Thursday, 29 February 2024

When the rise falls

 


 

The indelible marks on time

The eventual fall of the last rise

No matter how much we regret

The moment we live to forever despise

Which haunts to sadden us forever

The constant din emanates from  echo of surmise

If only we could hold the time for once

When the constant truth arises from transient lies

The swarming memories blindfold life

When you stare hard into blurring eyes

The breath that fails to recoil from within

Your mother rests on lap and then just dies.

 

Delhi

23.18 hrs

2127

29.2.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, 23 February 2024

The dissipation

 


I shine eternally with a hope

Upon your frigid world

But this white layer of callousness

Fails to flow like my inherent magma

Notwithstanding my infinite dazzle

From dawn to dusk everyday

And to begin everyday afresh

After a night of charred regrets

Though some drops of dew

Like stars in the raven sky

Glitter in my devastated world

When they sneak out from yours

Only to cast their twinkle

All over my dark canvas

And the sun smiles yet again

To glow over your frigid mind.

 

Delhi

2126

23.34 hrs

23.2.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, 22 February 2024

The hues to hold

 


The water we hold in our palms

Oozes out with a hidden rainbow

From heavens the hues descend

When your hand touches mine

And our souls mingle with breath

To cast an overlapping grey shadow

Even as the sun blazes to golden glow

Like your glowing countenance

Dipped in the pulchritudinous colors

The shade without a blemish or scar

The day flows from one hour to another

Much as your cheek awaits my touch

Then dusk reflects in your blush

Rubicund visage lost in my efforts

Then you cover your face with hand

The moon is lost with surrounding raven

Only to hatch dreams on the stage

My dreams overflow with tinge of life

While life is sketched with the dreamy brush.

Delhi

2125

23.23 hrs

22.2.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The joy of being

 


I blossom like a sidelined weed

On the margins of your world

Yet my petals are bright and lovely

Only if for once an eye is cast

The way the meadow is beheld

For who decides what a weed is

These lines are created by furrows

The soil is one deep below

So is the sky above us

And the pollinating breeze

Hence regardless of what they call me

I bask in the joy of being

 

2124

Delhi

23.08 hrs

22.2.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, 19 February 2024

Lost in the dark

 

The droplets drizzle from skies

It is dark sooner than expected

The flap is lost in the twilight

Which has dived in the night

The sky is bereft of moon tonight

Even as he peeps into the cloud

The veil is unrelenting and blind

The wing is confounded amidst blur

Like a frantic oar in the whirlpool

Desperate and wayward in measure

Where is the branch that was mine

With nascent dreams hatched on tuft

Their chirp is submerged in silent thunder

My plight when you do not respond.

 

Delhi

22.53 hrs

2123

19.2.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, 18 February 2024

The breath beneath

 


 

A capsized life and you thought

I had drowned in the murky waters

But life sprouted within demise

You sprinkle riches on the façade

While what is stony within is parched

Bereft of what supports the flora

But I remain deep deep enough

To feed my drowsy buds in cradle

Those who have played in coffins

Find some means forever to live.

 

Delhi

2122

23.17 hrs

18.2.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, 17 February 2024

The echo from abstract

 


Futile were my words to you

For you never cared to reply

My lyrics were posted in air

As my heart sang to streams

When my oar smudged the reflection

The moon had cast on the lake

You chose to remain quiet

Then I saw the face of moon

It touched me by her silver shine

While the bubbles burst silently

My oar pushed waters with a sound

The breeze carried sound of bank

There was an echo from abstract

That spoke of what I felt

And sang a silent lyric of heart

 

Delhi

2121

18.2.24

01.20 hrs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, 15 February 2024

The lit world

 


I wish like a calendula I

Would greet a spring

With a nodding dangle

After the gnawing winter

Wraps up her fury ;

I would face the sun

With His own reflection

As He assures with a smile

That the frigid times have thawed

And I trust Him completely ;

I would spend my life

That lasts just a season

In the wait of your breath

That would last just a moment

But would stay with me forever

Lighting your path with my glitter

Only to carry the seed withered within

In hope of another clime sometime

When the shrouding ice will melt

To launch the sun in the sky

And smile again in the furrow

 

Delhi

2120

23.37 hrs

15.2. 24