hope it is not, but not despair too || Rationale

The sky that shears the edge of this darkened nothingness

Shall breed the light of solitude, and save

A brilliant hope. For when the long gone summer

Returns the light of a million smiles, I shall be ready to recede.

universe || life in delhi

habits die hard, so does love

this habit of yours is invariably contagious, you know

every notion of which is the least wearisome though

suddenly, i'm not in hopeless love any more,

seems i've grown it in me these days…..

Another Time, Another Place.

You’re in the air I inhale, so

You’re not for me to keep…

The cup that brews this love is hoary,

Hence this moment is not for eyes to weep…

Beyond the songs I wrote for you, today

And for always, will stand by thee…

Fruits from Eden and a forbidden touch, thereof

ones that bother you today are but someone else’s plea…

Faith is faith long-gone for a faithful soul,

This elation is true and will forever be. A kite

That flies your sky at night, be the one

That brings you peace and eternal bliss alike.

Now that you be light years away from my days,

My dreams won’t trouble your nights as well. But to souls,

Which tried to touch you with their earnest wish,

You shall give them a chance to a fairer fight.

And then in days to come, in lights to shine, in another being,

Like rivers meet, when the eyes chance..

The way you said hello to me, when we first met...

And I’ll long to see this flower come back to life.

Father and Son

This is an incomplete poem. I tried writing this one after coming back from a recent trip back home. No matter how much I tried to think how this one should end, I just didn’t seem to know. So I put it up as it was ... hope some of you will try and help me finish it. Leave me a comment.

Father and Son.

Written on your face, I see

All the stories of your life so far…

All your thoughts and every muse,

That made the man – today, you are.

With your hand and on your steps,

That’s how I’ve learnt to lead my way….

And, with the light of your wisdom on me,

All my fears have steered away.

I’ve seen the world like you wanted me,

And wondered how I’ve so pensive grown.

I know you fear that I’ll float away,

Like a boat that sails the seas alone.

the last paragraph stands incomplete

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Biddings || Pax Mortalis

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To L. H.




Sweet slumber cometh only to the peaceful mind,
For the mortal needs to rest....
And, if there's not beauty in the things you see,
My biddings have gone in waste..

Sad and hurt, this heart of mine,
Doeth enough to rouse a fire…
Yet, strands of you don’t cease to fill,
The barrenness of this vacant mire…


To part with what I have with me,
To fray this cloak i wear…
To be in love, is just a point in time,
When the mind’s without fear…


To stop this fight and live a life,
I’d make my conscience clear…
But, sadly will you tell me why,
That we’ve made this fight so dear?

... ion

Dreams

Dreams

As the last of the day’s hopes give way to sweet slumber, my imagination remains active. I’m not sure where it is that it wants to wander off today, but my eyes are tired. Yes, they are. Tired after the thousand faces they’ve found and rested upon during their day-long expedition. Their search continues.

Soon I shall slip off into another world. There is nothing that can stop me. There will be roads that won’t end, and there will be places unknown. And all that I’ll see will be the sepia hue, derived from long evocative memories.

There will be flashbacks, and there will also be pictures that there never were. Some will make me happy, and there will be others I would disown. But before I close my eyes, there’s just the one thing I remember – …but I’ve promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep…