Saturday, 10 September 2011
Thursday, 25 August 2011
The Beginning
Entering into the Library of Life
He goes towards the Fiction section
Searching his book of Genesis
After looking for hours
Finally he gets his favorite novel
Written in his own thoughts and dreams
He begins reading from the middle
Painting those words on the canvas of his mind
Reading the story of "The Beginning"
A lush, beautiful garden
With trees of time filled fruits of fun
Birds and animals living in harmony
There are waterfalls filling him with wonder
Rainbows in the background of nature's rhapsody
Finally he spots the only two humans in this eden.
He knows who they are..
Adam, His mind - the thoughtful and the wise
Eve, His heart - the beautiful and nice
Looking at them causes him to think
They would live happily ever after
Not realizing the twist of fate..
He flips to the beginning of the book
Reading how all this was created by the One
The One, he calls the Soul.
Saturday, 13 August 2011
City Safari
It was a cold , dark night
Baby monkey Gundu was not able to sleep
Though it was 2 hours past his bedtime
He started crying, filling the night's silence
With his loud wails
Mother monkey rushed to him.
She was busy accumulating
Bananas for the next day's festival
On the coconut tree.
She asked her boy
"What is the matter my dear?
Why are you not in bed?"
"Mama, I am not able to sleep.
Tell me a story
Else I will cry more" He said.
"Okay sweetheart. Which story do you want?"
She asks her son,
Making him sleep on her lap.
Now that mom is here
Little Gundu stopped crying and excitedly
Asks "Tell me the baby elephant's story!"
"Once upon a time, there lived
A naughty baby elephant named Chingu
With his parents in the jungle"
<To be completed>
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
Finally Insomniac Sleeps
Lying on his bed of willow,
On his favorite pillow,
He listens to the singing clock,
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock...
Turning left , Turning right,
Waiting for take off of sleep's flight.
Turning right, Turning left,
Longing for consciousness's theft.
Suddenly his dog begins to bark,
There's something moving in the dark...
It's just a large insect - A dragonfly,
He breathes in relief with a sigh.
His dog has now begun to snore
Its irking sounds , he tries to ignore,
When in his balcony, an owl hoots,
He shoos it off with his boots.
Though his tiredness abounds
Sleep is nowhere to be found
Forcibly shutting his eyes,
He imagines the star-lit skies.
Seeing the bright, shining moon
Sleep begins to lure him soon
Flowing away from thought streams,
He finally dives into sweet dreams.
Image courtesy : Google Images
Posted for OpenLinkNight#3 at the dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Submitted for Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 50
Posted for OpenLinkNight#3 at the dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Submitted for Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 50
Sunday, 17 July 2011
Earth's True Daughter
Long time ago , She was born
4.54 billion years ago to be precise.
Revolving around her master
Around the ever-powerful Sun
Saturday, 9 July 2011
A night in the rain
As the earth is savoring rain's refreshing kisses
He starts recollecting his treasured blisses
Sitting beside an open window
He takes a stroll in memory's meadow.
Horns of vehicles play the background score
As he reaches to his mind's core
Quenched are all his senses
As he tears down all his prejudiced fences
His long, uncut hair flies in the cool breeze
As he makes these moments to freeze
The trees glimmer with glistening leaves
Rain pouring through cloud's sieves
These clouds decorate the canvas of the sky
Making the whole scene a treat to the eye
Pondering about who is its painter ?
He bows in awe and gratitude, to God - the almighty creator.
Written on 25/6/2011
Submitted for Jingle Poetry Potluck 44 -Painting Whispers
Happiness comes from all directions
North, south, east, west
The best one comes when someone tells
That you are one of the best
This poem has been published in The dVerse Anthology. It is a collection of many beautiful poems from poets all around the world and has been edited by Frank Watson.
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
The Fantastic Fall
He was clinging to confusion's cliff
With the tightest possible grip
As his body began to go stiff
His hands began to rip.
To his luck , he found a thread
He thought of holding on to it
Only realizing its a serpent instead
After he was severely bit
He prefers to fall silently
Towards the sea of reality
Swaying in the wind gallantly
He discovers his inner serenity.
Prompted by : Three Word Wednesday CCXLV
Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
The Calm before the Storm
Creatures of the day are sleeping..
Creatures of the night are peeping..
Its a dark and silent night.
The dry leaves are rustling..
The cool wind is whistling..
Its a cool and quiet night.
All of a sudden, there is a spark..
Sky is filled with clouds - huge and dark..
Its begun to drizzle.
Show of lightening and thunder..
Tearing the calmness asunder..
Things changed like a ruffled puzzle.
Now the strong scary wind growls..
As scared street dog howls..
Here comes the scornful storm!
To its mighty force, the trees dance..
Blurred is everything, within a glance..
Nature has taken its fearful form.
Submitted as part of Thursday Poets Rally 47
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Wrong Direction
There were omens,
There were signs,
All pointing to a wrong direction.
A source which was luminous,
Looked like the pole star,
But pointing to a wrong direction.
Patterns were all erratic,
Left with memories antique,
On the wrong direction.
There were signs,
All pointing to a wrong direction.
A source which was luminous,
Looked like the pole star,
But pointing to a wrong direction.
Patterns were all erratic,
Left with memories antique,
On the wrong direction.
Prompted by Three Word Wednesday - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/06/3ww-ccxliii.html
Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday Week 51
Friday, 27 May 2011
A Beautiful Day
As the Sun shines in all its glory,
Burning away everyone's worry.
With his amazing and empowering light,
Making our days joyous and bright.
Burning away everyone's worry.
With his amazing and empowering light,
Making our days joyous and bright.
As the morning breeze caresses the face,
With her soothing touch and grace .
Evaporating every bad and troubled thought
Bringing the peace of mind , always sought.
With her soothing touch and grace .
Evaporating every bad and troubled thought
Bringing the peace of mind , always sought.
Lovely birds flying around in happiness,
Filling the air with their chirp's sweetness.
Then you hear your heart say,
Its a beautiful day!!!
Filling the air with their chirp's sweetness.
Then you hear your heart say,
Its a beautiful day!!!
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Split Poet
He found solace in play of words,
As he butchered hope's tiny birds.
He lost himself in the war of words,
As he buried all his mind's swords.
From one insanity to another,
He falls like a broken feather.
His mind runs a thousand times,
On the thought, which eternally rhymes.
Caught in his own mind's treason,
He appears to be single person,
But each moment his is many,
Alas the next moment he isn't any.
His moods swing from left to right,
As his thoughts, he sits to write.
His thoughts jump from right to left,
Until sleep makes his mind's theft .
Me vs Myself |
Submitted for :
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Home Sweet Home
With gravel and sand,
With bricks and cement,
Strong and sturdy... Yet incomplete.
Had windows and doors,
Had floor and ceiling,
Large and lovely... Yet incomplete.
Had walls all around,
Also a well-built compound,
Secure and spectacular... Yet incomplete.
From the foundation,
To the terrace,
I had it all... Yet incomplete.
I was an inanimate house,
You made me a lively home,
With your joys and prosperity... I am complete.
Submitted for :-
Theme Thursday : Brick
Posted at the second week of OpenLinkNight of DVersePoets.
Saturday, 21 May 2011
Inevitable Consciousness
Each and every waking moment , he burns
burns - in the fire that he lit
lit by the spark of his hopes
hopes that get extinguished every night
Night - that lonely , dark place
place which he loves and fears the most
most of his time is spent in thinking
thinking of those unexperienced memories
Memories that haunt endlessly
endlessly knocking at his mind
mind mystified by signs
signs of the inevitable
Inevitable - that's what it always was
was never in his reach
reach was only in his dreams
dreams which ignite desire
Desire - the ultimate cause of his pain
pain which has become his symbiote
symbiote for his each moment
moment which he wants to forget
Forget those unworthy thoughts
thoughts which erode his senses
senses which have become numb
numb by his own actions
Actions which were futile
futile like his words
words which are his feelings
feelings, which continuously crumble
Crumble like pieces of paper
paper which is torn into pieces
pieces which form the puzzle
the puzzle of his heart
Heart - he realizes is just an organ
organ relentlessly keeping him alive
alive to go through this endless loop
loop running each and every waking moment.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)