There was a face…

As I watch the sea of faces around me

I see a face that looked completely blank

Like a painting devoid of colors.

 

She had beautiful eyes, however there was a gloom in them

Akin to the dark clouds about to burst

Her face made me wonder

What could have been the fate for her present state.

 

I couldn’t resist but ask her,

Beautiful thy are, albiet the life seems missing

The day would look brighter if only thy could smile lady.

 

She looked up to me with a wry smile

And with a sulking tone said,

Thank you oh merchant of hope

I am afraid though you will be disappointed

My fate has taken away my faith

How am I to buy the hope you offer

 

Holding her slender hand I said,

Don’t thy think your fate has robbed you of your faith

For this belief is far dangerous

Over the disbelief you have over your present state.

 

Tears rolled down her face

Like a cloud bursting into rain

Still holding on to her hand I prayed,

 

May these tear wash away her past

And akin to the rains, create new pastures

For her to graze in the new seasons that lie ahead…

 

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!

A strange feeling…..

Strange is this moment in life

It wants to live more

When it realizes death is coming by

 

It wants to drain itself in the rain

To extinguish all its flame

It wants to sail the sea

Even though it feared drowning

It wants to sing a song

Even if it makes people frown

It wants to dance like an insane

Without caring to explain

 

It wants to do those things

Which it had longed for

It wants to break all rules

Which it abided like a saint

It wants to be inebriated

Even though it was a teetotaler

It wants to laugh,

When it hardly smiled

It wants to make a speech

When silence was what it had preached

It wants to show some courage

Even though coward was its surname

 

It wants to reach out to that friend

With whom it refused to speak

It wants to lie in those arms

Which once waited with open arms

It wants to hold the hand of that someone special

And say you were the one whom I loved

 

As it prepares to die,

It wishes to live any one moment

It wants to die its way

When it lived all its life

On someone else’s say