You stepped into eternity
Left me in time’s purgatory
I tore up my past –
It was tangled with memories of you
Future petrifies me because of the void you left within
A thousand abysmal days have trudged by,
Tell me my son,
What should I do with my time? Continue reading “Separation”
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Where human bonds run so deep,
To have withstood the test of attrition – time and time again;
That discord and harmony could co-exist peacefully,
When substantive conversations dissolve pretense and insecurity,
That neither has the need to coddle the other emotionally,
Where one is at ease with the other as with oneself –
Is when, the uttered word becomes redundant
And shared silence becomes comfortable.
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Through the labyrinths of a rigid society,
Gropes for freedom –
A shackled mind.
Probing the myriad depths of the universe
Is an unfeeling heart –
In a quest for joy.
Alas! we know not
To search within ourselves.
To look at the rendition of life,
Not heed the blemish,
But to rejoice in its blessings, is mirth itself.
To unshackle the mind from prejudice and bias,
Rise above narrow divisions,
Is what freedom is all about.
Welcome home, weary traveler
Unburden yourself;
Lay down the heavy trappings,
Wash off the weariness.
For you have given too much;
Entrenched in the lives of strangers
Trying to ease their drudgery
With your benevolence.
So,
Ensconce in the warmth of your abode,
Take comfort from the cocoon of sleep,
Rejuvenate as you breathe the first crisp air of autumn.
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I was groping in darkness,
Stumbling over my loneliness
When all of you lit,
Countless candles for me
The wax has melted,
The light has faded,
Yet, the dying gleam
And the smoky fragrance lingers on,
Softening the gloom.
Image by Shelly PaulWind all over me –
Beating my face, slapping my hands,
Whistling in the ears,
Rushing to the mind –
Scattering away thought streams,
As I ride the pillion with my man.
The motorcycle growls, roars,
Road unfurls endlessly,
Green grass blur seamlessly,
Blue umbrella skies, cloud tufts, pale moon awaits.
Through the tree canopies of late spring,
Into the ever-changing lines of the horizon,
I ride the pillion with my man,
Without a care – tranquil, meditative.
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Knuckle to knuckle she stands
Fists pressed against each other,
Elbows digging into her sides –
A bundle of nerves, as she twists around her waist.
She shrugs her shoulders, wrings her arms –
Trying to lose the butterflies.
She stares intently, at that which only she can see.
She inhales deeply as it dawns on her,
That all the time she toiled away,
Has condensed into this solitary moment.
As the spotlight shines, she must be sublime.
When life is burgeoning,
World feels like spring
Moments freeze into memories sweet.
When the heart gets broken
Engulfed by loneliness,
Seconds crawl at snail’s pace.
In triumph and success
When the world lauds,
Time stands still in breathless awe.
When dreams shatter
Crumbles into despair,
Listless days stretch into timeless void.
Clocks tick with mathematical precision
Life’s itself is relative time.
Clipped phrases strung together –
Butchered images styled to look like a collage
Smattering of impressive words throughout –
Thanks to the thesaurus
Disparate attempts to emulate
Great thinkers and poets
It seems so lofty,
So intellectually superior
What it really is –
A sad imitation of a great art,
Art by an untalented artist
Incomplete thought fragments
Strung together unimaginatively
With neither heart nor mind
This is the make-up of modern poetry –
Muddled, borrowed creativity.
I am the Queen of Tragedies,
Henceforth I declare:
I have been wronged at every turn in my life
Yet, I never rendered any harm to a single soul.
I am incapable of sins and wrongs
Anyone who thinks otherwise is a sinner.
I shall judge the world around me,
Punish anyone who disagrees with me,
Absolve them —
When,
From their hearts they will acknowledge my Purity. Continue reading “Queen Of Tragedies”
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