Monday, 26 March 2012

Broken smile

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She went on the stage, full of pride,
Her first novel had won acclaim worldwide.
She knew the power behind each word
‘Cos they sustained her through a tumultuous period undeterred.
Looking back now, she realized that she had come shining
From life’s discords that had left her pining.
Her smile said it all, full of happy accomplishment,
Lifting her mood to gay abandonment.
In all this mirth and joy she saw her family,
They were giving her a thumbs up cheerily.
She looked around searching for that face,
Which had been an inspiration and a menace.
How could she forget the price which she had to pay
For trusting and getting into the fray.
She ended up as an empty shell,
To her and for the one’s who cared this was a death knell.
There were times, when she would walk around listlessly,
Tears were her only companion which followed her copiously.
She forgot everything around her,
And life just went by in a hellish blur.
But, through this desolation, hands reached out,
Reasoning and taunting her, saying, ‘don’t be a sellout”.
The words worked their magic once again,
And lost sanity she did regain.
Armed with her will and mind,
She was not ready to leave her past behind.
With new found bravado and vigour,
She wrote and completed her novel, named” paramour”.
She was unsure, whether he would accept her invitation,
For she knew he would deduce the reason behind her creation.
Yet, her eyes searched for him in vain,
When suddenly she felt his presence again,
He was standing a little away from the stage,
Holding her book and staring at the front page.
He looked at her with shame filled eyes,
And could not mask his shocked surprise,
The first page was her words of dedication,
Which read, “thank you my paramour for this transformation”.
She smiled triumphantly at him across the aisle,
And he in turn gave her a broken smile.

Friday, 9 March 2012

Do You Pause ? Do you think of Me?

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As a new day dawns outside your window
And the night slowly fades into a shadow.
You come awake slowly,
With sleep filled eyes all misty and mellowly.
And as you take your first breath, do you pause?
Do you think of me?

Then you go about your work,
And fit in things into your framework.
Fingers busy tapping the key board,
So involved you don’t look backward.
When suddenly, do you pause?
Do you think of me?

As the sky turns rosy hued
You stand there with your takeout food.
Your dinner finished halfway through,
Staring out at the view.
And as you lift your spoon, do you pause?
Do you think of me?

As the night envelops you into darkness,
And sleep entices you to lose your alertness.
When dreams fill your senses,
And slowly strip your defenses.
You slowly spread your arms wide,
And gently into them I glide.
Serene I lay in them secure,
For I know now, you were thinking of me for sure

Making Up

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Eyes blazing with anger I looked at him ,
And he looked back with defiance grim.
As our gazes locked in a fiery confrontation,
Our bodies began to feel the vibration.

Our lips spewed forth accusations,
Giving vent to our frustrations.
It was like a never ending circle,
One that was sure to end in a debacle.

Strange that a relationship of perfect connect,
Of unfretted feelings and mutual respect,
Should fall prey to the test of time,
And turn into something less sublime.

Out of this insensitive non-chalance,
Arose a feeling of avoidance.
And as the distance drew us apart,
Heartbreaking loneliness it began to impart.

Until one day we came face to face,
And realized that we had fallen from each other’s grace.
Then did our eyes meet again,
And this time, we just could not feign.

The sanctity of love deep inside,
Spilled forth and plugged the great divide.
Our eyes blazed once more,
But this time filled with love galore

My Silver Lining

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As the dusk shimmers in brilliant shades ,
I catch a glimpse of you before darkness cascades.
A cloud passing by beckons me,
And as I reach out towards it, it begins to flee.

In fear, I cry out, “ stop do not leave me”,
“ I need your help”, please take me with you I plea.
“ I need to find my silver lining”,
“Which has gone away from me and left me pining”.

“ I can find it behind you, they say”,
“So please wont you stay?”
“Take me with you, so I can see”,
“if my silver lining is bonded or free”

“Foolish wench, who has filled your head”,
“With such thoughts and therby misled?”
“ There is no silver lining behind me”,
Said he and laughed out in glee.

“Nay your are wrong said I”,
“Take me with you into the sky”,
“ I will show you as we fly”,
“Then my silver lining we both shall spy”.

“ Hop on, you silly soul,”, said the cloud,
“ But, you will be disappointed “,he said aloud.
With boundless joy, I thrust my hands upto him,
And was lifted up, like a seraphim.

Cushioned in soft folds, we rushed at great speed,
Below me I saw the earth recede.
Entering the skies, the cloud slowed down his pace,
And said, “ dearie, began your trace”.

With great trepidation I searched,
From the cloud that I was perched.
I searched in vain,
My eyes smarting with the strain.

Defeated I fell sobbing from my perch,
And spiraled down in a lurch.
Suddenly , I felt myself in a powerful hold,
Gently twining me in its fold.

I opened my eyes and was baffled ,
When I saw a bright light that left me dazzled.
There he was my silver lining, all twined around me,
In utter blissfulness I laughed full of glee.

I gathered him close to my heart,
And whispered “I always knew that we would never part”.
In return he said, “ I might fade or rust”,
“but, keep me polished with your trust”.

In Conversation with my Muse

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I knocked on the door of my muse,
And told him, “Please release me from my blues.”
He looked at me askance and said, “Have I done you any harm?”
I looked deep into his eyes and said, “Yes I miss my old world charm”.

“But you love pathos, it defines you”, he retorted back.
“Nay”, said I, off late I have been drawing a lot of flak.
He looked at me askance and said, “Have I done you any harm?”
I looked deep into his eyes and said, “Yes I miss my old world charm”.

He steadfastly declared, “But, you said being sentimental gives you a high”.
I implored him and retorted, “Aye it does but it also leaves me with a tear in my eye”.
He looked at me askance and said, “Have I done you any harm?”
I looked deep into his eyes and said, “Yes I miss my old world charm”.

Holding on to the ropes, he tried again,
“You gel well with poignancy my precious wren”
“sure I do”, I said,” but let me explore the facets of my thoughts”,
“Let me fill myself and others with delights”.
He looked at me askance and said, “Have I done you any harm?”
I looked deep into his eyes and said, “Yes I miss my old world charm”.

He came towards me and gently held me in his arms,
And in my mind began to ring bells of alarms.
I panicked thinking I would again fall into labyrinthine desolation,
And my heart cried aloud for salvation.

Lifting my chin he said, “I have caused you harm”,
“I have taken you away from your old world charm”
My eyes lit with joy and my lips parted with a smile,
Mirth bubbled in my soul as I felt free of my exile.

I held him tight, my very own precious muse,
And felt the tension slowly diffuse.
Felt my spirit lifted high,
And I gave a heartfelt sigh.

I knew now that the words would again come back,
And flow freely in the right track.
For I was able to rid me of my blues,
Since I held on to my muse.
He would never cause me any harm,
Because I knew he would always give me back my old world charm.

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Holding On

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It been a long time since i wrote in my blog. Life has taken new twists and turns since the last time i logged on. Am i happy with the outcome of the way things are shaping in my life? I am not. But i am not complaining, cos i decided that i have to lead my life inspite of the brickbats i get from it.

I often hear people saying let go, and then all your problems will be solved. I agree, that you have to let go of , pride, vanity and selfishness . But is it easy to let go of that special friend, lover or your values ? If i let go am i not letting go of all that i once held dear? is it not tantamount to accepting defeat? Some might think other wise, but i feel secure in the feeling of not letting go. Why one might ask? let me ask you a question. When does one let go? A few answers would be :
when one thinks its futile,
when one loses all hope ,
when one does not want to hurt another etc etc.

There are so many takes on the aspects which makes people let go.But, the bottom line i would say is when people lose hope. And that for me is the greatest defeat one can accept. I believe that as long as your hope is alive , you will never have to let go. But, i am not endorsing the fact that you have to hold on to someone or something, in such a way that it might result in hurting the person, or persons around you. If such a situation arises, where in my not letting go would jeopardize a relationship, then i would not hesitate and would gladly let go. But, if it does not, then you wont find a stronger or a stubborn woman than me. I will fight till the very end, to hold on to what i hold dear and never let go.......This does not mean i am weak and afraid to let go, it means i am ready to go that extra mile to sustain a relationship......Because letting go is much more easier than holding on.......