The Last Glance

That morning I walked to my usual joint,

To the top floor of an elevated building rendering a panoramic view point,

That morning when I surreptitiously left on the ground floor for you a magazine you endear,

You looked at it, gazed around the floor wondering if it was me, wondering if I was somewhere near,

You left it there, not wanting to carry anything that belongs to me,

I saw you walking away, walking at a distance , walking till you were a part of the crowd,

walking till the last step that i could see,

That last thread that joined us snapped, That was the last time I saw your face,

That was my last glance, that last memory of you sharing with me the same physical space ..

 

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The Window..

There is a window in my house,
Overlooking a meadow bright and vast,
I can see the trees soaking the light into its roots through its leaves
I can see little children running and hopping around barefoot on the grass that feels soft,
I can see the warmth making their cheeks turn red and my heart mellow,
I can see the birds chirping and spreading their wings of freedom,
I can see the water crystal clear ,flowing into its lover’s chest..
I can see the beings outside breathe..
I can see this from where I am, inside, closed, still ,in a cold house
A house with a window to see everyone and everything else having what I don’t,
A house with no door to let me out into the world I long for,
There’s just the window..

A Journey to find myself

A dark forest, a bleak moonlight

I walk alone feeling lost with no respite,

 

I wonder if I’m going the right way,

Once lost you’ll remain lost forever they say,

 

I have my dreams , my passion and hope to give me company,

To fight the beastly enemies and the odds so many,

 

I like where I am, with no one to perturb my thoughts, with my soul at peace with its surroundings,

Where I can sing, whistle, talk to myself, do what I like, where I’m left content with my own feelings,

 

But I hear a howl somewhere, that shouts that I’ll be doomed and forlorn on this journey so convoluted,

I am unsure, I look around for a way out of this noise that’s shattering my calmness so deep rooted,

 

I wish I knew what I was doing was right,

For someone to tell me it will fall into the right place, just keep trying with all your might,

For a guardian angel with a God’s face to cover me in her cocoon and forever holds me tight.

Lightening in a Bottle..

Like a little capsule healing an entire body,

You walked into my life to nurture my soul;

Like lantern lighting up a dark cave,

You swooped into my heart with a brightness felt never before;

Like a smile that is so exuberant to show in one’s eyes,

You lighted up my face with sparkles I didn’t even know existed;

Like a halo to surround you in times of distress,

You held my hand to open the way to a lifetime of memories;

In words that can’t be expressed, you’ve changed me and my life with a touch as simple as a cuddle,

The life with you that I can carry, like a lightening in a bottle..

 

The wishful creatures

The mind is like a turtle, closed in its own shell and not budging no matter how much you trudge,
It will remain silent, curse itself, then all of a sudden swim around joyously and sleep under its shell,  having its own world,
The heart is a rat. It will go against the mind. Not listening to the constant warnings of the mind to not open itself like a book, it still does that,
It rats out what’s in the mind to anyone it considers worthy,
It has its own world too, one full of magic, one where it is constantly disappointed but the one where it is always resurrected by miracles..
The eyes are like peacocks, in the faint lights it will seem to be rejoicing,
Looking at some distant lightening it will show fear,
When in doubt, it will cry out loud only to be heard by those who hold you dear,
To them, they’re creatures of boundless expression,
To others, they are nothing but creatures that appeal to the senses
The creatures crave for different destinies but behave harmoniously to share a common soul,
While one falls the other picks up the pieces, and another brings them back together,
How do I manage my own dusky features..
What do I do with such wishful creatures..

I Wish..

A land with plantations till the end of where we can see,

A land where there are tall trees shading us throughout the lazy day,
A land where crickets, cries, sparrows and humming birds sing for us,
A land beyond which the sun sets behind a rising cliff,
The sun which leaves no colour behind..it’s  bright, round , and an amber that soothes the eyes
I watch the beautiful evening sun setting from the window of my lone standing house,
I wish I were on top of that cliff,
I wish I had you sitting by my side holding me close,
I wish I had seen the sun setting in our laps…
It would have been dusk in this world,
But in ours, it would have been the dawn of a new day, a new morning, a new beginning, a new era..
I wish..

A distorted image in my mind,

Like a candle’s light flickering in the wind,

Some hazy memories of our togetherness and some of the pain when we parted

Like a mild rain which drenches you on a cold morning,

I try to think hard to see far into what could have been our future,

Like a deer being pulled towards a non existent mirage,

It probably is futile to think of it as our destinies have pushed us apart to extreme worlds,

Like the planets which know they co-exist but not meant for each other,

I want to believe in magic , one that will bring us together,

Like a green leaf that welcomes a fresh dew on it every morning that stays with it till its end..

Will our lives be changed by a miracle?

Will we ever get to see our ocean of love wrapped in a cozy blanket of the blue sky?

Hope..

Dreaming of a future that seems impossible is Hope,

Finding a spot of light in the myriad sea of darkness is Hope,

The curve on the lips turning upwards after years of tears is Hope,

A bloom of flower after a season of Autumn is Hope,

Catching a rainbow on the other side of the world where the harsh rains have stopped is Hope,

Finding you at the end of that rainbow waiting for me, is Hope..

In the presence of God

We often wonder what being in the presence of God feels like..

It’s when you are walking under a starry night’s blanket next to the man you love who loves you back,
It’s when you feel a touch that sends a chill down your spine yet warms your heart and soul,
It’s when a smile tells you how much he is longing to see you again,
It’s when you fall asleep on his shoulder on the way back from a tiring journey,
It’s when you wake up to see the face glaring at you as an angel’s blessing..
Coz Being in his presence is to feel the presence of God..

You’re my Sunshine..

Lurking in the shadows of my own past,

My soul searches for a ray of sunshine,

I reach out to you with both my hands held out to as far as it can go,
My heart longs for a touch of sunshine,
I wish to spread my wings wide across and fly towards you,
But the burden of my flaws pulls me down,
My body wishes to be set free into the aura of sunshine,
I try to shout aloud so you could hear my cries of despair,
My sound wants to be heard by the sunshine,
I look far back into the life that I’ve lived,
I look at the moments I’ve smiled and those when I grieved,
I feel the times when your love was the best thing to happen to me,
My sunshine, where art thou…in this world where darkness is all that I see..