3 Jan 2012

Idyllic Path



This is my path
For my soul searching journey
Pristine stream without ripples
Standing still like a lively canvas
For the reflections of trees aside
I can see the hidden sky
Through the lenses of the morning fog
The reflections look like a green curtain
To shy away the sunshine
The stream in its silence
Tells the story of its love for its surrounding
As they embrace the solemn peace
The zig-zag path goes hidden
While immersing itself in the fog
I saw an abandoned tent
I feel I can rest for a while in it
While burning the logs around
For some heat
And, listen to the silence of nature
May be I can grab some peace
For my beleaguered heart
Confused and smitten by emptiness
Enduring the pain of a lost soul
I hope this path will take me there
Where I can see my lost soul again
In peace and warmth
Forgiving and realizing each other
Once again


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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


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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! 


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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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