Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Essence of those fruits,
that laden on the flower bed
Rose high above and spread
its wings amidst the air…

The air that sprinkled drops of joyous water,
And a thunder-less silent downpour of rain.
That murmur that I hear on the mellow outside
Gives me a sensation of a pleasant
Yellowish tinge of happiness.

When in those autumn days,
Those yellowish orange flowers
rained down to earth,
The dryness if the summer filled land
Was blessed with an autumn melody.

The sweetness of a jasmine flower
Spread through the mist
And a lovely song of this monsoon mist,
Played aloud its sober tone
With the lovely rains still dancing silent, lonely,
And with a fragrance of a happy fruit of joy.

Friday, May 8, 2009

The emptiness in the nights
that I went through many
were moments when invisible streaks of the blood
in my heart,
got spilled in the air.

Everytime when my answer was silence,
I wished the silence was decoded.
But, the deeper me was still left locked.
The pain in my heart only welled up even more,
and a tiny prick would burst it anytime.

Even when my heart trickled pain
after it could hold nothing more,
My silence was still left un-understood.

And after the burst,
A stitch in my heat is impossible.
It would bleed...
Bleed till my death.

Its painful taking you away from me.
But, its even more painful stitching my heart...
with your memories, thoughts, past emotions

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