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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Hope.






Every soul has two contrasting tones
The bright and the dark
Composing life in dramatic overtones
Without them,a person would lack  a true spark

But submit not,to the negativity
True,every rose has it's thorn
the thorn is nipped,Not the rose's beauty
for each negative thought dismissed,a better person is born

Sometimes emptiness does cry in the heart of one's mind
Only one choice seems visible,standing crystal clear
The other is only seen by the blind.
Indeed,the blind...the ones that are blind to fear.


Self-pity is the most famous route to take
Pessimism is always at it's other end to greet
But the dream has to be kept alive,protected and awake
it has to become the way of life,one's own heartbeat.


There will be wounds that are real but not physically concrete
There'll be days of angst and anguish
But lose not the faith!Lose not the belief.And retreat.
The healing is painful and long,but do not languish


We're the choices we make 
 each gifted with a powerful matchstick within us,to grope
It's upon us whether-To Light our own pyre to give up,to Forsake
Or To Light a candle to Promise,to Hope.





Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Seeing the light.



Everything was a sudden blur
and the surroundings evaporated under the evil glare
fear crept in,a pain swooned when consciousness regained
The air reeked of stench and the carpet i was lying on was stained

Making an attempt to stand,i realized
my clothes were torn and hair disheveled,every inch of me pained,
 I could see my nails broken and my legs indecently spread-eagled
I felt my nerves wildly tremulous,'cause of the pain inflicted

Crashing down,it all came,all my screams and the lewd laughter
forcible demonic hands,evil hisses and the crude chatter
every girl's "womanhood" is a gift she always fears
and now mine was taken while eyes burned with bloody tears

With none to hear I Cried,and I cried
till I ran out of my tears,I cried and I cried
when my consciousness left,i was dumped back in an alley
Even Lowest Humanity,sadly doesn't have any ally

Into the dark my once sunny thoughts plummeted 
Every thing with life,I feared and doubted
I was scared of myself,scared of my own touch
every breath was a torment too much

Lost in a complex spell I didn't know how to break
Lost in a conundrum ,I didn't know how to crack
I pleaded my mind to protect my sanity with a shield
I begged for the clutching shame at my heart to yield

Just when the pinnacle of my weakness was hit
Like an explosion in furnace, my whole being lit
"He did not violate me,He did not come as close to as even a touch,
grabbed every part of me,every inch, but I did NOT feel his touch"

My thoughts are still unblemished,my mind pious
My feelings-the nucleus of my body,still are righteous
I'm still as clear as the teachings of a Zen
I'm still as pure as the raindrop from heaven

I lifted myself up with the strength acquired
and the sense of Me I regained
I moved towards the mirror with little apprehension
Step by step ,peering into it with anticipation

And I saw the same beautiful girl appear
I looked at my smiling reflection-with a happy tear
A face with two guileless almonds
Sparkling eyes of black diamonds


EPILOGUE:A Rape cannot reach the true depth of a woman's body.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Language of tears.


Death doesn't put an end to Love.
-If Only.



Crashed down.Dazed and confused-
vision of joy blurred and obscured
What is the cure? For I’m not physically wounded
But lost my soul in a maze, it lies in a pandemonium of dread
The mind is obliterating memories, Or itself, is it losing?
The heart is pumping blood, Or itself, is it bleeding?
Nostalgia is a bittersweet feeling, it tells tales-
Of every picture holding your infinitesimal details
But there will be no new memories, for into an oblivion you’ve vanished
It leaves in me an infinity, where all the light is banished
Every teardrop of mine is a deep ocean of melancholy
And I swim through it to reach an illusion of you, blindly
Imagining the shore where you stand and where itself happiness seats
I reminisce the myriad moments of our harmonious heartbeats  
With every happy thought I seem to punish myself more
In every thought, lies the sound of your laughter as its core

I hope it’s a dirge to my own existence,to which I persistently hear
In that laughter I smile but it’s accompanied by a bereaving tear
It trickles clasping you forlornly
It drops remembering you wistfully

Holding my mind as a quill, it phrases
Marking my soul with a stain, it punctuates
Helplessly, they run down,they flood.more of them-
And,in their tearful language, they pen a poignant poem.




Friday, December 9, 2011

Two Syllables.


Falling into an abyss,deeply into you
Reaching out to you, anew
With my consciousness to read
With your conscience to lead
Surrounded and wrapped in your cognizance
Unraveling you in your entirety with my diligence
Every tenuous membrane to be discovered
Every throbbing emotion to be deciphered
Listening to your glistening thoughts
treasured in their sapphire,jade and diamond pots
Treading into the depths of you,I see behind the façade- 
You've hidden the tears, the heartaches-paradoxical feelings I wish to softly prod

in the blues of your consciousness, I see your fears-
I wait till your guard of masculinity clears-
To reveal the sensitive side -childish and endearing.
I let go my own weaknesses –my bearing
I don’t find them mocking one another but stroking and caressing
I see them comforting each other and embracing.
I travel around and unlock your vault of dreams
My word! They strike me like strong sunbeams
Some simple, some sweet and a few atrocious I realize your extremities
I unleash my own ambitions in bounties
I see them confiding, and each other they’ve won
I smile, for now it has become ‘our’ dream-one!
I now carefully tread into darkness-negativity in you peeps
I poke further to get it all out, but resistance reaps
No giving up, I nudge and nudge-and slowly the darker shades creep
Insecurities and petty jealousies, finally little by little, they leap
Here’s not where I should let my underlying evils seep 
Thence I gather my strengths and lull them into a sedated sleep
Rocking back and forth
Rocking back and forth
I’m now starkly conscious of you
All of me melting into all of you
nothing physical,yet burning with intensity
amalgamating into one,in tranquility
Your true consciousness and mine
Two syllables effervescing to eternally entwine
To proudly profoundly pronounce Love.


Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Purpose


If you’re the adventure I’m the thrill in it
If you’re an icicle I’m the chill in it
If you’re Cap’ Jack sparrow I’m the black pearl
If you’re the ocean I’ll be the tectonic whirl
If you’re Sherlock Holmes I’m that mystique case
If you’re a Ferrari I’m your smooth race
If you’re Jackson I’ll be your moon walk
If you’re the valley I’ll be the mountain rock
If you’re Da Vinci I’ll be the Mona Lisa
If you’re a flight I’ll be your visa
If you’re the alcohol I’ll be the high
If you’re the Gambler I’ll be your die
If you’re the sailor I’ll be your boat
If you’re the Gangster I’ll be your bullet
If you’re the officer I’ll be your badge 
If you’re the sword I’ll be its edge

Always with you directing you like a compass

Always within you enriching your purpose.

Friday, December 2, 2011

The Girl of My Dreams.


Flowing like a bubbling brook
soft steps she took
Hugging herself amorously
palms slid from arcs of her shoulders,glibly
A mellifluous tune,she hummed  
lost in a trance of her own,she swayed
Shoulders loose, not a sign of worldly burden
oh!that Godly creation,what a maiden!

Child like yet womanly-complete.
enveloped in nature-now so obsolete
And then slowly she turned
right out of a painting ,she must have leaped
Laughter etched on her luminous face
Eyes sparkling of a heavenly grace
Lips carved into perfect smile
playing with Curls of her tresses,so nubile 

Holding a little red rose,she stood with her eyes low
She was not an angelic dame,but a force,hard to forego
Such a beautiful sight, such bliss
So palpable her vivacity,hard to miss
She stood in all her resplendence
I knew her,by some striking resemblance
But how?For I know not,of such absolute woman
She glowed on the earth she stood, like a lantern

Amazed! Then it struck me,

For that girl was me
I was that happy creature,blimey!
She winked at me in her mischievousness
I smiled from the utter mysteriousness 
and I stared as she kindly smiled,Touche!
Swaying into a tiny dot,she walked away.
Becoming a Pearl in an Oyster.
A Moon in a Celestial Cluster.