Perched on the tree…

perched on the tree

Perched on the tree

I often saw this lovely bird

Humming along a chime

Even as the day was beginning to blur

She continued her chore

With everyday being a different score

 

The flock were scurrying to their nests

So were the personals on the ground

Thinking about tomorrow

Rushing away like a wind

Pushing aside the passerby’s

Lively they seemed albeit without life

 

As I returned every day

From my duties at work

Standing by the portico

I took some time to hear the chime

From this bird perched on the tree

 

Unlike the many on the ground

Seeking attention to their acts

She continued to sing solo

With barely anyone heeding her deed

 

I often wondered

What is it that she sang

And for whom was it being sung

Was it a song of love

Or was it a song of pain

Was it a song of victory

Or was it a song of loss

Such was the tone

That I failed to give it a cause

 

Closing my eyes

Listening to the chime

I was lost in a world

With people whom I relished

With the moments that I cherished

But as I was beginning to live

A life of my dreams

Fading into shadow

Were the pictures in front of me

 

Notwithstanding the darkness on the anvil

The song seemed to perish

As I opened my eyes

Fluttering of the leaves was all I could see

She was gone,

But she left back some sweet memories

That would linger by the night…..

Hoping….

Eyes yearning for that one sight

Ears hankering for that sweet whisper

Fingers lingering to entwine

Skin longing for warmth

As I stand by the porch

Watching the twinkling night sky

Wishing for the twinkle in my dark life

 

Swamped by a feeling,

A feeling of being alone in a crowd

A feeling of being lost in the woods

Surrounded by regret and submerged by guilt

I go about my daily chores

Like a body without soul

Helpless & hapless

 

Days have gone by and seasons have changed

My wait, however still remains the same

Words waiting to be said, emotions waiting to unfold

Even as you continue to remain aloof

And every passing moment is pushing a nail

In the coffin of my hope

A hope, that there will be a day

When I could die without regret!

Riding on my thoughts…

Riding on my thoughts

And ferried by my beliefs

I have reached a destination

Where I find hard to breathe

A place insulated by pride

A place inundated by egos

With desires enslaved

Freedom here has no place

 

If it were a ocean I would have preferred to drown

If it were a mountain I would have plunged to death

But this is a place representing neither

For its a place created by me

Which had an entry but no exit

 

During all this while

I thought I was building a castle

A monument of my beliefs

Alas, it has ended up being a prison

A symbol of tyranny

 

But every action is an experience

And every experience can spring a new thought

It is this belief that drives me on

To one day witness

The castle of my dreams….

The Shadow of Your Smile

Embarked on a journey

I wandered in the deserts

In search of my love

That kept eluding me

Like a mirage of an oasis

 

From the narrow lanes

To the vast sun risers

I traversed them all

In search of my love

That had gone missing somewhere

 

From gardens to orchards

I traveled them all

In search of that scent

In search of that beautiful flower

Which was mine

 

But destiny as it seems

Is playing its cruel game with me

But I continue to hope

Once in my life

Of finding, If not you,

The shadow of your smile….

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Tears…..

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Tears

Tears of joy

Tears of sorrow

Tears of pain

There lies a tear for every case

 

The tear that appears

When we see our beloved

Care for us

The tear that appears

When thy beloved is going away from you

The tear that appears

When thy beloved has separated from you

 

Don’t judge my state by the tears you see

For tears know only to flow

Sometimes flowing uninhibited

But careful at times

Be it joy or sorrow or pain

Ask my heart what it feels

Alas, only if you could know my heart

Tears…

Haiku – Rains…

Drops of rain

Dark clouds hanging by the sky

But for life on ground it’s

A ray of new light!

 

Often waiting

Just for few drops of water

Hoping for rain!

 

Then falls the first drop

That brings relief to many

And grief to few

 

Quenching soils thirst

Filling up the ponds and wells

Swamping the houses

 

Children playing in muddle

Couples in a cuddle

Orphans watch

 

Strange is life

For its green for some

And arid for few!

 

This poem is for this weeks prompt at Write tribe

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Vibes

My best friend says its like reaching a nirvana when it comes to friendship..My another sweet friend seems to be pleasantly surprised…well these are a few examples of the reactions, when I had told them what I had experienced!

I have often been labeled as an emotionless person, cold hearted, one who ‘thinks’ but does not ‘feel’ etc etc.. Sometimes actions is all that you would be judged upon in your life and often people fail to notice the real reason behind those actions. This post is not intended to talk about actions and reactions, but would like to highlight something that goes beyond action and reactions, the thing that people feel deep within themselves not only about themselves but also about the ones you care about, for that someone who has a special place in thy heart.

There are people who can read your face and get a sense of what you are feeling. But in today’s age when most of the conversations happen on the cool chatting tools, you need not worry about who is reading your face, a simple smiley post is good enough to showcase you are happy, when deep within you are not..you could revert to technology to fake your feelings, but there ain’t any technology available that prevents you from spreading your feelings to the outside world at a meta physical level..

There have been few occasions when I have experienced this for 2 of my close friends and both the times my subconscious was right… Here are few lines dedicated for those 2 lovely friend of mine:

You may not meet me

You may not talk with me

You may not write to me

For reasons of your own, you might even ignore me

For you think you can hide it

And you think you can fake it

But that my friend is a mistake

 

You may say you are happy

You may say you are merry

And insist there is no reason to worry

But I can’t help but sense something is murky

It may not be overt to me

But I must say, things are neither concealed to me

 

You may have some pain

You may not feel at ease

And time would seem to have seized

But that’s not the end of the road

My dear friend, I must say

 

I must say, I can sense your pain

I can sense your distress

Don’t feel alone in this phase

Needless to say, we can find some way

As we traverse this phase of darkness together

In search of the light

To celebrate a new and wonderful day