Poems

Pain

Loss, defeat, fight or strife
Pain is but another facet of life
Another gift of our wise creator
Giving a view of truth- the greater.

Let me cherish it
To its very last bit.
For I don’t know when next
Life would appear clear, not vexed.

 

Away

She goes away
Like the rains of May
Never to return again
Unlike the November rain
I do deserve this numbing pain
No one to blame, nothing to explain
Not even like the cold November rain.

 

Her Soft Seduction

She visits my mind
Incessant like the tides.
Whispers nothing
And yet time just slides.

Smiles like an angel
Dances around as a fairy.
I feel I am lying on a
Dewy meadow in a prairie.

I bare my soul to her
Merely looking into her eyes.
For once, unaffected
I am not behind any guise.

Wouldn’t call it love
For the word wouldn’t suffice
To capture my bliss
Her soft seduction, my caprice.

 

Reality

Fate needs no rendition.
Our love no fruition.
Joy needs no manifestation.
Society no explanation.

Reality is but an illusion.
For those with weak vision.
For truth is in mind’s creation.
And the soul’s levitation.

 

Transient Joys

I have left our town behind.
But you are still in my mind.
I travel alone through the day.
But its like with you in a sleigh.
I sleep in the still of the night.
Only to dream of your sight.
Looking at these lovely flowers.
I remember those precious hours.
Around me there is a lot of noise.
I sit calm, feeling transient joys.
I cant explain, this joy within.
There is no other feeling akin.

 

Absolute Sedation

Alas! I can’t till my mind anymore.
To produce fruits of creativity of yore.
The rains of instinct have long been away.
The river of inspiration has gone astray.
I tried borrowing few seeds from next door.
But plagiarism I was told was reason for abhor.
The well of confidence has remained shallow.
And I can’t pretend it’s another year of fallow.
I won’t survive on the produce of yesteryears.
And no one thinks my mind worthy of arrears.
What is this burden of perennial generation
How I long for a life of absolute sedation.

 

But peacefully

As the wind blew by almost tickling.
As the moon shone bright almost revealing.
As the city erupted with joy almost frantic
As the terrace remained lonely, almost romantic.

I missed you so much, almost dearly
But then I saw you there, almost clearly
Shining by the moonlight, almost angelic
Wearing that smile, almost beatific.

You stood there still, almost tempting
I ambled towards you, almost relenting
I touched you, almost certainly
I fell four floors, almost suddenly.

 

Linger On

The fragrance from the drowning incense stick,
The dimming light from the dying wick.
The last rays of amber from the setting sun,
The final morsel of the only bun.

Please linger on, linger on, linger on,
How would it be when you are gone.
I don’t know, but I don’t want to think,
I want to pretend that I wont sink.

How I wished that time slowed down,
Forcing all my worries to simply drown.
I know that I would eventually succumb,
But for now I want to feel comfortably numb.