Wildness....

A stretch of magnificence
Untouched and pure.....
Where songs of the nightingale
Awaken the day.....
With trees in a deep dreamless slumber
And the delicious lustre of leaves,
Fringed with the glistening beads of dew......
Where beetles immerse in their dewy sleep
Blanketed by the petals of flowers....
An inexplicable bliss
In the wordless melodies,
Of the winged beings.....
An ocean of colours,
Flooding the flutter of the butterflies.....
The delectable perfume of life
Diffusing into the purged air....
The rhythm of the unsung music
Arousing desires of rejuvenation......
An intoxicating thrill taking over the senses.....
Like a jump from the tallest of mountains...
Like the journey of an adventurous river.....
Like a playful race
With the golden beams of the sun....
A world, far away
From the deleterious human clutches.....
Where the essence of nature can thrive.....
Where virginal beauty takes a peaceful breath....
A spread of wildness,
There it lies...
Where the Goddess still survives....

Reflection...

A silently speaking piece of serenity
Reflecting more than just the countenance.....
Penetrating the very soul
Through the depths of the eyes......
The glass reflects her unmindful staring
At a world blurred with blankness
Speaking her heart out
In a language unspoken......
She looks at everything
And nothing so clear.....
She loses herself in some deeply buried moments
Searching the reaches
Of that empty treasure box......
A thoughtless smile for the golden memories
An unnoticed tear for the shades of grey
Taking over the myriad of colours in her life.....
While her reflection enhances
The mystique of its subject
With some fading bluntness......
Its transparent tranquility
A contrast to her tormenting complexities......
One careless glance
And she sees the beauty in her reflection
The beauty, that lies within.......
The weeping eyes fill with a promising comfort
The warmth of the smile overwhelms
As her very own reflection
Rejuvenates the lifeless spirit
A mere glass teaches her the essence
Of living in the present
A simple reflection.....an elixir of life.....

Unspoken Bonds.....

I stand here yet again....
Looking at that familiar face
In my reflection
I smile and say
"I love you for what you are"
And she smiles right back at me
Happily saying the same.....
I look into those eyes
A sparkle I see
Which had been lost
Over the seemingly unending time
Lost in understanding
Where I was
Why I was what I saw....

Not too long ago
I saw a silent soul........
A frowning face, those spark less eyes
A broken heart
And decaying confidence
Failing to recognize herself
Amidst a crowd of faceless strangers.....
She stood right here
Staring at someone
Who had lost a countless times
In the game of life.....
The mirrored image failing to please her mind
Unanswered questions
Haunting her day and night
Like running aimlessly in the wild....
Meaningless tears and thoughtless hours
Wasted,spent in vain
Yet identifying herself
Was for her,an unbearable pain
Knowing not where she headed
She felt,"Its time I quit the game
Coz no matter what
I am destined to lose
I never did win this play....."

Yet as she turned away
Without thinking about a last try
A quiet call stunned her
"Are you going to die?"
She turned back, and he stood there....
A someone she barely knew
A little too scared
A little too shocked
She knew not what to do
It came again and sunk into her
"Are you going to die?"
She nodded a yes, firmly this time
But did not look into his eyes
"You will not do this
You are hurting me,don't you know?" he said
She stood there lost more than ever
For now,she realized how many she left behind....
"You can't do this to your friend", he said
And quietly her path, he led
To a new world, where the lost girl
She could never find.....

And yet again I stand here today.......
Pondering where I left that girl
How I came all this way....
I have nothing to give to that smiling face
No grateful words to say
He will always be someone,that tranquil soul
For whom I can't thank God enough....
All I have for you my friend,
Is just a little heart filled with love
And as with passing days
I grow of you,more fond
My heart cheers with happiness and fills
With respect for our unspoken bond......


Dedicated to one of my best friends...

The Marriage Of Celestial Souls...

The inky depths merging with the blue folds
As the skies get painted in those lovely bright shades....
All set to be adorned by the bride.....
The herald of the day settling to tame her golden curls...
A chuckle and a rosy blush....
As the playful winds tease the child in her....
While she braids the beams with the fluffy clouds
As fresh as the first daisies of Spring...
She shines with a sinking sadness
As the time comes to bid adieu to her kin.....
Oh,the excitement bubbles though!
He must be on his way...
Borne like a king
By the soldiers of Night.....
In his fondness for her beauty
He brings the stars along
To see her glowing countenance
Bejewelled with those precious diamonds.......
A deep breath she takes
And nestles in the embrace of her mother........
While the birds sing the wedding melodies.........
The breeze giggles and whispers to her
The gurgling river just reflected his face!
He must be there, my dear Princess!
She smiles silently....
As the celebration of the dusk announces his arrival....
The tides grace his path....
It's time,for a majestic union of the lovers...
It's time, for the marriage of the celestial souls....

The Shadows....

The anxiousness of a forced silence
The quiet trembling of the calm....
Those familiar footsteps
I recognized everywhere.....
With the boldness of a final retreat....
I wish to raise my hand and stop
I hope to get that last glance
Yet all I get in return
Is the last loving sight of that silhouette........
As I feel myself sinking
Into the depths of the ocean of night.......
No one around to save my drowning body
Coz the lights are out
The last flame flickers in the wind......
The wax melts away with my life......
I jump at the memory of the touch
I taste that salty syrup of sorrow
A desire to give up
The tormenting tolerance.......
An imaginary summon
To my long lost friend.......
And the comforting loneliness
Feeling the scars of my corpse....
I shut my eyes to keep away
The pain of visualizing those moments
Like a rose with its petals ripped off
I am naked to the violent winds....
A helpless attempt to awaken my dead voice
The noiseless screech out of agony.....
The raging storm now stands victorious
Scratched and stung, yet a wounded numbness
Like my soul being revoked
I stand defeated
Wondering senselessly
At my serendipitous survival......
As my world lies demolished
I lie, abducted by the scavengers
In the sanctum of the shadows......

Am Still Wearing My Shoes.....

The world goes round
The living move towards a larger life
Progress takes another step
But I am still wearing my shoes....

Competition takes a wilder shape
People make wiser moves
Power takes over the powerless
But I am still making up my mind....

Violence silences the forgotten peace
The helpless cry in the blazing inferno
Tyranny reigns with its fatal carelessness
But I am still learning to speak....

The heartless break a few more hearts
The soulless demean a few more lives
The faceless mislead some more of the innocent
Yet I am still determining my path.....

A day will come
When I'll rise above them
When the needy will have the saviour
They insanely fantasize day and night....

I'll strive to enhance the potential
I'll work my way through these difficulties
But it will all be done on one fine day
Which tends to seem far away...

Will they survive through this haul of nightmares?
Will it not be too late?
Will they get another chance?
Or will they have to wait?

A silent wish, that it won't be too late...
A hopeful dream, that they will wait...
Coz am still yearning
To exist, to stand and stand out....

Being Me....

Each new day dawns with a smile
As I set to walk on the same old roads...
Like the same old me...
I see the smart
Admire the wise
Laugh with the witty
And ignore the foolish...
Yet not a change penetrates my soul...
Why, I see a someone in me...
That someone, who struggles
To see the unseen...
That someone, who enjoys
Dreaming the unknown...
That someone, who knows...
Why insanity is a virtue...
The child like laughter
Is a treat for herself
When she is happy...
A silent tear while swallowing the pain
When her world just seems, to tumble down...
Yet courage it takes
To rebuild it again...
A new cornerstone every time...
An inexplicable trust in that God
She believes to have in herself...
A positive look with the hope
That life will be fine....
Its all she strives for...
Yet sometimes, she weakens
Sometimes, she falls...
But a true spirit it takes
To lift yourself up...
To look at the ruthless world...
With your head held high..
"I care not what you all think of me"
Is all she tries to hold on to
And all I know, is she succeeds...
With that silent, loving smile on her face....
Rarely seen,
Yet with a truth unspeakable...
Yes, I adore this someone I see...
Oh yes! I love being me!