"If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . . If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!" ~ Shel Silverstein
Sunday, 22 February 2015
Love Virgin
And he had
the honor of engraving the first letter on the clean slate of her heart. Never would
she forget the first. Not even in her sleep. He penetrated all the layers of iron
that she had built around her heart shielding it from the emotions and feelings
she thought were a sign of weakness. Vulnerability is a trait of the weak and mean
she said. But he penetrated the tough exterior all the same. Like a fish diving
into the mighty ocean he dived straight into her heart, free and effortless. He
sold her the best dreams one ever could. And she bought them. The dreams were
just too magical to resist. She felt herself being spun around in a rainbow,
flying high in the sky like a nymph. Her defenses could not hold. The mighty iron
wall came tumbling down like a castle of sand. All her arrogance, her pride, her
ego withered away before the spell he cast. He had the wee bit honor of
breaking her. He stained the love virgin with indelible marks on her soul
forever. He became a part of her. Something she will never be able to let go of.
And she gave a bit of her soul to him. Something she would never have back.
He became a part of her literature with the pieces and bits of him peering from
her letters. He would always be found in those words if someone ever tried to
explore them. Immortalized in the ink of her words for the ages to come.
Saturday, 21 February 2015
Unheard Melodies
You could live in the same house
Under the same roof
For thirty years
And not feel anything
And you could spend
Three days with a stranger
And get pulled in by the whirlpool
Of their unheard melodies
And unsung sonnets
In an instant
Caught in their spell
Forever
Time has been just a lazy spectator
Watching us from a distance
And laughing
As how we fall prey to its infinite traps.Saturday, 14 February 2015
My Idea Of Heaven
Your idea of heaven is wine and houris
Beautiful women and their splendor
Jewels and diamonds
Sapphires and rubies
Lakes of milk and honey
Palaces and army of slaves
Tell them this is not my heaven
My idea of heaven is a serene green land
A meadow with white flowers
Where lovers roam
Holding hands
Unafraid of losing each other
Ever
My idea of heaven is an adorable little girl
The cherubic smile on her doting face
Etched forever
My idea of heaven is children
Beautiful cute little children
Lots of them
Their laughs rising like colorful bubbles
My idea of heaven is eternal peace
The bliss which never leaves
The love you forever feel
My idea of heaven is a place
Where a mother never wails
For a dead child
Where a father never lifts a light coffin
Not wines and houris
Nor rubies and sapphires
Not palaces and slaves
My heaven is eternal peace
The bliss which never leavesThe love you forever feel
Friday, 13 February 2015
Life As We Know
The missing pieces
The ever present absence
The unbridled heart
Never ending struggles
Unfettered longings
Inciting impulses
Burning temptations
Dark abysses
Intricate mazes
Haunting obsessions
Dancing demons
Dark abysses
Intricate mazes
Haunting obsessions
Dancing demons
Endless circle of suffering
Unrelenting chains of pain.Roadside
Cars swooshing past
Courtyard of a cozy café
Little wooden chairs
And round little tables
Red and white napkins
Polka dots table cloth
Fluttering with the breeze
Yellow roses
Blue vases
Raybans and long coats
Leather jackets and long boots
That fringe on the forehead
Soft murmur on the lips
Never fading smiles
Occasional laughter
Bells tinkling
Glint of the ring
The world wrapped in a rainbow.
Somewhere In The Sky
Clouds scattered
In the deep blue sky
Soft fluffy cotton candy
White as snow
Endless love
Pure bliss.Tapestries
We are all weaving
the tapestries of our story
And our tapestries are the same
It’s the colors which differ
They have different shades
Their own auras
The stories we weave
Are all one tapestry
It’s our color which
Gives it the touch of our story.
Tonight
Tonight I’m missing you
Like I never have
Snuggling in the blanket
Sitting in my warm bed
I hear your voice
Calling out my name
Again and again
It resonates
The softness of it
Drenched in pure silk
The sweetness
Someone pouring honey in my ears
My heart melts
Soft as wax
Arising feelings
Sweet as hot chocolate,Drinking In
I am drinking in your love
I’m drinking from all the memories
That we made
I’m drinking the golden syrup
Of the memories
Poured out in silver cups
Basking in ecstatic delight
My soul is singing the same song
It used to sing
When it heard your voice.
Sunday, 8 February 2015
Reminiscence
I remember the poem I wrote
For you
And then sent it all the way
It was a silly one
A simple thing
Yet so full of love
You had loved it
Waking up to it
Reading it first in the morn
You had absolutely adored it
Never did I know
That in the days to come
I would be writing
Verse after verse
Looking for the trail
that disappeared
Into a dark cave
At midnight
In the blue moon.
For you
And then sent it all the way
It was a silly one
A simple thing
Yet so full of love
You had loved it
Waking up to it
Reading it first in the morn
You had absolutely adored it
Never did I know
That in the days to come
I would be writing
Verse after verse
Looking for the trail
that disappeared
Into a dark cave
At midnight
In the blue moon.
Paper and Blazing Colors
Whenever I will miss you
I will pour you out
Raw
On paper
Dyed
In blazing colors,Wednesday, 4 February 2015
Red and Gold
The sun is about to set
The world is dyed in shades
Of orange and gold
The wind becomes colder
I zip up my jacket
Up to the neck
Wrap my arms around me
Feeling the chill
Of the approaching evening
I shudder a little
A strange sadness engulfs me
Taking me in its arms
Ever so gently
Makes me smile
A small tear flows
Out of the corner of my eye
I reminisce
Feeling the sweet pain
Faintly
Somewhere in the heart
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