Door shut behind.
Ventured out in the dark
Far, further, and further away
Whispers heard no longer
Alone walked miles, and
Fear went away, ashamed.
Tag: Poem
Scripted
On a trek, toward a hill top
The rolling stones, haphazard ways and cactus plants
Crossed the path, again and again.
A bald patch of land stood alone
Senses turned triumphant, though;
A vision arrested
From the path that divided, where
The azure sky glittered golden
And the geometrical land patterns held out puzzles below;
The sun rays reached out to both
Play of light and dark, illusion and shadow.
Distant from noise, pollution and people
Distant from relationships and commitments;
A few hours of solitude;
An unexplained long pause
On conversation, thoughts and subconscious;
But once the mind reeled on
Love draped to the roles of
Relationships designed, denied and defined.
Presumptuous to existence comes alive
And the descend to the start turned casual;
Nature spreads the balm yet the mind scripted.
Mighty
The ink simply refused to flow,
When I picked up
My favourite Hero,
A Chinese make.
Black body with a golden cap
That faded with time
Yet reminding stood
The many exams battled –
And conquered smoothly;
The speed maintained
By my fingers holding gently
The thing of past now.
With no ink around
Water came to its rescue;
The nib reacted with a jerk or two –
Splashed a few drops
When pressed on to the paper;
A little scratch, then light and bright
“Life” it entered with a clear “if”.
The mighty hero a fighter till date
Refused to let go its valour
My pen, my companion.
Sand Trails…
Trailing along quietly
The sand followed me home
From the seashore to the building.
Dropping grains wherever I stepped;
Creating mounds where slippers fell;
Appearing dusty in the clatter,
The cutters of the modern house.
Took many days to clean wipe,
Traces erased to clear perfection.
Yet glitters from the corners;
The sand lives along silently.
Variety is the Spice of Life 