in the core of darkness

June 22, 2012 at 12:25 pm (connected, darkness, fear, forgiveness, freedom, hurt, life, lost, memories, nature, night, past, peace, Poetry, trust)

This familiar whistle of the summer breeze

And with it the gush of memories

I relive them all, and as I fall

Into this eternal darkness of the night

I feel at ease, almost like home,

A comfort in the absence of light

As it opens its long black wings

In silence, my solitude sings

Songs that only I know, songs that I adore

The stillness of the night seems to play

Music, more soulful than any hum of the day

And in its embrace, I weep like a child

For I find solace at least for a while

It holds all my secrets, all my fears

Without judging, with no complaints

Strokes my hair, wipes my tears

As I hold on to that tiny thread

Uncertain of what lies ahead

A series of pictures runs through my mind

A black and white album from a different time

The present, however has a lot of grey

I hold on begging it to stay

With every plead, it moves further away

The  harder I grip, the more it slips

And I am left back in the arms of darkness

Yet I long for what doesn’t belong

To me…..

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letting go…

June 20, 2012 at 1:58 pm (forgiveness, freedom, hurt, injustice, life, lost, love, memories, past, Poetry)
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I forgive you…..

For all the instances you let me down

For all  the times you weren’t around

For all the paths I walked alone

For all the battles I fought alone

For all the things you did me wrong

For all the pains I carried along

For all the days I longed for you

For all the nights when I was blue

For all the words that were said

For all the tears that I shed

For all the reasons that we fought

For all the blames that I got

For all the apologies that I made

For all the times you betrayed

All those moments that were lost

 And wasted like a melting frost

Are running down my cheeks now

And for one last time, I allow

You to make me feel this way

 

And I forgive you…..

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An orchestra

April 21, 2012 at 12:07 pm (connected, life, lost, love, music, nature, peace, Poetry, rain, song, soul)

The rumble of the running train

The splatter of the pouring rain

Each creates a magical symphony

Not just a random noise in vain



The rustle of the autumn leaves


The chirping birds in spring eves


A different note, the same pattern


Interlaced in time as nature weaves




The bustle of the busy street


The flicker of the summer heat


The cry of a newborn child


The tapping of a dancer’s feet




Every sound there was and will be, is not lost, but stored rather safely


In the womb of time, in the form of rhyme


And songs that are a thousand years old, stories that have been told and retold


Of loves found and lost, of roads walked and crossed


Of peaceful days in white sands, of journeys made in alien lands


And of victories and defeats and loyalties and deceits


 All floats around like the eons old wind,


Listen to it, it plays a song,


And when you hear it, sing along


For you play a part too, to help it carry on…….

				


				

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An organised chaos


				

					February 16, 2012 at 1:15 pm					(Uncategorized)
										

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Expecting the unexpected


While anticipating serendipity


Hoping against hope


Right from the core of divided integrity




Aware of the possible impossibility


In a realistic dream


Hence a room for a calculated error


In a planned unforeseen




Although hopelessly optimistic


Yet confidently unsure


Due to the fear of a deliberate mistake


With an intention almost pure


Despite the randomised pattern




In this peaceful fight


With myself, I’ve agreed to disagree


Now left with an obscure insight

				


				

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And one fine day….


				

					December 2, 2011 at 8:15 am					(broken, freedom, life, Poetry)
										

									


				

					
She looked ugly, she looked bad


Or so they said, ain’t it rather sad?


And all her life, she lived that way


Oh poor little duckling, what a price to pay


“She swims no good and she’s a duck”


They whispered and cursed her luck


“She looks no good”, the others said


“Her body is smaller than her head”


So she lived in a burrow hiding her face


Then one fine day, a miracle took place


She lost her ugly gray hair, all in one go


And instead grew feathers, as white as snow


She now became, what was meant to be


Not a duck, but a lovely swan you see!


And as they watched, much to their surprise


She gleamed to the colour of sunrise


And she soared, and she flew


To heavens, in sky bright and blue!



				


				

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“…..I’ll be on my way…..”


				

					April 21, 2011 at 1:52 pm					(death, life, love, memories, Poetry, song)
										

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She knew it was coming,


The sun was sinking in the west


Probably her last, it better be the best


From somewhere in that room, The Beatles play,


As the June light turns to moonlight I’ll be on my way 


She heard them ringing,


In a Church the sound of prayer bells


How she longed to be there, but her heart tells


It was forbidden, why, she would never understand


She only did what many did to her, but they were not banned


She was now playing,


In her mind, the flashback of her life


Which was nothing but a never ending bitter strife


Between right and wrong, pain and pleasure, good and bad


And a wish for the moment, to live the dream that she had always had


She began singing


The songs about friends and false lovers


Who saved their love for under her blanket covers


And, would leave the following morning with a tip or two


Only to be replaced by another, just the same, yet how time flew


She was disappearing


In the darkness around her bed


She closed her eyes, the day is dead


In a corner of the room, The Beatles still play


As the June light turns to moonlight, I’ll be on my way






				


				

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return of the season


				

					April 3, 2011 at 4:50 am					(life, lost, love, memories, memory, nature, night, past, Poetry, waiting)
										

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The night gets darker, I walk by the moonlight


I feel your presence, yet I long for your sight


 


The small café on the other side of the road


Is still open, facing your quiet, lonely abode


 


The tired old autumn leaves fall to the ground


Waiting perhaps, to return as the seasons turn around


 


And among them I walk, feeling you by my side


Holding my hand, following the stars as our only guide


 


And they turn dim in the golden sky, the night is gone


I am still there waiting for you to be back to where you belong!


 


 

				


				

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The Perfect Poets 4 Thursday Poets Rally Week 40


				

					April 3, 2011 at 3:18 am					(awards)
										

									


				

					


It’s a beautiful day


The spring is here


Let’s celebrate this season


Under the sky, bright and clear!!


 


Thanks to whoever nominated me and congratulations to the other winners.  I nominate Silvertongue and Jingle for Poetry Rally Week 41

				


				

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What goes around comes around


				

					March 23, 2011 at 2:31 pm					(injustice, karma, life, Poetry)
										

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You say it’s unfair, that you didn’t deserve it


I know the perfect thing to say, but I won’t say it


A million flashbacks run through my mind


Would you please rewind your memory to the time?


When you thought the world revolved around you


Oh! I’m sorry, you still think so, don’t you?


Things are still the same, there is, but one difference


You have become the joke that you once made at others’ expense


Call me all the names in the world, I couldn’t care less


I have no role whatsoever; you asked fate for this mess


I’m now over with what you did, over with being hurt and bruised and battered


Remember it’s always mind over matter; now I don’t mind and you don’t matter


The face looking at you that you call ugly and full of terror


Is actually karma showing you the mirror 😉


 

				


				

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a forgotten friend


				

					February 27, 2011 at 4:58 am					(childhood, connected, dreams, freedom, friend, fun, happy, life, lost, love, memories, past)
										

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I saw you the other day


As I walked down the lane


Was it of shock or delight I cannot say


The feeling of familiarity that came


I thought you were gone


Or at least they told me so


Should’ve known they were wrong


Should’ve known you wouldn’t go


Missed you when the day turned dark


And in the sky when the stars did spark


Missed you when the rain poured down


And the arch of the rainbow touched the ground


Remember the dreams we shared?


About princes and castles and fairytales


If I asked you to, would you still care?


And join me again as I sail


Along the flow of memories I left behind


And with them, you, my dear friend


I kept you out of my mind


I thought that was an end


But now I know you were there


With me in every laughter and pain


When I gave up in despair


You were the voice that said “try again”!


 

				


				

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