Addiction

I confess,
I’m addicted.
My addiction does not leave my side.
Repenting, I went to you my love,
Alas, you are also addicted to the same,
and embracing your lover, you ignored me.

I sent you my beating heart,
Isn’t it lovely, my love?
Please like it,
My Android is waiting to acknowledge
your iPhone like.

I am sure, drugged as we are, and can’t talk,
my Android and your iPhone,
will surely connect.
After all, they are are choke full of
emojis of beating hearts.

Transgressed

transgressed I have a lot,

never have I reined in my mind,

if I did not taste the bad,

how would I know what good was?

without the pain in my heart,

how shall the laughter flow?

will we wait for the dawn,

without the darkness of the night?


what’s the fun of achieving anything

without paying a fair price,

what nature provided free,

we value not and reach for the sky.

millions loved and returned to dust,

Laila and Majnu still rule our hearts.

Nearing Journey’s End

‘…your hair was bound and wound

About the stars and moon and sun:’—W.B. Yeats

Many a miles we traveled together

Sunshine and starry nights as guide

Dark clouds and moonless nights

We stumbled but always had each other

Words superfluous, we were bound by love

Words not spoken we could clearly hear

Now at journey’s end, we have no fear

Even with eyes closed, faith will guide us there

Even if we can not hear each other

Looking into each other’s eyes, we can decipher

When our sights will fail us, gentle touch will suffice

Even if unforseen calamities do happen

Pathway to our hearts will remain open

And when all our senses fail, my dear

We will know time to say goodbye is near


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

Sunset of love

Nothing changed here from yesterday
As he gazed forlornly at the setting sun
Carpet of grass like velvet
Foliage turning crimson red
Catching the color of sunset
It was here that they had their first kiss
The fiery sunset paled
By the fire burning in their hearts
Her lips flaming red
Was it the passion
Or captured color of sunset
Rushing libido unleashed
He returned her every kiss
Little did he realize
Seduction was in her heart
Like the leaves of fall
One moment grandiose
Coloring the forest fiery red
And gone, blown away, dead
Passion subdued, her lips pale
Heart filled with apprehension he inquired
What’s wrong, anything he had done
Nothing my love, nothing is wrong
Sun has set, it’s time to go home
In a flash like the last rays of setting sun
With a swing of her hips, she was gone
With no promise to return
The kiss was for him to keep
Sunset of love
The hurt was deep indeed


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

Woods

Woods, majestic in their glory
Our many needs met
Only if we preserve and replenish these
Darlings of nature
Surely one day
Will enjoy the bounty of it all
Oh! if we do not take care
Of these majestic woods
Destruction of which
Soon be the death of ours
Wonderful are they
Offering shelters to many
On hot and rainy days
Delighting big and small, and bringing
Smiles to hearts of one and all


Week 26 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write anything Wednesday July-27-2016

Within

Within our hearts there is a place hidden
Protected well from ourselves even
That’s the core pillar of who we really are
Sooner we find it, we shall know us better

Within ourselves the moment we are born
All is clear, pure and all is clean
Surroundings fill us with garbage and dirt
Upto us to again make it clean and bright

Within us have strength to forgive and forget
Finding our true self, we shall be brave
No need for any preachers and healers
Find ourselves and we can be leaders

Within our hearts we can find love again
Compassion for others, courage to befriend
Extend helping hands to the downtrodden
Welcome others as sisters and brethren

Within us we have the resolve for freedom
We have the aptitude and we have the wisdom
Deep inside all of us burns the same fire
Peace and prosperity for all is our desire

Within our core is truth and light
External world blinded our sight
Close the eyes and search deep inside
Let our true self be shining bright


 

 

Week 10 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday 4-6-2016

Life not Science but Arts

Life is not scientific or mathematical operations.

Magnetism, opposites attract
Bringing opposite poles together
In life, alas
Opposites attract to collide, disaster
Disagreements, small and neglected
Allowed to fester
Push back violently, render
Loving hearts into cold stones
Double negative multiplications
Does not produce amicable vibrations
Addition of negatives
Produces no resolution
Life, not science
But arts
Artful handling, tender loving care
Hearts beating for each other
To keep opposites attracted
Forever

 

Weeping Alone

Need to invest in nurturing a relationship less it drifts apart

Hearts connected, not by blood but
Invisible thread, carefully nurtured
Need investment, tender loving care
Taken for granted, silken smooth thread
Frayed by use, rendered fragile
Ready to snap, umbilical cord
Though cut at birth, bonded forever
Hearts once broken, drifts apart
Never to cross path, even the majestic oak
Uncared for, ravaged by disease
Uprooted by sudden storm, all the time spent
Building a loving relationship, all in vain
Not nurtured regularly, all those thought to be own
Drift apart in time, left alone when needed
Lamenting what could have been, weeping alone

 

Waiting for Nirvana

Instead of looking into our hearts, we wait for salvation from outside.

Open our hearts
To complete strangers,
Let our emotions flow
Like spirits,
Waiting for nirvana,
Ephemeral salvation,
Remedies to our woes.
Wails fall on deaf ears,
Blame the world.
Afraid to look
Into our hearts,
Lest see ourselves
Drowned in our filth.
Cleansing our hearts,
Difficult.
Venting easy.