Month: July 2015

CASTLES……..

Life has strange ways, of staring at you right in your face. Just when you’ve begun to build your castle and festoon it with flowers and shells, there comes a strong wind that ravages it all away. And it’s only you who hears it crumpling…….because castles built on sand do not make any noise when they are walked over………

So it becomes all the more important to move on, so the castle is out of sight. But there is sand everywhere…..and you need to be careful lest you be tempted to stop and stare.

There are numerous waves in the sea……that roar and beckon you forth…..mocking at you for your inactivity. Yet you stand still, unhappy, wanting to take a plunge……….

But you are in love with the little castles you have made on the way.

Castles built on sand .

TODAY…..

Sometimes, it is easy to breathe, fly and feel accepted. These are days when being alone doesn’t matter. Today, of all days, I feel free, liberated from some shackles, I do not know which ones. I keep disturbing thoughts away, do not feel at all intimidated by the world as it whizzes past me at its moronic pace. Today is different.

No, today I do not wait for any acknowlwdgement. I gracefully transcend my boundaries, I expand in ways I cannot explain.

Today I am just me. No one else.

LET ME RISE…

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“Its been many sunsets

Its been many dawns

Eternities stretched and

Endless morns…….

A vision you transpired

A thought that inspired

Many dreams that lay

Lazily cushioned………

You treasured it all

And whilst you tread

You rise and fall…

And overcome each dread….

And when you ask the sky

You want to know the reasons why…….

So many dreams went astray

While silence is all that comes your way……

Every dawn a promise holds

Every sunset a secret unfolds

Clutching yourself tightly in a warm embrace……

You aver that its time to face……

To gather all the broken dreams……

To venture into the wildest realms…..

To harness every wild desire

To set every rising wave to fire…….”

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Rain

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Let only the best things remain

There is tears, hurt and pain;

You feel the dust before the rain…..

There is concrete among the blossoms

There’s always a clearing in the dense forest;

There is always a light

Beyond the seemingly unending cave…….

Hands you had once held,

That warm cuddle……

Eyes that pampered-

The eternal drizzle……

Just when you think

The end is far away;

Right around the corner….

Stands all dismay.

The end is here

And you see it approving

Of how things have been;

How stealthily it had been approaching…….

The content lies not in denial,

Winnowing brings the clarity-

That certain memories never die;

They are hopes in all depravity.

Yes, let only the best things remain…..

There is tears, hurt and pain.

You felt the dust,

But sang again in the rain.

Song of the heart

Right now slumber clouds my thoughts,

Rest I would, only sleep deludes;

The shroud refuses to bulge

I cannot feign it here……

I wish i was ignorant-

Of so many things,

And would know……..

How to move on.

I wish…… I could ;

Put myself ahead,

And keep ticking…..

With an even tread.

It isn’t that I cannot combat

The darkness that engulfs……

I can threaten the skies

And bid waterfalls cease;

But just this one time

When slumber deceives

I let down every guard…….

And I wish to let you know

You have mothered me

And fed me love

Unconditional and Unfathomable…….

Desires……there aren’t any more…..

Is it this?

The way the world goes…..

So little of what we need!

A lost child’s song………

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Its late in the night

and all the blossoms have slept

I too wish to be cradled

Curled up, cosy and fed……

 

Its late in the night

and winds have begun to stir

I too wish to whisper

Flow free, go higher, descend lighter…..

 

Its late in the night

The concrete now is calm…….

Let me too be pacified

By the dark quiet balm…..

 

This night too will end

Like others it will give in……

Let me also surrender

To slumber and its whims……

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Born of the night……

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Sometimes it is easy

To walk away…….

Let the wilderness wonder

At the noise you made……

To not pretend

But look upward with pride…….

And not let the treehouse know

What you decide…..

It is sometimes very enlightening

To shun every belief…..

Very refreshing 

To be very brief……

So often the night is not dark

When you are its earnest traveller

and when you hit upon the morning rays

You are born anew;

Out of darkness………into crisp days……..