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…..

An orchestra

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…….

return of the season

 

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!

 

 

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”!

 

A Horrid Phenomenon

I sit with my fifth cup of coffee

And lean my back against the chair

I throw yet another paper

And pull every strand of my hair

 

I try to scribble something, anything

With a pen and notebook in my hand

I end up tearing that page too

And add to the pile in the trash can

 

I look for inspiration in every possible thing

And write one sentence about them each

But, it just doesn’t come out right

I forgot my words, someone please teach!

 

“It’s too late, you’ve wasted enough time.

Take rest, go to bed”, says my bedside clock

Yeah, may be rest is all I need

I suffer from a disease called “Writer’s Block”!!!

a moment too late

The sun slowly died

As she watched the edge of the sea

Another day gone, another wish lost

Another reason to believe life is cruel as can be

The waves were risky, the shore safe

But there was no hope for the poor waif

The shore was not her home

She was alone

All she wanted was a ship to come and carry her on its deck and flee

Along the horizons, towards the sky, to the clouds, beyond the eyes could see

Another sunrise, another hope

No sign of the ship, only a boat

Offering her a ride she couldn’t deny

So for one last time she waved the shore goodbye

This was not what she wanted, but accepted it as her fate

Turning back to the shore now, she saw a ship, just a moment too late

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….