse to remain
Confounded, dormant
Under age-old
Taboos, stigmas and
Conventions
Will you be there to
Give a hand
In silent agreement
Of what was
And what could not be
Therefore what is
And what will become of
What remains unexplored
Will you be there?

The answer :

FOR YOU............
This monolith of dreams
This relic of disaster,
Will prove to be the visionary
And will create a castle faster.
A castle that shall house
The echoes of the heart
The voices of the soul
And eruptions of the thought.
When like a Phoenix you rise
I shall hail your soar
And witness your voyage
With delight galore................

Obviously, the retort excelled the query