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Monday, February 25, 2013

Faith

“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” 
 
Mahatma Gandhi



The Brahmin chanted the mantras with intensity
As the multitude of flowers, spread their fragrance
He sprinkled turmeric and rubbed vermilion fiercely
Like those were the defining moments of his existence
In the idol, he could see something more, something more than I could see
For I could just see a sculpture and its creator’s brilliance

But nothing more, that looked like it could answer all my wishes

Then I saw the fakir with his peacock feathers
And many a people in prostration, in utter devotion
With their holy hymns in the mosque,peace flowed in rivers
The believers call it an act of catharsis, a divine Purification,
Their belief was palpable; I stood admiring them and their prayers
I still failed to understand what brought in their gratification

I couldn't find in it,any reply that acknowledges all my wishes

Then I saw the Reverend, a personification of kindness,
Like it was a rare diamond--he held the Bible close to his heart
A smile on his face, he looked like he knew the way to happiness
With a sonorous deep voice, he orchestrated his sermon like Mozart
They were pearls of wisdom, words of simple greatness
Yet, I couldn't find the belief’s source, the core, the start

Nothing that could help me trust that someone will listen to my wishes

What triggers the belief in people? I couldn't help but feel jealous
They've unquestioning trust in an entity, proven only in fables
Just then I saw a young lady offering food to a man, a homeless
His face lit up with an expression of belief! He smiled,like she were a gift of the angels
I realized the faith that stood unwavering inside me, now vociferous
It stood unfailing through genocides, massacres and brutal battles

My every wish can only be granted by the Mankind!
My Belief!! My Faith lies in the mankind!



Sunday, February 10, 2013

Too good to be true




When I'm black and blue,
Standing confused without a clue,
Somehow you always find out a way,
Making life look like a child's play,
Your love so true,that it's almost palpable,
What are you!?a figment or a fable?
Shed the disguise!and tell me who really are you?
Cos you're too good to be true,too good to be true

Moments




If eyes meet that's a moment for shyness.
if hands meet that's a moment of closeness.
if lips meet that's a moment of passion.
if hearts meet that's a moment of celebration.

Power of You



I could hear the rain outside,but i would rather hear your heart beat.
I could feel the warmth of the fire in the coldness,but i would rather feel the warmth of you.
I could see the beautiful moonlight,but i would rather be lost in your eyes.
I could be in the best places of the world,but i would rather be in rags with you.
I could be powerful,all on my own,but i would rather be a slave for you.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Masterpiece.




Seen you following my every move, on each step of the way,
The lowering of my eyes as my head tilts and as my hips sway
Made me conscious of my womanliness
Watched me lovingly, like a man, your look fighting away my heart’s loneliness
Your eyes looking at my lips, yearning
Like the desire to taste the forbidden fruit-burning
You made me feel like a masterpiece
Eager to touch with an awe that never seems to cease

Kites!!



Have you seen those two kites?
Soaring high crossing paths, taking bites
Have you seen those little tykes?
Trying to deter one another’s flights
Have you seen those kites’ fights?
Climbing high, then slowing down, teasing. Flirty delights!
Have you seen them fly together into the heights?
Curling around, trying to make a knot of eights
Have you seen them trying to become inseparable within our sights?
Doesn't it remind you of our loving nights?
Curled and snuggled in arms,our waltzing shadows under many a moonlights!
But time has conducted it's rites
pushing us into life's tedious twisted dendrites
My love,look at them fly,look at them fly into the skylights 
Doesn't it make you wish that we were just a couple of kites!
Ah! Just a couple of silly little kites.

The Candle,The letters and The Red Rose


The candle sways about its soft glow,
As the melted wax speaks in sorrow
The promises, the kisses, and the dances in the light of its halo
All extinguished! Nothing left but thin lingering fumes of memories

The stack of letters rustled,
Speaking of their importance, they bustled
The dreams, the scents, and the imaginations it housed
All dusty! Nothing left but traces of inky words of memoirs

The long-stemmed old red rose trembled wearily,
Voicing her momentous part in the love story
The smile, the proposal, and the “yes” it boasted of, as its own victory
All withered! Nothing left but shades of redness of loving reminisces

The candle, the letters and the rose stranded on the desk of teak
Three little things, carrying the eternal signs of love on each cheek
The trust, the faith and the love, they orchestrated to the peak
All remained! Indeed nothing had left! The lovers still lived in these souvenirs

In the candle’s glory, the still kissed and danced
In the letters’ hum, they still imagined and dreamed
In the rose’s quiver, they still chuckled and smiled
Lovers live on, their love mingles into everything. Never dies. It lives on and on!