in the core of darkness

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…

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…..

And one fine day….

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!

a forgotten friend

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”!

 

Passion

Poetry

Passion, dreams

Hobbies, entertainment

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I live in a free world

Inside my mind

And float in the sea

Of words and rhyme

I paint my days

With colors of wine

And dance to the tune

Of the flowing time

With every song I sing, I create a symphony

And in every dream I see, I end an agony

In every breath, there’s harmony

And I live….

…with passion

 

 

 

 

This was written for The Poetry Potluck week 14

Happy Potluck!!

 

MY ANGEL…

Take me with you my angel
To a place nobody knows,
Where the sea of hatred ends
And the river of love flows

Take me to your land
Where my soul resides,
Where fear loses its grip
And hope becomes my guide

Take me to the winds
Carry me along as you fly,
Let my wishes be my wings
And my dreams the never ending sky

Hold me my angel
And always do so,
Never leave me alone
Even when life lets me go

 

 

This is an old but a very special poem of mine…it is one of the first poems I wrote when I tried my hand at poetry around two years back 🙂

I am…..a rose

I was buried deep into the ground

In the dirty wet mud

I was bitten by the bitter snow

As I started to bud

 

I kept quiet as you stepped on me

Or chose to ignore me

I sobbed quietly resting on the womb

Of the earth that bore me

 

I did not ask the rain why it hit me

I knew I needed it to grow

I just listened as you complained

That my growth was too slow

 

I built a barrier of thorns around me

From the wounds that no one saw

And here I stand today…a beautiful rose

As you watch me bloom, with awe!

 

 

once upon a night

Flickering shadows on the wall
A dim light from the street lamp
Tapping sound as the raindrops fall
Upon the soil, now oh so damp!

Visions flash through my mind
Of places from forgotten past
And the dreams that were left behind
And the moments that just went too fast!

Of knights and palaces, and swords and horses
Of ghosts and witches and magical forces
Of seas and stars and skies and sands
Of peaceful nights in faraway lands

My heart goes back to them again
In a state of complete tranquility
Not bound by reality and its pains
Not held back by threats of inability

My eyelids slowly cover my eyes
I’m floating in a free open space
And as my sense of reality dies
I leave this world without a trace….

Lost

In a city that never sleeps,

I walked, lost in my thoughts so deep,

Oblivious to the crowd and the buildings,

Or to the rally of vehicles and their beeps

The streets look new; never seen before,

With their lights and turns and department stores,

Was this the place I grew up in,

played and laughed? ; not familiar anymore.

Gone is the playground and in it the ice-cream stall

On its place lies a mega mall……..

The sky no more sees the ascend of colourful kites

It has ended up being a vast empty wall

The pavement lined with trees, now left only with one or two

No one recalls that, or cares about it; just too many things to do

That banyan tree where we played hide and seek is no more there

Like the city and me, it must have got lost too….

…………today……..

Today I roamed…..

Like a bird in the sky

Going up so high

Beyond the limits of your eye

Today I played…..

Like a child with a toy

Everything but coy

In a world of peace and joy

Today I lived…….

Like the fierce old sea

Full of life and free

If you saw, you would agree

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