3 Jan 2012

Emptiness






Endless voyage leading one to nowherE
Muddling the mind like a shrewd worM
Playing the tunes of poignance in a looP  
Tiring the senses with hot rains of guilT
Irking the feeling of loneliness like chillI   
Nesting the darkness as a soulless EdeN  
Embracing the tears as a shelter of frailE
Silencing the soul with frozen emotionS
Surrendering the love of life to thoughtS


Images courtsey: ravsworld , greek viking & Adlan

Rainbow on River USK




A welsh winter morning
After an enlightened new-year
Gloomed with dark clouds
Groomed with silent rain
Chilled with wind from riverside
The festive mood was still in air
As the near empty roads suggested
I went for a walk with a friend
Gracing the lonely rain
Walking along the riverside
The usk river remained a slim beauty
Glazing its bare muddy curves
We turned around
A spectacle semi circled the river
Like a colorful hanging bridge
From the edge of its side
To the heights of a nearby tower
A rainbow sparkled
Like a portrait on cloudy canvas
As we snapped up its beauty
With our eyes
The sky opened its canvas
Tearing away the clouds
Making way for the sun to surface
It wished the dawn with a bright smile
While bidding adieu to the soul rain
As the glamour of sun flourished
The fantasy trail of rainbow diminished
With a silent goodbye! 


Image Courtsey: BBC

1 Jan 2012

Helpless Moments




Some moments freezes as it is
Refuses to melt down
As if, it is an imprint to live with
The more I try to forget it
The more it haunts me
A deep regret within my soul
A plight I tried to avoid
I chased the time, to catch some air
Even the shortest distance from safety
Looked so distant, on a night slept in silence
But, my legs weren’t strong enough
In that night of misfortune
I prayed for all the luck
There was nothing left in my destiny
A hollow mind and a strangled heart
Kept me drowning,
While I tried to hold on to the hands of hope
I still ask myself, why I am so slow to react
When it matters the most!
I wonder why I forgot even the sense
To make a simple call , I panicked
As I saw the last breath gasping to the doom
Stood numb and signed that record
On final moment of your life
I still can’t forgive myself
For failing to save you, by a whisker
A few minutes,
I wished I could buy those moments
And give you a breather
While I saw
 You flying away from me forever
Leaving my hands
I still haven’t found my promised land
Without you, I am still wandering




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New Year 2012



Just a change of guard
Like we move from yesterday to today
We leave behind bunch of memories
We leave behind the treasures of joy
We leave behind the trenches of losses
As the clock tick to the twelve
The fireworks mar the beautiful winter sky
With the smoke covering the glowing stars
A night is kept awake with loud music
With dancing floors sweating in its misery
Rather than the nectar, alcohol flows
Like rivers of ecstasy filling empty hearts
While those struggling, wish for a change
Hope for a new dawn and new path
Those who gave up hope plays down
It’s just another number, a routine
While the predecessors wonder in heavens
What is this mess?
This is just another month and another day
While April is the real New Year
Now it’s a fools new year
But how about those cultures
Where there are many new years
Depending upon on beliefs and harvests
Yeah, it’s just another day another year
A cycle to repeat to add to the history
This time that year that day
Get some sleep and wake up
It’s the same you
Even with all new resolutions




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30 Nov 2011

Dawn of retirement



They worked like machines through ages
To build their lives and future of their kids
Now, old to be dynamic,
Yet, for authorities, they are not old enough
To seek the leisure and peace of retirement
May be they are living in fool’s paradise
As politicians never retire until heaven calls them
 What will these hapless people do?
Alone in their final days
Nobody around to look after
Left to face the freeze in the winter
With no heat aids to support
No money for holidays
Pawns of hedging pension funds
Generations spoiled with benefits
Cut aside from the values of Victorian age
The system of looking after the old aged
All within the family
In the name of independence
Leaving home at early age
Leaving the burden on government
To look after an ageing population
Who is to blame?
The middle aged can’t even rest
As pensions mocks at their face
As a question mark over their future
With no choices to opt
Destined to work longer
In the name of higher life expectancy
Some of them can’t even see the dawn of retirement
Recession is a silly excuse
To cover the holes of faulty economic policies
There is money to support wars abroad
But, there is no money for the beleaguered
Now they can work more
With a dream about a dawn
Sitting in the couch, reading a paper
Going out with friends to the pub
To beach to feel the sunshine
Without the stress from bosses
Without the worry about paychecks
With pension, the mr. safeguard on side
Without depending on anyone else
But, that dawn of retirement is moving farther
Somebody has to stop it sooner!



 This poem is a form of support for those people who deserve early retirement!When the legs and hands become weak, we should let them rest and live the life without worries! Extending the retirement age is an escapism! Images: Thanks to respected copyright holders!