Poesies

Hope

like a bird in flight

keen on relishing every sight

a wandering soul

riding and gallivanting all over town

chasing fears and doubts galore

trudging on shadows and blowing on frowns

a mysterious spirit

she belonged to the twilight

to the flames, and to the dark night

aloof to the comforts

alone on a mission

a mountain of fury

released with resolve

an arrow pelted like a stone

inconstant trajectory

a long way before she could halt

she is redemption in stone

a wave to salvation

to the umpteen folds of unseen depths

no future but itself

both blessed and cursed

a forever drop of hope

Dandelion Dust

    

I tell him earnestly

to remain and learn to abstain

Not to jump into the blazing sparks that fly

or roll into the strangest places marvelling why

the HEART,

flippant, fickle and, almost frivolous

leaps, gallops and, at times pounds

to let him loose, just this once

I challenge him to endure

to act at all times mature

instead of the dandelion dust,

to chase the dreams that one must

In the grave when I by and by rest

from the corner of my eye

I see him sigh

for he is at last free to fly

to the darkest abyss or even to the summit's cry!

DEWDROPS:

A rainy morning

I wake up to clouds in mourning

Sobbing in sheets of grey

Pregnant and gloomy

Abandoning raindrops in a fury

 

Under the dead of the night

with the sunlight mere minutes afar

the winds disperse the cotton apart

bringing peace to the wounded heart

As the morning breeze skips in jest

I set out on a quest

Of inheriting a treasure chest

To collect the dewdrops

that are scattered 

almost everywhere like broken shards.!

YOU

 

You were gone
With the dawn of rain
     On a winter morning
 
    Like an eagle diving 
    To lift a freshwater fish
    and vanishing into the thin air
    Leaving only the turbulent ripples behind

    You were gone
     As quietly as you came
     Without a beat or leaving a footprint
 
    I lay motionless
    In a bottomless grief

    Like the tremor of a lone leaf
    After a stampede

    Worried, the seasons swapped
    The troubled times too turned
    As the boiling rage churned
    Into a numbing silence
 
    And when I couldn’t find you anywhere
    I started then, seeing you everywhere

    In the wake of the chirping birds
    In the lightening of the thunderous storm

    And in the ephemeral scar on my Heart

Black Lives Matter

Broken down and pinned to the ground

rummaging for lost hopes

and them frozen dreams

for colour and otherwise

If you free me once

and let me soar

I shall take the solemn skies

and burn them to embers

Please, let me breathe

and pray for those

who are still alive

 

Brazen Wings

In the hope to soar high

I wished for wings to fly
  To places
    where I can breathe the sea  
To that every path
    that leads to me
 
Made of brass, that shall never falter

And everything else glass,

so brittle that is ready to shatter

 
Together, they form a mighty anchor
For all of my flights
    that I'd haul

with the ones they call
    The brazen wings.!

                                  

 FLUID

Taking a peek into the Future

the Now around me circles to surrender

like a Surgeon, with a suture in his hand

is stitching these moments together

Linking the past, present to the later

a labyrinth of life set aside in order

only to find chaos in every nook and corner

as the God in me nudges to take over

I sit by 

and stare at the sliding Forever

                                                                                               

                                                   

                                                

                                                        HURRIED  VOICES

                                                                                                  The things that weigh me down

pushing me hard but taking me nowhere

like a seed, sown from long

Unable to move

I stand sealed to the ground

Bubbling fears and doubts galore

that tells me I am lesser than everyone around

like those uncertain waves

coming yet leaving from the seashore

I break away from these repeating patterns

that try, and limit me to a corner

Somewhere, now

Him:

I wait distantly
Knowing she would walk by
May be today she would look at me
A glance, even if accidentally
In it, maybe a second goes by
Where our eyes won’t stray
Would I be able to then convey,
what I’ve been meaning to say.?

Her:

I walk by.

Knowing clearly

That he stays

waiting for me

I walk by

forcing my eyes to obey

I walk by

meaningless conversations on the way

 I walk by every day

Because if I look at him

standing on the stairway

It’s hard to say

If these feet will ever stop,

from running to him today.!

Drift

As the clouds drift by

And the birds rush

To wake up the sky

 

I found myself stranded

Looking towards the untoward

For I have just woken up

Glass-eyed

And from a torn trance

After a long restless embrace

A soul, lost and forlorn

Rising to glory

From the dark dungeons of fury