Monday, January 30, 2012

RAGE


                                       

                                                                Ripples of intolerance,
            generated in some heart,
Anger, the poisonous weapon,
  tears respect apart,
Gust of grudge slaps the mind,
            causes vilification to start,
  Expounds the deepest bitterness,
                        humbleness from speech, departs.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

A day of freedom



There are times, when our hand pulls us to write something, but mind refuses to open its door, and prevents thoughts from intruding in. Since last few days, countless imaginations have been knocking my mind, but concentration is finding it difficult to stop by one of them. 
Out of several orphan thoughts floating around, I snatched one, and accomplished its desire of being articulated through words.
The words sprinkled in this poem are randomly organized, as if, they have been competing with each other to be presented first.  I hope, you’ll enjoy this randomness!

My Lord!  I am begging you,
just one day of superfluous freedom,
I want to fly above the,
deep clouds of ultimate imaginations.
Give me the infallible wings of-
wisdom and enthusiasm,
so that I can tear apart the,
storms of archaic rules and regulations.


Make me light, as light as a feather,
I want to soar upon the-
heaviness of cold weather.
Shower on me, your golden sunshine,
each ray piercing through my bare skin,
and
make me pure, as pure as your love,
so that I am deserved to be called,
a messenger of your divine soul.


Lift me up, from the ground of reality,
and fling me to fly, in the sky of fantasy,                                
I want to pluck thoughts-
this one and that too,
so as to give them words,
who are waiting to be spoken to.
Let the birds, envy me,
watching me flying,  much beyond their limit,
and the breeze, shiver out of fear,
when I take a deep breath of freedom, satisfactorily.  

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

From the ocean of life.


                               
Our life is like a prodigious ocean, resting on the bed of time, which has been forged by the collection of pearl like droplets called moments. The salinity or sweetness of these droplets is surmised by the type of memory, attached with every moment. 
There are some moments, saline in taste, which throw us back into those dark pasts, which seduces the feelings of disgrace, enmity, awkwardness and pain. No matter how hard we try to condone them, they will again shower the same rain drops of tears from our eyes, by becoming clouds of an indispensable bitter past.
In order to maintain neutrality in this oceanic life, we are blessed with some sweet memories too, that blossoms in us, the flowers of smile, rooted deep in our heart. These memories are like sunshine, which brightens a feeling of complacency, peace, harmony and ecstasy. The positive vibes sprayed in them encourages us to move on in our life, by promising us to return back similar beautiful moments, in the next part of our life as well. The happiness gathered by flying in these old memories helps us to continue our journey, underestimating the bad memories, trying to shadow our thinking. 

Every time, when the snapshots of those colorless memories blink in my mind, through the eyes of heart, I once again live that moment. A fragrance of some known old flower gets sprayed in my ambient.
But every time, when the show is over, I am left with a shivering crying smile, added with a big tear drop, trying hard to leave the arms of my lashes, and with that tear drop, once again those memories are lost!     
 
      

Sunday, January 08, 2012

Haiku- Simple things




Even simple things,
find it difficult to prove,
how simple they are!