Poem – Page 14 – My Tales Within

Pure White or Yellow

So pure and whitecould have been yellowMay be used on the foreheadBut most of the time, for the below Made of the same stuffLike the books on the shelfOne brimming with wisdomOther stained with remains of rectum Each having a purposeAnd a rung on the ladder of priorityEach one satisfies a needfor leisure, or aContinue reading “Pure White or Yellow”

Hidden by the Mist

Into the woodsThey walkPath hiddenby the mist Alongsidestep by steptogetherHeld by the Wrist Unruly stonesFeet do stumbleHurt and acheAnkles do twist The tender touchRub on the skinLove healswarm shoulders assist Every worryEvery sorrowForgottenWhen they kissed Don’t need a destinationWhen we are togetherIn the woodsHidden by the mist #Whatdoyousee #WDYS

Its wine or blood

It’s wine or bloodDepends on how it tastesEach one intoxicatingDepends on how one takes It’s an addictionThe goblets changethe body or the bottlethe coincidence is strange Rich feast on poorStrong on the weakThe toast is for the victorNever a privilege of the meek The beast reeks of powerThere is no remorseful eyeIt sucks to theContinue reading “Its wine or blood”

From earth they all rise

From earth they riseSome wantedSome undesiredSome ugly, some nice Not only the matter of seenThe lush grassthe incessant weedBoth coloured bright green Both rise togetherNourished by the same sunSprouting from the same earthNone worse, none better Existing for what they areUnconcerned by likes and dislikesExpressing their selfNone a loser, none a star Who is theContinue reading “From earth they all rise”

Turning a new leaf

Let’s turn a new leafIt need not be greenAny colour you feelAny shade you wantIt’s your treeIt’s your leaf

Falling

FallingI am fallingFaster and heavierPulled inwardsYet surging outThe tear is widerRipping open the truthLayer by layerthe sheaths are partedthe endless fall endsStatic at the bottomThere in the abyssThere appears a lightClear as crystalThe vision is clearIn a mind placidThere are no sheathsThere is just meAnd there lies the truth

Under the same blue sky

We siton the samewet grassUnder the sameblue sky We liveIn the same,Fleeting momenttogether we watchthe moment pass by No wordsAre utteredNone are neededin the silencethere is no lie

Silent windows

Ever seen lightsin the nightLittle windowsCurtained or otherwise Spilling lights,Telling talesInocent traitorsof secrets inside Telling allYet holding backHeld back byVaguest of ties Each one lostIn multitudes of lightsHiding, yet being a beaconOf another life Another lifeFull of sorrows and liesCelebrating a happy momentOr a momentous high Each one trappedWith losses and gainor with a dreadofContinue reading “Silent windows”

Silent Din

In the dinof silenceI heardThe silent shriek In the hollowsof the heartIt echoedloud The eyeswell upWith ripples of tearsglazed Tricklingover the brimFlowing freelyAt last Flowing unrestrainedOver the stony cheeks till the creasesof the hesitant smile There it pausedBetween the sad EndAnd a happy Beginning

Krishna

The music of the fluteAnd the breath of the soundis himThe smile on the lipsAnd the happiness withinis himThe moment in the flow of timeThe past, present and futureis himThe twinkle in the eyeThe beauty in the eyesis himThe glitter of the seenThe presence of the unseenIs himThe warmth in the hugThe unbridled loveis himTheContinue reading “Krishna”