Exit

I know not
the grand entrance,
but when I leave
I know how it will be,
not even a faint ripple
on the space time fabric.

in-between ,
a performance subdued.
was it destiny,
or by intelligent design?
I played my part
the way I liked.

does it matter
if I failed or succeeded,
if for even a moment
I did bring a smile
to someone in need,
all the failures,
all the pains,
shall proudly embrace, as
from dust to dust
I return.

Moments

I made peace with the moment.
What lies ahead, unknown.
What’s left behind, memories
I cannot change.
What matters now
Is this moment, precious,
I make no efforts to hold on.
Unknown to me I became an observer.
As this moment will pass,
I shall embrace
The one that comes.
Why worry
What it holds,
The mystery shall be revealed
In due time.

Wings to my love

Gave wings to my love,
Flew out to blue yonder
Spreading wings,
Shared love all around
Happy to be free.

Earthbound,
Caged my pain,
Waiting,
Smile on my face,
Bleeding heart, patient.

When tired wings
Seek a resting place,
Warm embrace waits,
Key to the cage
Lost long ago.

Tyranny of Time

I do not wear a watch anymore
No band to adorn my wrist
Tentacles, suffocating, broken
Now I have time for everything
I stop to listen
Not rush to talk
Schedule slipped is fine
Will be rescheduled
Whenever I have time 
Appointments missed
Will make new one
Final appointment
Schedule unknown
Looking at the watch 
Of no help
Every step nearer to the grave
I feel more liberated
Eternity is a myth
Death, a friend
To be embraced
I am free of
Tyranny of time

Flirtatious Rain Clouds

Celestial nymph
Seduces to deceive
Rain clouds dance
Beguiling, dark
Caressing gently
Thirsty suitor
Enchanted, eager
Perched throat
Ready to be soothed
Fleeting embrace leave
Desires unfulfilled
Master in the sky
Lifting ever so gently
Hem of the veil
Quietly admonishes
Seductress to bid her time
Suitor kept waiting
Winks flirtatious rain clouds
Till we meet again
Few drops of nectar
All that is there
Quench your thirst
And on a breeze
She vanishes
Thirsty earth
Looks up to the sky
Destitute, desolate


Image from Pixabay

Storm

Another school shooting, another debate. When will this stop?  Congress have blood in their hands. Hiding behind the second amendment, debate will go on between the gun lobby and those clamoring for gun restriction while innocents will pay the price.

I wrote this poem a day after six religious fanatics shot dead hundred and forty nine people including hundred and thirty two students in a school in Peshawar, Pakistan on December 14, 2014.  Originally posted this poem in my blog on December 20, 2015. 


Storm

There was a storm here yesterday,
And I saw this tree
Bereft of all the beautiful colored foliages,
Strewn all around it on the ground.
One leaf was clinging to a branch
Quivering in the winds, trying to hang around.

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My mistress, till death do us part

Away, come away:

Empty your heart of its mortal dream.’ – W.B.Yeats

Seducing me at every step

From the moment of grand entrance

Alluring mistress are you

Promising to keep me company

Till death do us part

I fell into your trap many a times

Weak of mind in moments such

Seduction irresistible to come away with you

Dreams of afterlife, mysterious unknown beckoned

How must you be disappointed with my betrayal

But my sensuous mistress you did know

I have promised myself to someone else

To life, with all the sufferings and pain

I have promised my heart and soul

And when the time comes, as promised

I will leave this body to you

Till death do us part

My mistress

You are no mystery to me

I embrace you with open arms

Death, my eternal mistress

Let me go away on my terms


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Thirteen

 

Thankful to be living

Everytime my heart sings a tune
And the sound comes out tortured
Everytime my pen writes a poem
And the words come out twisted
I die a little

Everytime I extend my hand of friendship
And it gets slapped down in disdain
Everytime I spread the gospel of love
And it gets shouted down
I die a little

Everytime I communicate across the divide
And I am misunderstood
Everytime I want to embrace one who disagrees
And I am pushed back
I die a little

Everytime I die a little, scarred and hurt
And the heart weeps silently
Everytime I spring back like the phoenix
And I resolve to keep on trying
I am thankful to be living

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

 

 

Wind of Change

Wind of change blowing
In change life flowing
Nature on the move
Don’t fear what’s new

Why to be afraid
Inquisitive mind is brave
Now is the time
Do embrace new challenge

Wind of change blowing
Intense, dark and brooding
Now is the time
Destroy all fear,rise

When no one comes
In yourself have faith
Never despair, be strong
Destruction precedes all construction


Write anything Wednesday Sept-14-2016