Solitude

What solitude would do

to the solitary reaper

It has done to me.

Now no difference lies

In solitude and loneliness

Thou have come in communion

And given birth to my solitude.

My solitude has found joy

 in the darkness of loneliness

Now I don’t remain starved

by joy; my joy lies in my solitude.

What solitude would do to

you it has done to me

I am not harping on my solitude

It is solitude which has settled

On my conscience from quite some

time now.

My sole intent to derive solace

from my solitude is such

that it has derived genuine

pleasure from the void

in my life.

Now, the apathetic might has taken over me

to find solitude of greater level.

See what solitude has done to me

it wouldn’t do to you.

So, I rejoice in my solitude

What it couldn’t do to the solitary reaper

it has done to me.

Grey

Flora, fauna, bubbles

Out of the sparkling

blue sprinkler, cold to touch.

Grey cover up above

the sky-kissing buildings

A pyramid of olfactory

In contrast to the red…

Black! Is it the color of our white

senses or a mix of both that is GREY!!!

Numb are my senses,

Numb … grey above is the sky

Unfolding the mystery of black night to come…

The fellow birds chirping to call the fellow birds

time to go to their hearth.

Haiku

Bombastic attitude to shelve upon

Scintillating beauty to dwelve upon

Oh dear! What took me so long

Nightmares

Much despair it has caused

Oh! these nightmares

Of mine

Bringing bad omen

Nightmares they are

Of serpents crawling

Nightmare of life before birth

Nightmare of sorrow and of grief

Though I am blessed in this life

But what about the nightmares

Of past life

Oh god! You have blessed me

with the choicest of your

blessings though

But still I have to go a long way to overcome

my nightmares.

To conquer the deadliest of the deadly

nightmare I have to overcome my fear

The fear of tomorrow the truth of today

Oh! These nightmares of mine

To overcome thine I have to

conquer my mind

So that no more thy effect is on

My mind.

Oh! These nightmares of mine.   

Disillusion

I walk an empty street
in disillusion
In search of a companion
a shadow of me besides me
broken dreams & shattered expectation
in my shallow heart
I walk an empty street

                           

Left with disillusionment
Now or never
Be it you or me
On the verge of broken dreams
Me and my empty heart
I walk alone on an empty street

 

Nowhere to go without you
I walk an empty street
I sigh in agony and pain
I wonder why it happened
While I walk alone on an empty
Street with my broken dreams.
I walk alone I walk alone
In disillusion I walk alone.

 

Success

Success comes to few

To some early to some late

Though it comes to only a few

As I write these lines on success

It gives my mind a feeling of success

Yet another poetry is ready

But wait the success poem

is still not over

Success comes from within

Not from an applaud from elsewhere

For some it is a mantra

For some a recognition

For some it is mere chance

But whatever it might be

Success is always sweet.

A Testimonial

Where is my destination

If not in your arms

Where is my heart

if not in my homeland

thinking I keep waiting

for the final moment

when I’ll be there

reaching my hearth

putting an end to the

long wait.

The countdown

is yet to begin

can’t help but 

wait the process is so.

Restless I get

as the long day

passes by.

Waiting for the escalations

 to wear down and finally

head to home to meet

the near and dear ones.

Now, I know what it is to part

from the homeland.

Nothing terrible

can happen than saying

goodbye to the dear ones.

But the future is near

and so is the day

I meet them again.

Here putting an end

to the testimonial

I hope to see them soon.

Mirage

The mirage of future

hails from today

the sweet memory

of yester years

enlightened with fun

and frolic.

Oh! This is what I

have been waiting

for, from the mirage

of memories of past

into the present and

then future

fading away the reality.

The day will come

putting an end to all

the questions unanswered;

decolorizing the mirage

of future, past and present

and communion with the priced happiness.

The first encounter

Painting a picture of yours

I remember the first time we met

It was like budding of flowers

Birds settling down in their nest

First rain drops on earth

It was like a complete picture

You and me; me and you that’s

The way it was meant to be

a shear luck to

have each other together

Every word starts with you

And ends with you

Me and you; you and me

That’s the way

It was meant to be

Time it was for new beginnings

And new endings

Still it is

as we go through more

and more in life

You and me; me and you

That’s the way it is meant to be.

A Walk to remember

Surrounded with Black forest trees is
A walk to remember
as we go hand in hand

to an unknown destination

Simply voracious it is though

with no end to the trekking

the scenic beauty

keeps us awestruck

The fresh air hits our face

making a whistling sound

the birds chirping in the nest

here we go for a walk to remember

The vineyards busy churning the vine

the black forest cake goes not for a miss

here we hail to the nature's beauty 

amidst the beautiful black forest

All in all the beauty of the black forest
makes for a walk to remember

as we go hand in hand among the shaded

green trees of black forest.

Poetry

Tic tac bing bang boom

Poetry is not a rhyming spoof

It is an artiste creation

Doesn’t need any interpretation

Just go with the flow

To tantalize your creative side though

Tic tac bing bang boom

Poetry has no space for a doom

Though it can touch the gloom

In your heart

Tic tac bing bang boom

Poetry is a niche

Poetry is a haiku

Poetry can touch your heart

Make you laugh make you cry

Tic tac bing bang boom

The long wait

Scintillating beautifully marveled

She stands by the pillar

Waiting for someone special

Looking at the delicately

Decorated wrist with a watch

Longing for the special one

As if it’s been too long

Since she met him

Dazzling among the diamonds

Under a street light

Creating sparkle to the night

With only a hint of make-up

Holding on to her clutch bag

With all the glitterati.

Holding on to meet some one special

She stands there with that expression of longing

In her eyes

And it seems time has stopped here for her

While she waits for her only one.

Prelude to our love

Here i am again
with the same
old story
of ours
Yet with a new beginning
of our love story
conditioned to every probability
our love can have.

Here i am with you
with yet another
sombre free, gay and hearty
beginning to our love story
marking a new union of
love and romance
without any prelude or an end.

Dazed with mere imagination
of communion of two lovers.
Here i am with yet another poem
of our love.

Singing to the tunes and dancing to the rhythm
of our love
yes.our very own self -profound love
ignorant of the world beyond
unknown to the limit of the limitless fondness of each other.

Here i am with you amidst our love for each other.

The lost love

Rain has come to the main land

gushing its way to my homeland

swishing and swashing the vegetation

of the green mainland

O dear! i am so full of refreshing memories

of the days gone by; the yester days of

u and me

I turn to the greens of my homeland for ever enthralling

days that i left behind to come again

and energise me

Where we met last time come and serenade me

with the lost love of ours

here i wait amongst the green landscapes of my homeland. 

Just another day

A new day is here again
the bright sun is up again
Bringing life to yet another day
here i sit and think the bright side of the day

But oh! its just a part of the vicious circle of life
as we say
come my little boy
come here to me
let me embrace you with my
motherly affection
so that it makes for day full of affection

Under the bright sun we play and have fun
New friends, new place and we make
a new beginning here again.

Spring Yearning

Oh my dear,

the spring is here

I stand by the window

Looking for you

As you pass by the meadows.

I hear the wind blowing

Swishing and swashing

the wind chime ringing.

The rainbow colored tulips

Are so refreshing

And when I think of

you and me

Walking hand in hand

Among the tulips

It gives immense pleasure

And joy of the yester year

We have been together.

Oh my dear,

come to me

I stand here waiting for you

As you pass by the meadows. 

A DERELICT VILLA

Villa it was!

But now “a derelict one”.

The cobwebs have burnt the fireplace

where once we all had our place to rest.

The taste of a plum-cake,

The stuffiness of the kitchen place.

Vessels all broken and abandoned

To left for the rats to rest on.

Here, is where the soul pants

for the long- long spans of

summers, autumns and springs we had.

The mourning of the running old waterfall

Is all we can hear now; where the chatter- batter

Of the kids used to put the house on alert.

Villa it was, villa it was

What a villa it was!

It seems like a crematorium of

Memories to cherish upon,

The hay days of our life are gone.

Reminiscent of innocence,

Now- a- haunted house,

To taunt our lovely past.

Then came the fiery night,

bombed with an explosion,

robbed off the glory of the villa.

Villa it is, villa it is now,

“a derelict villa”!

Dying Star

Dying it is sinking

to fall on mother earth

As I make a wish

unaware of the reality

There’s a question ringing around

How How How ?

How can a “DYING STAR” make my wish true.

True! Isn’t it?                                                                                 

But I remember how sitting on the terrace I used

to count the uncountable stars waiting one to fall

onto my lap. 
But time has elapsed and so has the outlook towards old granny’s secret beliefs.

Oh! heavenly stars come down to me as my wish to meet

my eyes glittering under this grey sky,

twinkling to make a wish.

A dying star to gift me a new life,

a messenger from the heaven to bless me with a new life,

life of a twinkling star.

Year after year

again the same hearth

with the old tattered terrace;                                                       

up as I see a full moon. 

But oh! 

where are the stars?

I see the street light

I feel the breeze

I can hear the halla-balloo

of the marriage procession,

firecrackers booming up in the sky.

But where is my “DYING STAR” in the

“dead sky” above; I see none.

And I make a wish to

the dead sky to return

my dying star so that

I can ask for my grandmother

back from heaven.

WHERE ARE YOU MY “dying star”?