A Strange Goodbye

Goodbye to those last vestiges of pain

To those lovely reminders of a fast approaching end

Those marching soldiers of death always forward

Goodbye my faithful yet demanding friend

I gave you my life and now I am reclaiming it back

You wont give up that easily.

Quit your tenacious grip in my brain

It is not going to work

This old girl has crossed over to the other side

Meet me there if you dare

No, I must'nt chide you

I must thank you for your unrestrained company

Would have continued walking by your side

Till death do us part

But I want to live now so let me be.

I thank thee once again

With wishes for you to not come back.

This is what I call, a strange goodbye.

To Heaven and Beyond

Photographs cannot grasp as many moments as words. The limits for imagination get stretched beyond anything which is why this need to pen down my thoughts. This is more in the nature of expressing my feeling of awe. It is strange how cities make you yap incessantly, every word uttered quite inconsequential and insignificant. Not quite the case in places far removed from civilization as we know it. Here I don't dare utter a word out of context from the fear of disrespecting the beauty around me. Surrounded by limitless towering peaks and lush stretches of land, I do not feel diminished by this vastness. On the contrary there is a sense of challenge. I am invigorated to do everything in my power to preserve this beauty. Arunachal Pradesh the "valley of lights" has invoked this light within me.

Death’s Dance in the Palms of Mortals

Booming turmoil through a normal day

There a sun turns red with rage

And here mortals writhe in pain

Embellishing one’s mind with all that gore

What’s the point, one may ask

In a world disturbed thus

Such questions appearing polarized

Endless debates leading to nowhere

Disturbed by the human toll

There is a tug at one’s heart

Far removed from all these miseries

And yet, is one an island?

Concern writ on the ones who survived

For victims of the perverseness of human mind

Concern that it could be me another time

Losing everything, spare inches from oblivion

The toil and sweat of a thousand gone

Cascading down into a pile of rubbish

Thousands thoughts being the definitive cause

While creation and destruction see-saw

One wonders at the infinite power to create and destroy

Scary though sounds such a proposition

Truth ringing from every aspect of this realization

One waits to see in what favour shall the balance tip....

Everything Beautiful in a Lover’s Paradise

I can understand that this is really girly and nothing like the real world, but being a dreamer, I dream of the best things possible. Of course it is not as if I realize that these dreams will never be true, but what’s really the harm in writing about them??? You might ask what’s the point….I say just because I feel like it. So here goes :)

The bluest sky in my mind’s eye

Sun bursting forth in winter’s chill

Thousand colored flowers tint my sight

That’s the beauty in a lover’s paradise

An azure ocean glittering till the horizon

Sandy yellow beaches beckoning out to you

Corals delight, fishes flit, a scene from a travelogue

That’s the beauty in my paradise

Floating clouds like huge puffs of down

A slash in the middle and coolness pours forth

Sitting on them like the queen of the world

That’s how I dream in my lover’s paradise

Everything in stock, with nothing left to want

Happiness reflected from every eye I meet

My small perfect universe in the corner of my mind

Yet it fits right in, in my lover’s paradise

Love that transcends into the higher echelons

Where peace and tranquility rule always

Absence of a loving touch not withstanding

That’s how I feel in my lover’s paradise

Shadows of Things Unknown

Lurking below the dark waters

Are treasures unknown

And dangers too real

Scared be us, but of what?

Inside the black darkness

Enter we must

But with hopes of what?

Sheer tragedy or happiness unbound?

With time clicking in your head

And sweat dripping down your back

You take a step forward

Knowing, there’s no other way

What’s to be expected

From life’s great moments

When they are mere illusions of today,

The only real thing being tomorrow.

Shadows of tomorrow,

Leering at you today.

Will you walk ahead with head held high?

Will you?

The Doe-eyed Girl Like Many Other

The doe-eyed girl

Tapping on my window

Like the insistent tapping of a bird

Wishing to escape from a cold storm outside

A plaintive sigh beckons me

To look into those honey colored eyes

I look away because I am a coward

Scared of the guilt, threatening to barge out

She could sense it too

There she stood, her palms outstretched

A baby strung to her small being

Like the scene from a macabre play

I shake my head vigorously

Pleading in my own way

With a blank stare trying to see nothing

Numbed by the ocean of differences we share

Her liquid eyes began melting my heart

A faint glimmer of childlike mischief

Shines from within

In spite of a face aged by her life conditions

Responding to my innermost emotions

My ice-cold heart thwarted out of its numbness

I reach out into her world, our world

And pull those emaciated cheeks

The light turns green

Flashing an impish toothless grin

She bounces away into oblivion

While her doe eyes linger in my heart.

Only Human

Shivering with delight

The green frond above

bouncing with colour

The red earth below

The magic that maketh

Heavens burst out

The magic that maketh

You and me enthralled

Forgive me for my sins

Forsake me not when I call to thee

I did what I did just to survive

And yet these evil clouds beckon to me

A silver of glimmering hope I live for

My hearts an aching

Waiting for mercy, heavenly or otherwise

There is nothing else that I be praying

And as I close my eyes

I hear a voice within my head

It was all meant to be this way

With an air of finality, it said

Not a believer of fate

Or the quirky stuff our lines proclaim

I still can’t help venture a wondering

As to the proceedings of this life game

Is it what we do?

Or do events unfold at their whim?

Do we reap what we sow?

Or is it all truly a holy mess?

I know just this, when fear strikes

And despair threatens me thus

I close my eyes to be subjugated

To my weakness of being only human.