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. 








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.





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.

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.


Lovely birds flying around in happiness,
Filling the air with their chirp's sweetness.
Then you hear your heart say,
Its a beautiful day!!!









                                 POETRY POTLUCK- Inspired by a Song ~ Jingle Poetry

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.