Liberation

Among those roses,marigolds

As they sat in that green arbour

Dignified silence of a listener

In response to a fervent talker

Words were merely devices

Even symbols a mere fiasco

Before the exchange that went

On... in the core called heart

She, the woman, went on saying

He, the man went on listening

The sympathetic eyes at one end

Beholding beauty at its perfection

The softness of what surrounded

Reflecting the calm inside the centre

Found where, peace and turmoil

Alongside in each others embrace

The world which they had seen 

Seemed to have come, to its end

Just as the old mouths had predicted

To be when, they said, it comes due

And yet visible to them there was

In the horizon the dawn of hopes

From the ashes of what they called 

The End,they sought a new beginning...

HAD FUN READING?POST YOUR COMMENT.

Labyrinth

You may never understand

The beating of my heart

At the sound of your footsteps

The fluttering of my eyelids

At your sight..

You may never guess

The blood gushing fast in my veins

Just at your mention

You may never understand

Me.....my emotions

Or is it that i fail to understand you

That you understand me...

Or that you haven't made me feel

That you feel about me....

Or is it that i missed the fact

That you miss our being together..

Or is it that lost in the labyrinth 
Of my own emotions
I cud never find out

That you found me as one 

Who found something in me...

HAD FUN READING?POST YOUR COMMENT.

Death of an Emotion

All of that what transpired there

On the banks of a certain river

Hard it was for them to withstand

With intoxication more than of sleep

Superlatives failed to describe

The depth of their emotions

Nonexistent they seemed to be

Yet utterly present everywhere

Life seemed the heaviest thing 

On earth to carry and move about

They felt, the soul should be taken away

Or crushed, thrown into the abyss of hell

The feelings of desolation, nothingness

And lowliness of guilt, with despair added

Saying something seemed like a crime

Nothing said, pricked even more

It was the death of an emotion

The road perhaps endeth there

.   

HAD FUN READING?POST YOUR COMMENT.

Core

Abandoning his aberrant anticipations

He tried to grasp the abrasive luxury

Served to him on the platter of future

So much he had and yet so much less

A fulfilling landscape to a blind man's eye

The core of his essence lost in his storm

Lifting his washed out soul with his arm

He dragged himself into the gutted crowd

Fumbling for the past that could have been

HAD FUN READING?POST YOUR COMMENT.

Nostalgia

It felt so good

To be under that huge mango tree

Standing with him

In that hot humid day

It was so hard 

To avoid his boyish grin

Scattered across the space 

That was between us

It seemed so divine

To giggle at his every expression

Sanctity of the emotions

Running in my heart

It appeared so marvellous

To just look at him,

Sauntering across 

The dirty meadows

It felt also satisfying 

To part ways and move on

Sail in different ships

Far and away from each other..

...so far away today 

But in the deep recesses of my mind

I can see my anchor 

Still intact...

Myself here,

Trying to relive my fallow past.

HAD FUN READING?POST YOUR COMMENT.

The Last Rites

Whatever i had, in what i had

Comes to an end

This existence, of which little

I had been in, now abandoned...

Unabashed, i look at my back

With bated breath,

Waiting for my shadow to abate

The abduction, of what's inside me

Leaving behind my abbreviation

Is in itself, an aberration

What's outside,seems like babel

I search for my bacchanal guide

Who'd perform my last rites

The daemon in me, obtaining its dagger

For the final assault....

The world now seems rigmarole

With the reversal of my self

Now complete.

HAD FUN READING?POST YOUR COMMENT.

Shifting Sands

Walking on the sands

Of a deserted shore

I see flashes of what

Once stood there..

Balloons suspended in air

Bouncing heartily

In the same manner

As their owners

Small feet of small boys

Making their marks

On the shifting sand

Scattering joy in the air

Hands of couples in love

With each other intertwined

Like two creepers

Reflecting the bond within

Wives and husbands

Sitting together

Under make-shift shades

Chattering about the world

..i find today no marks

No bond,no chattering

The void in the landscape

Haunts my mind

The beauty of nature

Still intact

On to which added

The ghastly silence...

HAD FUN READING?POST YOUR COMMENT.