Dichotomy

December 5, 2011 Leave a comment

The slippery grip of loss…

 

Like the last bit of chocolate

that would melt and fade in my mouth…

Like the last turn in the journey

that would steer me away from holiday mirth…

 

Like the blurring tint of dusk light

that would leave me reeling in sombre greyness…

Like the waning strain of music

that would drown me in silence, its vastness…

 

Like the last brush-strokes on my painting

that would drain off my upsurge of imagination…

Like the last pages of the book (devouring as I am)

that would wake me from the magic of illusion…

 

Like the falling leaves of the autumn tree

That would bury my cheer and summer memories…

Like the withering blooms and sweltering rooms

that would make me yearn for winter, its rare revelries…

 

Bitter it maybe, every instant of losses and laments…

Sweet but it is, for it’s a mere cycle of moments!!

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Hiatus…

July 3, 2011 Leave a comment

A turn of head to look at what I walked past…

I see a long road, bare as the page of a new notebook!

Did I lose track or miss a turn, or wander away from

the trees, the birds, and the babbling brook?

 

No oceans crossed nor mountains climbed

No flightless dream-birds given wings of life

No random chords blended as music of soul

No conquests made nor crowns won… though battles rife!

 

Caught in a web of absolutes and abstracts

Perception failed me on apparent truths!

Between unsaid words and entangled emotions…

Conjecture guided me to fables and myths!

 

Fortune, did you ever chance upon me…

Or was I beaming over laurels, rare and few?

Did I reckon those droplets of good-will…

Refreshing as summer showers, nothing in lieu!

 

A Turn back to look at what lay ahead…

I see a long road, verdure as new blades of grass

Azure sky, drizzles of rekindled hopes…

Moments of happiness, as long as they last!

 

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Hazy world…

May 1, 2011 Leave a comment
I live in my small world!

Its beauty is my limited perception,
its ugliness, perhaps, my unlimited ego!

its prescripts are dictations of my conscience...
its chaos, the reconditeness of my thoughts!

its freshness, at times, is more fragrant than a spring morning,
its staleness, at others, reeks of incessant morbidity!

It is my world - by fate or by choice?

Is my mind a genetic certainity...
or just a fictitious afterthought?
Are my thoughts woven by me... 
or just steered by spirits of some sort?
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Relatively, Absolutely…

March 11, 2011 2 comments

It’s all about relativity…

my silence,  your boisterousness
my modesty, your conceitedness
my far-sightedness, your self-centredness
my eagerness, your cavalierness…

my haziness, your clear-headedness
my self-doubt, your over-confidence
my mediocrity, your extraorderiness
my fearfulness, your hardiness…

It’s all about relativity
for there’s nothing as disparate reality…
What makes me ‘me’, is a contrast
from the ‘you’ness in you!

Maybe not in blacks and whites
or stark as hues of greys alone…
Tacked as in a jigsaw puzzle
together we merge as the ‘absolute’!

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Penchants and Passions…

March 7, 2011 Leave a comment

Thoughts soar to heights –
illimitable, undoable, inconceivable…
Or so thinks the lay-man,
who dare not follow the limitless mind!

As seeds lay dormant –
over years awaiting nourishment…
To sprout, grow, branch-out,
seek the sky, shade even the unkind!

Seed knows not its destiny –
nor does the adamantly gliding thought…
Desire and devotion remain,
oft to be pushed by fate to the hind!

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Dreams…

February 17, 2011 Leave a comment

Dreams… they just happen
over days and over nights…
with neither beginnings nor ends
smothering me, as they grow and deepen!

I try to [pretendedly] remain, though in vain
grounded, and be with the real…
but without them I lose myself
feeling confined, withered, and insane!

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Worlds apart…

February 12, 2011 Leave a comment

Every night I behold…
those far-away lights, flickering in the distant water
as I walk back home, along the shore
listening to the waves and the winds
that render a rhythm to silence!

Oft, I wonder what it is like…
to be there, on one of those tiny boats
swaying with the waves, feeling the wind
gandering into the dark cryptical vastness
that dissolves my being, my presence!

Two worlds…
one of make-felt sturdiness; other of floating uncertainities…
What seeks what, I know not
wave, soil’s permanence… or
soil, wave’s transience!!

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