Yesterday

Yesterday left
To let the today be
Away, away
yesterday, the moon left us
To eclipse in the grey sky

I am waiting
from the arms of my yesterday
to vision the
pages of poetry
tattered by yesterday

My lexicon of life
is tired of
dying every day
Deliver me yesterday
I owe so much

a step to be taken

There, once worked a magic
Magic that inspired living
Living in the peace of a leaf
Autumn raped the leaf
Left it in an orb
Orb of a torment

Weeks, months ... even years
Continued in the ruins
Autumn brings life
A hope for the step
A step, now
Must be taken

Taken for reason
Taken to continue the task
Taken for the magic to end

Trust

What are trusts for? They are stars of a december sky. A sky that is clear, breeding illusion in a cloudy mind. Trust is a faint light that mocks at a sleepy soul. The roads that were not taken beckons me even today. From the half open doors of past, gleams the light that can no longer be taken by frail visions. The visions that taught me to read, read letters connoting a river that flows deep beneath the veins.
The self has two parts - one that is often compared to a mirror. This mirror adds to the derth of life from cosmos. In the cosmos there dwells the foetus of trust. A trust that takes the waves have to its beloved - the sands of our shore. The relation that never be denied. A relation that defies even the unspoken words of silences. The trusts are glow worms that bring a smile in a child's face. A face that norishes the soil of life. A life that secures trust , a life that mingles trust with yet another kind.
This kind will carry forward the lyrics of trust. A trust that binds the cosmos to the mortal beings , a trust that makes living more meaningful.

Notebook Words

My pen brings pain on paper
Yet it brings life to words
Seeking freedom in creation
An original draft
A draft where you reside
As summer to plunge
In the gloden veil
Of sun - to swim
In the clouds of monsoon
The paper is tempted
To fly to its rainbow
The seven colors of dusk
Until it can reach
The destination of Aurora

Hi who am I?
I know not.
I trudge along the path of life
Hoping to meet sunshine and laughter
But eternal pain has set in me
Making my journey ever lonesome and bitter

Joy and love I had envisaged
Not the lonely road to darkness
Where all thoughts turn to agonyWidening the void in me.

take care with love

An answer to someone very dear to me .........who was with me for only few months.....

Who are you?
If ever I know through
In the alleyways of tale-true
In the leaves of heart and affection
Passing the days of deja-vu

Mirth and glee will surpass
Glide you to the calm mass
Where all visions will be bright
Providing you the strength to fight.

Changing Places

The terrain of hope will swim with the grey clouds taking dreams from one eyelid to another. The clouds paint the narratives of a child, lost in the hands of time. They carry words of pain and smile to places where the thirst of soil screams in the killing silence of night. The clouds sailed at the harbor of Kalidasa search for your silences. A silence that speaks when I am tired, when I am lonely and when I am lost in the wilderness of a full moon night.The evening falls on my shoulder, changing places to meet the little damsels with wings. The wings that take them from the fertile land of image and notion to paint imaginations. The subtle fingers of evening make my bed where I sleep to share a life, changing places. When the rainbow takes the flight from my terrain to yours, changing places to continue our episode of fantasy. A fantasy that dies the death of moment. Moments that curl like baby fingers to lose themselves in my dreams.

known and unknown

A child believes in the known, denying the unknown. The individual smile at the unknown to bring the droplets of happiness in life. The knowledge seeps in the tender mind to become known that "happiness" is a noah's arch. It is an oasis hidden by the alluring desert sands. The words of sands are demi messiahs who gift the taught "known".
Knowledge inter twines the unknown to the known. The known is "Lucifer" who even being the brightest star longs for the unknown. The innocence is golden, but is the known base ? Iron is base, yet the metal supports foundation of knowledge. The sun shines on the valley of the child's mind. Ra encourages known, a known that amputes ignorance. Ignorance that denies ego.
Ego that permeates in living offers satisfaction to the child's mind. A mind that knows one self , a self that defines language, philosophies and ideals. There is now only one kind of living, a life in the mind breathing in a mutilitated body.
This body is not the soil of the child's mind. The free flowing mind yet chooses a drecreased body - an act of fate - unknown self.

Time

Etymological relevance of the word "clock" is better known as "time". Time derides thoughts , thoughts that belong to my home of satiation. We all are mere puppets of time. Time constructs in its own mood till the deconstruction is complete. The time machine moves in all the direction irrespective of humane touch and pondering. One baby step towards "now" will labor the child of future. a future that is unheard. Time didnt even give the divine prerogative to assume the future of "its mysterious self".
Time belongs to no one. Time is neither here, nor can be there. Yet time is everywhere. Time can fly to belong to our cosmos. Time is reality ticking constantly to keep pace with the beating heart.