A New Mystery

"Even with nothing in my hands

I feel like making a hundred new plans

I feel like meeting the new heights

I feel like fleeing to a new world of mine

Even with no one by my side

I know I can maintain my stride

I know i'll end up being solo

I know but, my life will never be hollow

Balancing light and dark in both my hands

I look past the hazy woodlands

When in search for my pre written destiny

All I find is another brand new mystery. "

I reflect!

As I watch that fading sun,
Looking deep, hiding behind the dark clouds,

Like those unsaid thoughts pondering,
I reflect.

As I watch those fresh flowers,

Covered with the tiny rainy droplets
Saying a hundred things without speaking a word,
I reflect.

As I hear those roaring clouds,
A hundred allegations flying wildly,

Lashing out the anger,
I reflect.

As I scrutinize the path I have chosen
And my view of sticking to it, even when lost,
I reflect.

But as I think about all that has gone wrong

I break like the steaming volcano,
And all that could have been
I reflect.

As I watch to live it again.
For a desire that died 
but tears continuing to flow are lost in all the reflections.

A Gal's Promise

Oh boy! This is for you- Don't know who you are, what you think, what you want but I am sure we are going to have a future together, before you ask me for what, here is what I have for you!

In the years to go

In the years to come

I promise, I promise

I shall stand for the ball

With you beside

In the love's glove

 When I first saw you

I tried to ignore and failed

When I first smiled at you

I knew we would be friends

When I first walked with you

I knew you liked me

When I later looked into your eyes

I knew I loved you.

Speaking about you is pleasure,

My cheeks ripple when your name comes by

I quarrel with you even when I know I am wrong

Only because I know you will still stay along

  

With plenty of years to come by

We shall stand in togetherness

I promise, I promise

I will stand

Only because I love to

and only when it’s You.

He...

I was watching the angels sing,

the songs of love with her fluttering wing.

While I was pondering on some unsaid thoughts,

he came unannounced, unexpected

like he owned the place.

He walked over in peace,

helping the little heart to seize.

He is intangible and charismatic,

clever and quick as a flash.

Those are moments of silent joys

in the still time

letting the heartbeats slow down, unwind

to enjoy the serenity of life

But I await seeing him yet again

to ask my heart back.

Moods

Slipping the bonds of earth

I dance in joy with the silvered wings

To do a thousand things;

No matter the shinning sun joined the tumbling mirth

But it is the story of every birth.

It is a story of a lady wing

Wheeling in the swing

Chasing the wind with the sling

 But it flew away in a ding.

Suddenly, windswept heights with easy grace

With a high encroached sanctity of space

Brings a smile on my face

Then comes a face stare at me in maze

I care not and walk my phase.

Then comes the sculpture of love sow

Of which even the eagle wants to wow.

Even it’s gone with the fading joy

Then the moment seems to be a defence

And there’s deep blue silence,

Neither there is earth below, nor sky above,

Only me, my breath and my heartbeat.

 While with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

Some sadness is part of everyone’s story,

Some sunshine is a part of everyone’s life

Eyes are damp for no reason

as every second is a new season

Live It Along The Path

I wish every day of life is a long jog in the morning breeze fluttering the flowing hair in excitement. 

I wish everyday of life is a long drive speeding till the eyes drop the tear of joy! 

But every day of life is an unusual search for an unknown truth. 

This journey  along the path gets so engrossing that one is no longer feverish about the trail or even the destination. 

Is it the anxiety about the future and regret over the past ceases the sense of gratitude and fullness about the present moment dawns?

I Live it along the Path 
Bound by myself, blinded by me,
I seek, I strive, to set my soul free.

Free to me is the burning agony to just ‘be’
unfolding the umpteen paths ahead of me.

A mystic angel along the path helps,
as I take hesitant infant steps.
Never wanting to trace my trail back,
I trust, endure and progress on track.

I pause at times, at times I swing in sway
I continue to keep distractions at bay.
I want to move on; I know I should do,
on this mysterious quest for truth and virtue.

I know not what instilled faith in me
What made me this vast world see
In a renewed light of amazed awe;
With gratitude to ‘be’, here and now.

Chaotic Silence

Lost in deep life in hurt of pain and sadness,
grudges and finally guilt
As every day I have played this game,
trying to act as if it doesn't hurt,
I sit there to realize where lies will, hope and forgiveness
that is surely bliss of love with truth of care

But for those things are now of hope alone
and no truth in them exists
for sorrow and sham
adorning that fate as the longing love

Then his wandering admiring eyes met mine
as though to touch and feel
the warmth that amiss
and the hurt that was now real
pledging agony shall not see,
that light in his eyes will last
for seemed destined that he want to be
a soul of the cast

That moment seemed to flow like a molten sapphire
and there’s deep blue silence,
It's only me, my breath and my heartbeat
It all made me believe in my existence
 but should I own the shun to retain me ?

Who?

I was comatose and amorphic:

as a product of collected earth dust.
While I was yet unclear,
In the middle of my fixed demeanor,
There has been the voice of mine.
Of questions, not asked
Of the answers, not said
Of the Dreams, not dreamt
Those questions, answers and Dreams
She know them all, I WONDER how
And if I will ever know...
I am  just an appreciator of her grandeur.
As I am a miniature, 

Petite was my loft ladder,
To the art of creation of that
REVOLUTION

which she makes the move to live

the most mighty in HOLDING her with it.
But WHO IS SHE???

The Funk

The yoke is on my heart,
blackening,
the yoke is in my head,
blocking,
the yoke is in the gap, between you and me,
separating,
the yoke in my shoulders,
crushing.

the burden's fuel is my shame,
the flame is my torch, burning my chin,
a single tear will cease it,
hold me and share my fear, my burden, my skin.

More than a few words...

That came as the waft playing its kink
for the desire I craved,
that you would be by me every twilight
with time extending boundaries to no edge.


But my heart snivels silently,
in the gentle wind scorn
Of the never fallen shower,
Oh my chap!
That whole world is part of the stratagem.
Yet I never stopped waiting in the offing.


My time never agreed without you -
it seems thorny now to compromise...
I should see just you
is the feeling yet again everyday...
By the God you love.


That jiffy will tell you the condition of mine
of first promise we gave,
if ever my feeling could articulate.


You're the shine of my shade,
of which I am a nomad...
In story of my heart that world is electrifying.


You’re the soul of mine
as it was meant to be.
I know you feel it too
But how long can I live on dreams...
Now appear, bustling the heart’s dread.


Both of my mad eyes,
bottomless to see you every moment
and the smile on my lips 
rushing to show off as the way you adored.
Now at least show up 
no more I can placate them,
I had no control over them.