Two ends that never meet

We are like oil and water

Who is oil, who is water?

We don’t know

Where there is oil, there is water

Oil is drilled from depths of sea

From the depths of deserts

In that depth water, do exist

Quite a relation

Oil can catch fire soon

While water can extinguish fire

Perfect foil for each other

Oil can heat up the water

Both never mix

Yet balances each other

Floating together like twins

Lightning Mystery

A lightning struck my lonely hear

Though, there were no rain clouds around

I wonder where it came from!

I wonder, what is happening with me!

I saw the ever-blue canvas of vast sky

Filled with stars, asteroids, meteorites

Planets and their countless moons

Right through the goggles of sunshine

Sun dwarfed all of them

With an attitude of an emperor

I saw the pride of a mighty ruler

While shipping back to my curious heart

I found some pockets of mystery

Left behind by that surprise lightning

Am I confused or uncertain?

Am I excited or shocked?

I am bundled with countless questions

An aura of blind hope

It has swamped over the rest of my heart

I can’t understand this feeling

Something new, but not unfamiliar

I feel, I am ready for an adventure

I don’t know where it will lead me to

I am touched by the gracious prospects

Sometimes some risks are worth

More than money, lust, and emotions

As there is a heaven of serene life

Awaiting amidst the clouds of anxious hearts

As i rewind that lightning again 

I am finding some intimate response

Emerging from those mysterious pockets

Well, I need to solve this mystery

I don’t know what is there awaiting

But, I am liking this sweet little

Mystery lightning somehow

After all this heart thrives on the mystery.Well it is a good thing to have in life at times.

Summer: Two sides of one coin

Summer

A season of distress

A season of prayers

A season of anxious hope

As burning sun and his naughty games

Leaves everyone at their edge of irritation

As the droplets of water, vanish to the sky

In its new avatar of bearded clouds

Curses, thrown aplenty with painful agony

As the thermometers sore to new heights

Scientists and activists

Blames it on the shoulders of global warming

But, it’s the suffering season for all those

Living without the comfort of air conditioners

Or unable to escape to cooler pastures for vacations

While those who got the savings and riches

Packs their bags and moves to those greeny patches

To enjoy the lighthearted sunshine or enchanting rains

Or to embrace the winter in other hemisphere

They pass their time getting their exquisite

Tanned skins on those golden beaches

Sipping on those juices and cocktails of fun

Away from the sweat and fear of doomed days

The safaris take them towards the jungle

To show the final pieces of nature and animal left

While others wander in quest of entertainment

Glories in those casinos and other festivals

Learning the glorious histories and cultures

Romancing and pleasing lovers by shelling currencies

Yeah, it is the one side of a coin called life

A side of celebration at its envying best

While on the other side

Fields crack upside than any turning cricket pitch

Without the traces of priceless water

The dreams of another bumper crop

Vanished up to the sky right in front of their eyes

While tears rained down on to those fields

A helpless expression of discontent

As wells dried up, villagers struggled to fill their pots

With that precious liquid, vital for surviving

They travel the distances to bring the juice of life

Alongside those deserted highways

Crumbled animal skeletons lay in peace

Thirsty hearts crave for mercy of nature

They begged for cool breeze and blessing from heaven

A refreshing rain to quench

The deadly thirst of this biosphere

As heat waves kept taking away countless souls

To the gardens of heaven

This is the celebration of gloom and deaths

There is only a simple wish left, an end to this summer

Gruel some period of torture

But, it’s beyond the begging hands of sufferers

To control the powers of this nature

This poem is written for participating in Bridget Chumbley's One Word at a Time Blog Carnival . Please Visit and see the diverse thoughts on summer. 

Green Pond

Rain subsided

Life is getting dry again

The days of sunshine leads me

To the nights of melancholic dreams

No more chilly winds and

Dripping droplets from nascent leaves

This wetland is getting barren again

A small patch is all that left

Devoid of human encroachment

Though surrounded by buildings 

A shall rain pond

Its surface looks as if painted green

With its layer of glowing algae

Resembling a thin grassland

Starting from the sloppy valley

Created by the heap of workshop waste

Ends at the basements of walls around

Three tree pits stands dwarf

Growing afresh with new leaves

They were razed down some months ago

There are no woodpeckers or kingfishers

Flying around

But there might be some fishes in the pond

Beneath its green belly

It never ceases to fascinate me

As I see this pond, re-emerging from dry patch

Aftermath every monsoon

Each time it takes different shapes

It will dry up again soon

It will remain idle, waiting for next monsoon

It’s a haven for mosquitoes now

Even though I wish to see, it dried up soon

As I don’t want bites from mosquito babes

Sweethearts who love my blood

I will keep this unusual green pond

In my monsoon memories

This is the 150th poem in this blog.A small landmark.
Well this is about a pond in my neighborhood that emerges periodically after every monsoon.

Who is she?

Who is she?

I wonder

She came, she conquered

An angel with silky tongue

Flutters all the time

Her chirpy thoughts

With her unique, shy smile

Even as I lost myself

Looking deep into her

Tempting blue eyes

She kept laughing with immense joy

I wonder what prompts her

To come for me

Though, I am just a mute spectator

She gives surprising looks

As if asking me , where am I ?

She is  in a hurry always

Holding my hand with her velvet hand

She drags me to her favorite places

Explains every little thing

About whatever she likes

But, all I look at is her beauty

Her antics and her style

All I hear is her endearing voice

I feel she is living her life through me

Trying to find something, she lost

As she utters with a sigh

You are, you remind me

At end of our every conversation

And walks away towards silence

With her smile waning down

Like setting sun in the eve

Making way for inconsolable tears

That she prefers to hide from me

But I still wonder

Who is she!  

Well,don't misunderstand me! I am still wondering who is she. I saw her in a dream. Lol. 

Shade of Darkness

Darkness, a shade of unknown fear,

which blinds the vision, in a way.

It prompts eyes to seek rays of light

To find the lost path and direction

Without maps of emotions

To get to a secured shelter

Darkness is the colorful pain

In the eyes of a blind

The only color that makes up a huge world

A color that reminds the presence of

A brighter world that is beyond them

It befriended the colorless noise

To guide through a strange world

Built with dreams and passion

But kept alive with the means of sinful desire

To make it bigger for comfort, not for peace

A place, not meant for those who struggle

It’s a big damn world of brightness

Where even the ones with bright eyes

Wander in its wilderness in search of hope

Darkness is an endless void that fills heart

When love cease to rise from depths

Of the solemn soul

As it lost its wings in the fury of fate

Charred into ashes of peace

Destined to embrace the freedom of heaven

Away from the world of hatred

Just as this bright day, the dark night also fascinates me with its treasure of mysteries to explore,and i am just trying to unearth some.

My Pleasantly disturbed Thursday

Indeed,

I hardly slept during night

Due to a troublesome flu

Set alarm to wake up so early

To call my friend

Whenever I felt like sleeping

Some thoughts keep coming into mind

I kept scribbling down

Into pieces of poems

After travelling through the highways

Of my memories

I saw my ever-pleasant village

Innocence prevails in its atmosphere

I saw the people I left behind

The ones who cared me so much

My lonely childhood

The places where I used to play

With my imaginary friends

I wonder how I started hating it

Though the warmth of their love

Still touches my heart

I saw how my life took shape

From my lonely childhood

As I scrambled through my options

Seeked suggestions from others

I found my mind in a state of stagnation

I searched whole day for an inspiration

Until I saw pleasantly disturbed Thursday

I realized, I have to get back to the past

To dig the treasure of memories

To churn out the missing pieces in my collection

My words

I wonder, the more I try to put lid on

Those dark days of my life

It seems to flash inspiring visuals

For me to cultivate my art

Now, curiosity has taken over my heart

To find out the meaning of forgotten relations

Those priceless moments  

The wish to go out and find those

To see, how they are

But , I don’t want to walk back to those corridors

As I have to move on to new pastures

 This poem is written for participating in Duane-Scott's Blog Carnival. Please visit. 

 

Another Mom

As a kid, I was lucky

Being loved by people around

In my neighborhood

There was an aunty,

Younger than my mom was then

She and her husband was fond of me

As they didn’t had kids, then

She showered love on me

That could envy any mom

She looked after me like her own kid

Took me to her home, when she had time

Or I visited her when I missed her

Everyday, she used to feed me the lunch

With my favorite fried eggs of fish

I liked being with her

Since she cared me a lot

One day I called her “mom”

As I couldn’t differentiate her love

From my own mom

She was happy at that moment

Months later, she moved on afar

When she finally had her own child

She named him after me

May be in my memory

When I visited her once, years later

She was so happy

And I felt the same warmth in her eyes

Despite we didn’t meet for long

I haven’t seen her, ever since

But I feel, I have another mom in her

Some relations are unique

Rising from the bottom of hearth

With more depth than bloodily relations

This is about a lady who loved me like her own son.

A bridge

A bridge is all they need

As an year ago

They saw young lives drowning

To depths of that river bed

On a fierce rainy day

As their boat capsized

As it carried more people than

It could afford to

This path is the shortest one

To get to the school

So students take risk

Crossing the river on boats

Than travelling long distances

Even as parents fear about another tragedy

With the monsoon raising water level

As usual in this river

A bridge remains a dream

As politicians have time only to talk

They can’t see the plight of people

Even after numerous lives were lost

I couldn't resist writing on this,when i saw students crossing a furious chaliar river on country boats.Only an year ago some students lose their lives in that river. Hope that someday they will get a bridge for safer journey.

Love to friendship

Hardest thing in this world is

 To be the friend of your love

When you know he is

 Someone else's life

It’s hard to control emotions

As Old Memories and dreams

Flocks the heart, giving

A sense of great loss

Every time when you see him

Heart craves for getting closer

Like the olden days

With nostalgic eyes

He conquered your untamed heart

Made you his beautiful princess

Filled dreams in you

About life together

Still you are there in his heart

 He wanna care you like before

 But from a distance

As a loving friend

This poem is written for a friend,some what in tandem with her tune.

Slaughtered Hand

A mistake

Intentional or unintentional

Brought the wrath from all directions

Mobs burned his effigies

Mobs demanded his blood

Some waited for law to take its course

But a few couldn’t wait

They executed their own law

By slaughtering a hand

That wrote things they didn’t like

Though everyone has right to express

Their thoughts and opinions

From nowhere he became famous

His words made him the enemy

Of chauvinists who talks about god

But god never assigned anyone

To execute anyone

For talking against the will of god

The palm less hand strikes the eye

As the symbol of hatred

Spread by heartless

Religiously blinded chauvinists

The enemy of humanity

This is about a person whose hand was butchered by some anti-social miscreants for expressing radical opinions.

Strength Within

Strength isn’t the ability of someone to thrash things

It isn’t the trait of a man who can slam down opponents

It isn’t the cavalry of an arrogant dictator with weapons

It isn’t a toy that can be bought in a mall with a credit card

Strength is the cloud of emotions that can keep one alive

When all the tough situations drag one towards a trench

When the whole world is against you and you are cornered

You never look for a weapon or hideout

You look for strength within the soul at that time

I saw the strength through the words of a girl

Who laughed and fought with me, during her last days

After knowing that she won’t survive after four months

When she came to say goodbye to all the friends

I saw the strength within her to face the worst

Just two days before she died

I saw strength within in the eyes of my dad before he died

As he strived to catch one more breathe to survive

I saw the strength within myself when I signed the document

That proclaimed his death, without shedding any tears

I found strength within when I tried to console my Mum

As she eagerly asked about his survival

I had to reveal the truth cold-hearted

I felt the strength within in the trembling voice of a girl

Who was within moments away from leaving this world

To get back to the life and win over the tough battle

There is no need for riches or advice if one can discover

The strength within the heart, to fight back in life

From any adversities that pop up from time to time

This post is written for Bridget Chumbley's blog carnival, on the topic of strength. 

Image from Unsplash

Isla Amor

Isla Amor

A small island of curse

In the Brazilian seaway

Surrounded by white beach

Lush green with bushes and coconut trees

Bought for romantic honeymoon

Turned out to be the last straw

In a relation

Now one of the cheapest islands

Something painful for owner

Trying to forget at the best

About a lost wedding diamond ring

A ruined honeymoon

Mysterious downfall of a doggie

A failed attempt to cheer

The Heartbroken wife

Horrible hours of dehydrations

A long wait for help from mainland

Bed ridden days in clinic

And a tragic divorce aftermath

May be it’s a lucky land

That measured the depth of love

 That didn’t existed as he expected

He showered his wealth to make her happy

But she couldn’t bear a tough day

Neither his riches was able stop her from leaving

Nor his painful tears of love

Isla Amor, teaches the lesson

True love stands by at all tough times

Glittering feelings vanishes in moments forever

He may call it as Isla Cadella

Instead of Isla Amor 

But it’s his lucky charm that freed him

Towards a world of true love,

That he will discover one day

 This poem is totally inspired by an ad of an island for sale. For more details check out Isla Amor. 

Bleeding Tears

You cry, when you are hurt

It is same with others

When you hurt someone

You might not know, the depth of their wounds

That you inflicted upon their hearts

As you are kept away, from those grief

As they believe,

You won’t be able to understand it

They just wish a piece of mercy from you

Some moments of peace away from you

It’s not due to any hatred

They just wish for some calmer times

Not to be hurt furthermore

As they prefer to cry in the loneliness

Without letting, anyone see their tears

Sometimes, excessive tears can induce bleeding

Through the nose without any warning

The more they love you

The tears will be harder to stop

As they don’t expect you to hurt so bad

Unlike others

They panic to control the blood and tears

Yet without any anger or ill feelings

It’s cruel not to see the depth of that love

Be it friendship or any relation

You don’t have any right to hurt anyone

Even if they have hurt you once in past

Even if you don’t care

At least can spare them with their plight

If you care, apologize from heart

All those tears will melt down into relief

As you are someone with high esteem in their heart

Control your anger when you are with your beloved

Your words have power to heal or hurt

Measure it with precision to constrain

As even, you don’t wish to cause anyone to bleed

Unintentional, yet if someone bleeds with tears

Care them and make them feel better

And never make them cry again

Tears are dangerous than you think

There is no point in loving from heart

If you can’t show it when it matters

Sometimes words are enough to console

Spare some words and use the better ones  

Rather than cussing, just tell with calmness

What you feel, they will understand

If you wish their happiness

Never let them cry with your words

Cos tears bleeds sometimes

It’s painful than you can imagine 

Some times i find hard to control anger.Only later i realise that,ive hurt someone when i was angry.Well,unintentional rants can land someone in trouble with tears,Experience taught me this lesson.

Time

I wish to cease the time 

So that i could save some 

As it is running so fast

Leaving me desperate to catch

Some breath in between my quests 

This poem derived from my feeling that 24 hours isn't enough to complete the tasks on a given day.I am lazy enough,but strive to do a lot,reaching nowhere. Yeah, i would love some planet where there are more than 24 hrs available in day.Lol.

Rainbow Prince

Rainbow Prince

He is pretty and witty

 A perfect secret soul mate

He lives in her diaries and heart

Someone she calls her own

He travels with her all day

And rests in her words at night

He fills her dreams with magic

He grew with her words over the years

A bonding untold

He knows her teenage dreams

He knows her ambitions

He is her boyfriend

Whom she makes jealous

She looks up to him to wipe her tears

She looks up to him to hug her joys

She lives a life with a life with him

Far away from the eyes of people around her

He sits beside her until she catches sound sleep

She tells him everything happened on that day

 He is her warrior who fights for her anger

She tries to find him in those pretty faces

That catches her attention

He is her ideal man

But she knows, nobody can be like him

He is her confidante to store her secrets

He never hurts her, just loves her

She prefer this prince over all flirts

 Cos they look for only fun

They don’t have time for her feelings

This is her perfect fairytale love story

That keeps her going in her loneliness

There is no place for heartbreaks

As she fights and patches up everyday

A routine she loves to follow

She has obligations to meet

Can’t hurt anyone,

He taught her what love is  

Gave her courage to face life

He lets her enjoy life to the fullest

Finding happiness in whatever she do

Someday a man will come to take her away

But, she will take her rainbow prince with her

She will try to assimilate him in her man

A tough task, but it’s a wish

This poem is about a secret imaginary lover of my friend.There might be million rainbow princes living in hearts of millions of girls.  

A never-ending wait

Sitting in the verandah

A dad was in thoughts

A dilapidated cycle hung from the roof

A reminiscent of a colorful past

It’s three years

Since his son got nabbed

Still got the hope of his return soon

Police nabbed him as a suspected rebel

In the eyes of rebels

He was an informer

Caught in between two warring fronts

Like him, many poor people are struggling

Living in fear

Suspected

No justice

No help towards freedom

Death or life at somebody’s mercy

Join a front

It’s a risk

Cos informers are deep-rooted within village

A life without peace or aim

Survival is the only dream

But that dream soured

As the son finally got released

Rebels took their turn to nab him

Charged him with crime of informing

Executed without mercy

I wonder what sort of revolution is this!

They fight for the so-called poor

They terrorize the same poor

They kill the same poor mercilessly

What crime did those poor people commit?

No one has answer

In few days that dad will know

That his son won’t come back ever

He lived with one hope until now

Return of his beloved son

Who will answer for his broken dreams?

Can anyone give him back the soul?

That he took care for so many years

Now he face the lonely old age without support

Those who can’t see the pain of a dad

They can’t be humans

They are just butchers of innocent people

For their selfish glory

This poem is about a real life incident.There are many families in that part of the world who are facing this situation,caught in between rebels and authorities.Suspected by both parties,and they pay the price for being innocent.

A day for yourself

Take a break from your anger

Take a break from your tensions

Take a break from your tears

Take a break from your regrets

Take a break from your dreams

Give yourself a day for peace

Go out and spread all your love

Shower all your care

Fly yourself in a world of freedom

Give compliments to the ones closer to you

Tell you mother and sisters

That they are beautiful

Tell your girl friends that they are sexy

Tell your brothers and friends

That they are handsome

Go out and spread the love

Let others know how much they mean to you

Make them feel wanted

As they makes up your world

In sorrows and joy alike

Have a great, peaceful day

Keep sometime for yourself

To rest and rejuvenate

As the marathon of life keeps going on

And you are just a runner

Trying to cross the finishing line

But the finishing line keeps moving away

As you reach near it

No one can sit back and live in glorious past

Cos tomorrow is a new day

With new tasks to finish and new glories to achieve

This poem is derived from the message sent by my friend July.