Cacophony

 

 

 

As I take a stroll

through the downtown,

I hear the clamour,

the uproar, the disorder,

that trumpet in ear;

incessant and blaring.

Screeching of tires

from the worn-out lanes,

honking of horns

from the log-jammed cars,

colliding gears,

engine that roars,

some obscure words

from nameless hawkers,

cries of urchins,

veil in the grey aura

of a cacophonous orchestra!

The Wall

The wall devilishly grey,

I made it myself; so strong, so high

Neither could I break nor could I fly

Not a wall of brick or stone

Made of intangibles

Fear, despair, angst

Left me cloaked

in a darkness infinite 

 

I perish here of

desolation,not

stronger enough to

shatter the wall, and let

the light shower my soul.

 

The soul craves for

the hallowed ray, for

someone to crush the

wall into dust, 

set me free,

show me the light.

A Moment......

When the twinkling star teased at our silence

When the firefly silently approved our presence

When we got drenched in a flood of moonlight

When the cliff on the horizon shined bright

When your hair began to dance with cool breeze

When you spoke only with your eyes

When the time stopped moving

When there was no tomorrow, only the moment was prevailing

Be it a moment, so what?

Cherished it, from core of the heart!

A tryst pampered by kind nature

A wink, a smile, a touch, a whisper,

And a moment to remember

A moment.....

That leaves an everlasting impression

A moment......

That doesn't come along very often.

Waterfall

 

Visited recently the Dhuandhar Waterfall in Jabalpur, MP on River Narmada. The natural beauty of the waterfall was awesome. Narmada flows in this terrain,through the marble rocks, like a bubbly teen! Also boating through the downstream of the waterfall left me with an amazing serenity. Famous fusion band Indian Ocean had composed a song Ma Rewa way back, which describes Narmada flawlessly.
Twenty years back I visited the same place with my parents. Still I could relate my faint memory with the sight.
 

 

 

(This photo was captured by me! )

 

Raging down the rugged cliff

With the astounding vivacity

Of a bubbly teen.
 

Playing with the gushing wind,

Spurting droplets upwards,

Filling the air with dreamy mist,

Forms a smoke cascade.
 

Sizzling smoky water,

Like a playful bride,

flirts with the pristine white marble rocks.

 

Savior

In everyone's life there are one or more people who come as savior. They understood you, helped you, guided you, saved you from predicament and then gradually disappeared. Sometimes they do it of their own will; but most of the time we only forget them and push them into oblivion. They save you in many ways you can be saved. They extend their hands selflessly when you need them most and never ask anything in return.

Standing on the cross-road

Swept away in an opaque crowd

Or whirling aimlessly

In a neverending carousel.

Lost in a thousand ways,

Was looking for a way out

Failed attempts to fight a battle unarmed

Remained my voices unheard

Whilst lost in the darkness of daylight,

You showed a sunrise; new and bright.

Whilst running almost astray,

You showed the hope imminent in another day.

Holding your hand I stepped into the ladder

You smiled, watched me going up, my savior.

With a dream of million stars shining,

In search of rainbow, I kept on walking.

Glimpsing back in time, didn't I bother
You smiled, watched me going up, my savior.

Dream of dawn

Remember! That chilly winter night

I kept gazing at you,

Your countenance; serene yet bright.

Your eyes made a promise under the starry sky,

With the west wind blowing, to hold my hands forever.

A promise that touched my heart! 

A promise that made me cry!

I loved to be lost at your quirk,

To smile at the slope of your cheek

To dip at your thoughts umpteen

I loved you, no one else, my queen.

I loved you! And I love you

I hope you did too. Didn't you?

Our story bloomed like a flower,

Spread its fragrance, 

And withered silently in a whisper.

Though you are, no longer with me

I find you still, held in my arms, in my dream.

Dream!

Dream of dawn- fresh and vivid

Leaves me with a sweet unrest, and

A stark realization- it's just a dream

But I do hope!

I do hope my dream come true.

The dream I long

The dream of dawn!

I Surrender

""Some solitary moments in life hunt your mind with some incoherent thoughts which you can not avoid but only surrender to those. And you are left with an unbearable inner chaos.""

What am I doing?

I weep, tears don't come

I shout aloud, sound fades away

till it reaches my ear.

I surrender,

Letting my soul swim

in an ocean of absolute emptiness!

What am I thinking?

Tiring my mind

with thoughts and images, I despised most?

The moments die slowly,

Left me devoid of any inner silence.

I surrender,

Indulging myself in a sphere of

unbearable seclusion!

Why?

I burn my face in scorching heat

I shiver in cold throughout the night

I drench my body in incessant rain

I lie uncovered under the naked sky,

my friends are agony and intense pain.

You don't see my subdued eyes,

extreme anguish hidden in my cries,

my malnourished body, 

the hunger in my belly,
the melancholy.

Why?

You don't see! Or you don't care?

I see you through the tinted glass

Your flamboyance, your grandeur !

My eyes gaze at the devouring spree

Your one cup of coffee

can fill my empty tummy.

Why?

Is it my fault I was born roofless?

Is it my fault my parents left me?

You turn your eyes from my ragged attire

You walk away from my dingy living space

Why?

Ever try to dive into my eyes-

into an ocean of perpetual longing!

Far far away from your world, safe and glittering.

(Written after I spent few hours with few Mumbai street children.)

Insomnia

Slow night, so long,

Sleep ceases to befriend

Eyes closed, I'm asleep,

I do pretend.

 

Ticking of the clock,

Hissing of my breath,

assault my ears

without any break.

 

Taunting of the pillows,

Haunting of the thoughts,

leave me restless,

my soul battered.

 

Up above the ceiling, I stare

Left with nothing but utter despair

Can't I have a nightlong sweet slumber?

Longing for a dream surreal,

All I pray, a night without any ordeal.

The Whisper

 

 

A faint whisper,

feeble, yet sensible;

lingered gently on my ear

from the back of my shoulder.

 

Whisper,

that reminded me of my deeds of yesteryear,

truths unpleasant to hear,

sins I committed in the past,

stories unspoken to anyone.

 

Was it real, or a hallucination?

Or may be a dark premonition!

"who is this", I whimpered

No one answered, the whisper unperturbed.

I hated it to hear; hated it from my heart.

 

A peek at the back, all I wanted

I opened my eyes and saw a shadow on the wall i faced

The shadow was lurking me, made me sick

I stood up and moved my neck.

The curtain was still, in my room I was alone

A shadow was still there, this time that was Mine!

I'm fired!

 

A year back,

I entered the premises,

I was happy, I had dream in my eyes;

I got a place, also I got one boss

I started working so hard,

that my life went for a toss. 

Life was a bliss till next appraisal,

till the lay-off began, till that gloomy morning,

till I found the "Holy Pink Slip" on my table.

Impeccably enveloped!

Name neatly scribbled!

The letter of dismissal! 

A feeling of abandonment;

a many questions unanswered;

a future undestined and blurred;

on the brink of helplessness, I stood

unappreciated, unacclaimed, unrecognized!

Since my first day of work, I've been loyal

In return, what I got back is nothing but betrayal!

I had a life, I had recognition, I had dreams a million

Now, nothing but angst and agony are my new companion!

No one hires me now, I'm tired

I got a bad name...coz I'm fired!

Hedonism

Wine, sparkling in a shiny blue glass;

a puff of thick curly smoke,

from the burning cigar,

Tranquil eyes, lingering on the smoke line

Half laid, half asleep

On my high back chair.

Those small little things !

Those small small little little things,

you brought me,

with love and affection,

Made my so many days.

Those little Hi and Hellos,

you uttered at odd times;

your voice full of life,

Made me wait till late at night.

Those all countless evenings,

you sat beside me at the riverbank

your whispers, your warm breath,

Made me hold your heart in mine.

Those all birthday celebrations

you were the first one to wish
your rhyme, your sing-song

Made me re-born again and again

Now though you are,
No longer there with me,

I'm lost somewhere,

Life was not so cool with me.

I sit by my window, I remember you,

I listen you, I see you, I feel you.

Echoes of your voice,

your scribbling on the wall,

your painted postcards,

your whispers,

countless converasations preciously archived,
. . . .. . . . . . .

Make me sail through my memories!