Walking Down Life

Since years I have woken up, when sun was shining by my side,

Watched myself in the mirror, dressed, bathed, looked better everyday,

Selecting colours to put on, pinning my hair , that my work would abide,

Drove across the hush and rush of lives, flying past me with the clock’s play,

Against the volatile nature of heart, my mind always waged a war,

Cutting through the veins of pain and sorrow, anger had a place to gain,

When neither the drizzle, nor the shivering cold could disturb my mind at par,

I kept raging upon expectations, that craved for me , I was their righteous claim,

Even my sleep wont cradle me anymore, as I had shunned her with the burning lamp,

The morning came with ringing alarms, for all that had to be done while the sun burned upon,

When the throbbing nerves, and heaving of chest seems like a chaos within eyes damp,

Someone slow me down, before I realize that with time my life has gone…

Questions

So many questions  I ask myself every day,

 About right and wrong,

 On how to decide what right is, and what is wrong,

 Since the moment the alarm strikes a chord,

 Till the moment my senses don’t drop,

 Questions of ‘how’s and ‘when’s,

 Of how to answer with a ‘no’ ?

 Or spilling the ugly truth, u shouldn’t know?

 Whether red looks good or not?

or, when to give in to a temptation without another thought? 

So many questions,  I ask myself everyday,

 About feelings, for me and from me,

 Give away the trust, should I or should I not?

Or whether  to tie my anger with a knot?

At times when the mind races faster than the clock,

 And the questions are unwilling to stop,

To yourself, it is hard to deceive,

But to answer one self, it is a further difficulty to achieve.

DRAMA ON-STAGE

When the lights flood the dust and space on-stage, above a wooden platform,
the darkness beyond its length, from where applause comes as a storm,
the boundaries of lines and curves, within which an art unfolds on-stage,
as the colors of make-up, volumes of wigs
 and costumes define a
character's cage,
the aesthetics of art, rubbed upon each artist and polished to shine,
a web of dialogues, movements, expressions, to entangle minds, and also incline,
music elevating moods, tranforming acts,
 into stories, which have a life and soul,
lessons, taught by the abstract forms of bodies and emotions,
 sclupted from life's mould,
the shades of life, are etched in your mind,
after the fountain of drama sprinkels upon you,
a way out of the mundane, within the depth of consience,
has a door on-stage, showing itself only with righteous queue.

Rhythms Of Life

The beat of drums, leads the thumping of my heart,

The clouds bursting against one another; their sounds awaken the heart with a start,

The flute pumps waves of melody seamlessly into the air,

Peacocks dance in the rhythmic rains, as the love pours down, along with care,

The strings of violins, invoke memories of love and sorrow,

The bends of the rivers, gush over the rocks, telling stories of paths wide and narrow,

The claps of hands and taps of feet can tell a story of their own,

Wind clapping over leaves, speaks of wishes with which he was blown,

The sound of each drop, jumping down a cloud, into the pond,

The humming of breaths, in the silent nights where sleep twists its wand,

The slow moving of sand beneath your feet,

The mild dance of dreams, over the soft tune, in which thoughts and emotions meet.

It Starts At The End

To every tender shoot, will grow a green stem,
Which shall wither into brown one day,
Every flower will be sucked through its tendons,
and will turn crisp some day,

Every pebble was conceived by a strong rock,
Every raindrop seeped within the earth,
was once craddled amongst the clouds' flock,

The tiny feet that twisted within a womb,
grow old to wrinkle and tremble,
The heart that softens wildest rage,
turns fragile when its soul crumples,

The earth dancing before the mighty sun,
grows old wth every turn,
The bubbling waves will someday
be breathed in by the sun's burn,

The sour drops of failure,
mature into sweetness with the ticking clock,
The brisk grey ashes,
could once melt the rock strong ice with a mock,

The waves strung from a violin ,
shall never vibrate within its cords again,
The words that bridged hearts once,
flow away like a breeze flowing away the grain,

The bubble blown out of a straw,
gifts you a smile before bursting over your fingers,
The way sunrise settles into your eyes,
then seeps into your heart , before sunset lingers,

The black and whites of life start at each others end,
Let your soul enlighten into divinity,
before He stretches His hand over the next bend......

Blackout With The Darkness

Within a moment the sparkling bulbs and street lamps beeped into darkness,
As I sat alone in the shadowed room,watching silhouettes, staring into nothingness,

As my brain clicked the panic button,
I clutched my mobile in reflex,
From it a flashlight chained out rays,
as I heaved a sigh, while my heart beats grew complex,

The creek of the bed, the click of the buttons, the tiny vowels of my walking feet,
Sounded clear in the numb silence, with my eyes searching for wisps and flashes to greet,

The flashlight scanned a wax wrinkled candle in the corner of a window,
Old that it was, I handed it a match stick , to walk it across the shadow,

However dumb the fear sounded in my mind,
it silenced my sanity and drew it away,
And I walked holding a candle in my hand,
searching rooms for ghosts while trying to pray,

The walls werent welcoming as always,
nor were the curtains and closets,
So I opened the door;
today hearing the neighbours was unlike their usual croaking like crickets,

I stepped out into the verandah,
where the moonlight rained upon me,
Overhead the darkness was bejeweled with innumerable stars ,
like the bubbling waves of sea,

So many of them I had never seen before;
rocking his boat amongst them was the moon,
This darkness outside was friendly with me,
he calmed me using his sparkling drape as a boon,

He cajoled my sanity and brough her back to rest within me,
Then before saying goodbye, he engulfed himself around me,
And in a flash he was gone, leaving the light to welcome me.

While I Wait

The wings of wind, flying lightly past me as though whispering something,
Words withered at the corners,
while flying from across your side of the ocean uptil mine,

How ever carefully I try to listen , it drowns into noise , the way bells ring,
I turn around to find the broken shards of your words,
but there are none, even to whine;

While we were together , we smiled watching our hearts dance in the frenzy of rain,
But across the curtains of land and sea,
they now wander through the damp clouds of pain,

Have we lost each other, or has the fear of loneliness scared us into believing this,
Do you still love me the same,
or has my touch lost its warmth, that u nomore miss,

Does the moon you look at , still shines upon your memories of me,
Does the soft silence of sleep , crackle with my voice,
or do the dreams take you on a spree ,

The silence in these winds, the stilness of these trees,
The moonless nights, the empty hand that you once held ,
all cry in silent weeps,

All those memories flood my dreams, across timetables of sun and stars,
While a hope, unites lips with smiles,
eyes with hopes, promises with faith, locked across bars,

And I decide to wait, for the wind to bring me your words,
For your hand to fill mine, for our hearts to dance again,
like a rain-washed waltz of the birds.
All While I wait...........
I'll wait...