Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Cups of Coffee...

Through the spectacle of memories, I see a valley trenched with sweet and sour bygone days.
As if I never knew, how soon all those moments flee.
Happiness and sorrow, we shared them over cups of coffee.
Yours had sugar, and mine didn’t.
You hastened, while I went slower.
Frothed with cream of love, your slurps I remember.
And through them, my stories you would hear.
Saturday evenings were when we would meet and stare at each other endlessly.
My wait for the coming saturday seems to never end.
Just two days more, and we will meet again, we will share happiness and our sorrow again.
I want you to know, but I am afraid.
My endless stories over the cups of coffee, no one would have heard but you.
Yours, frothed with cream and sprinkled with sugar on heart, resolved sweetness in mine.
I owe my sweetness to you.
I wait for the Saturday evening, for our cups of coffee and for you…



Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Beauty n Sophistication





In the belittled
Swollen bunch of color,
Grooves lie many
With pungent straying odor.
In one, I lie,
Lies my world
That small you will say,
In the bigger of yours
Do happy you stay?
At peace is life here
Free from sickness' grey,
Expectations we don't keep
And work for the fragrance spray.
Devoid of emotions is inside,
But pain inlays.
Me too, a creation of God...
You call it a beauty
Or a sophistication you say.



Sunday, October 13, 2013

Sacred Touch

Bliss is in your touch,
The feat to heal.
Antiquated is the bond of ours,
In your every touch I feel.
Your pokes… Your pulls…
Your caresses of love
Your every touch I know.
But when I face you
Crimson and blushed I go
Naiveness I show.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Enigmatic



I twitch the bliss of the virtue
I cramp it hard with pain,
Like a curse you can’t undo.
I learn the bad, I overlook the good
With invincible force of the knight,
I run across the sprawls of the falsehood.
I only hurled Satan’s spell on people
I never uttered a single word to soothe
I am the murderer of Love in hearts,
Accountable for downswing of their mood.
In my kingdom of Darkness
I deepen the reach of the poisonous pool
In which humanity ceases to exist,
And banquets on honesty’s fuel.
Pool’s depth gains with every evil I commit
With every incantation I submit.
Like I am the Czar of affright,
I swim in its every inch
With all my might.

I don’t bear any physical existence,
I am just a fiend of dominance
Inside the hollows of a man…



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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Chronicles of a Mermaid


Down the waves of Mediterranean
From the blissful eden land underneath
Went forth a mermaid
Above the trauma of the surface.
Taking hold of my hand
Salvaging me from the swirl of ogre
She led my mislaid consciousness 
Into her arms of trustiness.
In the blushed state borne in my smile
I prompted a question
Are you the one, the princess Silken?
In the strobe of divine light she egressed
She carried me somewhere
Out of blindness I wasn’t aware.
Who is she?
Is she the one my voyage was meant for?
...
My lips folded, and eyes partially lit
Tried to whoop the acquaintance 
My senses recollected bit by bit
But not before she stooped
And caressed her nose with mine.
The heiress of those sweetest smiles,
Yes! The lonely fairy she was;
The Princess of the sea!
The sea which inhabits all variants of life
So does she patronize my life sedately.
...
In thorns of seclusion, in deprivation from love,
My heart promised me of your existence
I never paused for a moment 
Being affected in perils of aloofness.
I have sailed through the Pacific
The bedlam of dilapidated emotions
Just to meet you; to be with you hereafter…
Sealed in her kiss
She blew life into me, heal to my injuries
And the storm calmed into bliss.
Entwined in embrace of love
Together we departed for the Promised Land.


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Thursday, April 18, 2013

A Kid Has Died...



Love is a feeling which can make you do things beyond your imagination. Even if you are creeping into disguise, you won’t notice it clearly before your eyes, as they lie veiled beneath LOVE.
While some take love seriously, others treat it like a game where they should try their hands too. This post is an imagination by me about one such kid, who faced mishap from his mate.

In a cottage at my nearest 
A wicked spell has outraged
Gulped into the darkness of underworld
Infancy of a kid has got caged.
As came the demonic blow of Satan,
The angelic cosmos; tranquil & serene,
In a wink of eyes they all have faded.
Fantastical characters locked inside dolls
Are lying crushed; dead in terrain of remorse.
Anthology of knitted stories held on the shelf
Has fallen off the walls of hope
Cascade of pages have come out
Sucked into the whirlpool of hatred.
Clinking of bells have stopped
Brewing is stillness
A frightening awe has evolved.

Out of scare frozen in my spines
I hurried to shut close my window
But before, a tattered note came flying inside
Inscribed in red: 'my love'
I recognized the kid’s handwriting.
With a jolt of dread, senses riposted
I woke up with pounding heart affrighted.
A nightmare?
Pearls of perspiration rolled off my lobes
Hue and cry prevailed in air
I heard through the window,
'A kid has died'.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

An Odd Invention



Like the way OS drives hardware,
My tender heart drives my actions.
My CPU seldom pauses its function,
Clutched in multiple processes
And deadly thread synchronization.
Endured against suffocation,
Withstanding brute deadlock condition;
I envy that giant-tiny mastermind,
Fabricated into a chip
Named after Intel’s perfection.

My limbs and glands,
Constitute my local connection.
Through narrow bandwidth in my nerves
Runs protocol for communication.
In meshes, in rings, in stars or on buses,
With niggling breaks and data congestion
My dreams sail in intense versions.
Full of exclamations and interjections,
My vision surpasses
Chris Nolan’s ‘Inception’.

Procuring the imagination
Of an unmatched conviction.
With new thoughts’ propulsion
At my solitary mansion,
I head towards tranquility
Drawing my steps towards the invention.
An invention that can help you find
Eternal love for your life 
Exempted of distrust and disgust.
Aided with honesty, and upheld warmly.

And that would be my ultimate innovation;
My blow of life,
Into lives of millions & millions.



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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Enviousness



I envy him…
The stealer who sneaked into my vase,
Furtively he lavished my flowers with glam.
With strokes of his magic wand;
Vanished my flowers; their essence scrammed.
I still care and preserve,
The leftover aroma in the emptiness.
I envy him…
As he turned into a giant black cloud,
Hovered above; embraced my love in the night sky.
A tear rolled down, and mingled with stillness in lake.
And soon it rained; emerged an urge to crush my ache.
But I stood low, dormant and lifeless.
I wait for the sky to get clear.
I envy him…
The musketeer who plundered into my home.
He took away all that was mine,
Sweetness on her lips, and her dimpled face in shine.
I wish his musket to kill me,
As her memories couldn’t help me die.


Image Courtesy : Anshul Gautam's - ViBGYOR

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Moonlight



Reddishness in the sky fades,
As the stillness in darkness ascends.
In the slight azure above horizon,
Birds return their homes together,
Flapping up and down their wings in twilight.
The calm and composure in the faint light,
Oozing out from clouds in flow,
Bathes the silent world with affection.
Its moon-face, a token of love for many
And a sign to embark into actions for werewolves.
For me, the face of moon reflects my heart.
I can touch my heart in reflection at lake.
A timid hush, as a comfort and healing
From the day’s tiredness is the moonlight for me.

Photograph Courtesy : Anshul Gautam's ViBGYOR