Month: April 2018

Astonish

Astonish
Astonish

Time and again, rummaging through the deepest sore

Yearning for tomorrow, you have destinies galore….

You strive forever, distancing from the crowd

To focus more on the fight, to uncover the shroud.

 

It is here, it is now;

As you witness the surmounting waves

Your one last chance remains……

Just this one ride, this exodus from the past

Astonished you will be

At how much of you sails…..

 

The cliff

He smiled at her and nodded,

‘Hold my hand, and walk further…..’, he plodded.

She kept quiet

All the way uphill.

 

Looking down at the valley,

Gave her the chill

It was here she had fallen

A few years back

Down this very hill….

 

She cannot talk to him anymore,

And scared as she is,

She holds his wrists tighter

‘It is now or else never’

His eyes seem to say

So they stand at the edge

Where the cliff gives way,

To death and echoed grey….

 

She beholds the depth, retraces the fall

‘It will always be with me

That you will stand tall

Till you learn to fly

And leave behind the fear to ever fall….’

 

Thus spake he,

And took a step back…..

She looked up at the skies

And could never surmise,

How, she stood there alone for long….

 

Watching his angelic face

That smiled and receded,

Up, up into the blue arcade….

words….

Have you ever felt burdened, with nothingness and a void that challenges you every second and puts everything in the wrong perspective. You hold back and wait, till the storm clears out and sense returns to all that has been rising in flames within. It is at times like this when even words fail to come to your rescue…….

 

sometimes I have scattered words,

obliterating the erstwhile noise….

so rapidly they come and go

I try to hold them and devise….

ways to keep them forever

like stars that forever shine….

 

 

yesterday too, they did decline,

vociferously telling me….

to keep within me

all that is mine…..

 

 

i told them i needed time….

to ensure that they registered fine.

 

the scattered words,

they have flown out of rhyme…..

tugging at my soul,

each night, a little more sublime…..

 

I hold them closer,

lest they float adrift

One more time…..

 

The furnace….

No, it isn’t ours
They told the Goddess….
And thus retraced their steps,
Away from the furnace.

They devoured childhood,
Innocence and depravity.
Their smiles belittled…..
All vicious and hedonist profanity.

Till adulthood crept
With silent fangs….
And hissed away
All cheer and pangs.

Now they did not crave
For trees and blossoms
Or kites galore….

The Goddess ventured
To peep into their souls once more

She offered them derision,
Despise and rebellion.

They said it was theirs
To own, possess…..
To feed the raging fire
To blaze the furnace…..

– Shalini.

Reunion….

It is the same song…

The same breath…..

That still lingers.

 

Words don’t come,

As they shake hands.

No smile floats….

Only a nonchalant nod.

 

Yes, I knew,

Who you were.

This new you

Vexes me…..her eyes say.

 

I know this…….

This crease on your forehead,

I know of every curve here

But this strangeness in your eyes…

This vexes me…..

She says.

 

Relax……his smile says.

 

She gives him time

To explain…….

And when he has,

She wonders of the

Mountain of memories

Embedded in her heart

Should she let it stay

Or let his presence sway

The very base of it……

 

He cannot wait, he says.

And she has her answer clear.

She carries the mountain once again

And drifts off,

Before he can say Good-bye.

 

Hands…..

He held her hand and said, “Aren’t your palms too big for a girl?”

She looked away and never answered.

“Mommy, put your big, big hand on my head, I’m sleepy”

She smiled, kissed her baby and let her big palm lay on its head…….