Thursday, September 6, 2012
You're my rain that has still not stopped pouring,
pouring down the moving shadows, mellowing, sometimes
heavy, sometimes shallow, drizzling slowly and falling
drops creating ripples, spreading ultimately just disappearing...
You're my breeze that fondles me, embracing all the time
like the wind at the sea shore engulfing the horizon with love
you're just around me, and I breathe you into me,and I just lay behind,
leaving myself so free, to fall into your hands, so safe...
You're my endless dream, of hope and adoration
my prayer everyday to keep me smiling, like the happy flower
that bloomed in the garden, so pretty, mild, and elegant,
only to bloom again, into eternity, of that endless dream...
You're the sunshine of my dreams, that I awaited,
so long, dreaming, feeling, just seeing in front of me...
that presence, so divine, so pure, gripping my thoughts, emotions,
so much close to me, now merged into your love, serenity...
You're my shadow that is still travelling along,
moving with me through my paths, always together,
holding my hands, never separate, so much so inseparable
my shadow just plain and clear, you are me...
Friday, March 2, 2012
My drifting thoughts, once and again,
It drifts, sways to and fro and sometimes
Slips into depths, but I hold them
Back gripping my hold, so soft
And tender, so mild and meager.
My thoughts often wander into contradictions,
So many truths which stay so aghast
In front of me, but my thoughts somehow
Reassure, with a feeling of certainty, the
Non-existence of those contradictions.
The small portion of my mind, holds a dream
So strong and its desire overwhelmed
And I dream, as though in trance and
Chant my words of prayer, so true and wanted
And I feel passion can overcome facts.
In this new phase of my thoughts, the
Newborn aroma and hope, assuring, brings
Me into an avenue of expectations,
Of my prayers just so blissful, and happy
And swaying, now much less than before.
It is as though a flute, singing its music unto me,
Filling me with the hope for that future
That I dreamt, so much and still
A dream that is on the way of fulfillment,
The mind says it all to me, a sense, happiness, hope and desire.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
My mind is scorched, and dry in this
Unbeaten heat, so parched
And cracked, breaking through
My veins intact.
And it is tight and pressure just
Heaving up and raising high,
And a sense of breathlessness is engulfing me
So much twisting my neck, so hard.
The breeze once so cool, shriveled and
Chill, now it beats on my face,
So sharp, the coolness is only a feel of numbness,
A feel? No, sans-feel…
The flowers only stood so still and
They no longer swayed or danced, smiled,
Or sang their once so beautiful songs
For me, now in this midst of unearthing solitude…
A sense of fear, so chilling, as though
A prickly ice point sliding through my veins
With the coolness to melt, yet with the
Sharpness to wound me and pacify with the cold…
This phase, just glaring onto my face,
And the mockery of those dolls in front of me,
I look at them and they at me, I stay motionless,
numb, and they, they laugh their clown-ly laughter at me…