Poem – Page 6 – My Tales Within

The rain

Sometime I just sit Watch the rain Wet the sky Night Me 5-4-3-2-1 syllables I don’t know if it’s a form A form that’s got a name But it sounded good And so it’s poetry It’s sounded like one for me At least 😊

I turned. And she wasn’t there

I turnedAnd she wasn’t thereSleep brokeDream interrupted I turnedAnd she wasn’t there I walked too quick Kicking up the dustI turnedAnd she wasn’t thereWind blewTapping my shoulderI turnedBut she wasn’t there I waited For the next dayThe world turnedYet she wasn’t thereClosing my eyesI saw herIn me forever She was always there

In the clouds, there is no boundary

Far above the cloudsThere lies no boundaryDown where the shadow travelsThe bind remains same, but the rule changesFlying as a speck in the skyThere is just the wind and sunshineDown where lies the fissuresMeaning remains same, but the sound changesFlying far above the din Blue sphere floats sereneDown below in the flat landSunshine remains, butContinue reading “In the clouds, there is no boundary”

The warmth of the Embrace

The warmth You feel in our embraceis not of the bloodcoursing through my veinsbut of the beating heartFilled with loveThe embracegoes deeper than the skinThrough the welling eyesAnd the fragrant breathTo the echo of the heartAnd to the bliss thereIn that coreYou will find me waitingFor there, is where we first metand there, is whereweContinue reading “The warmth of the Embrace”

Still like a stone

Felt weary and filled with lethargy. Just didn’t want to move a limb. The stillness and heaviness I felt, I shared in common with the unmoving stone. The stone that is essentially full of inertia, lies unmoving, anchored. It’s entire being is filled with inertia and heaviness. It’s own weight keeps it rooted. It onlyContinue reading “Still like a stone”

The day rises

बादलों को जला कर सुबह आयी है अब आसमान को रंगना है नीला

I fit in. That’s a crime

I don’t belongBut I stayEvery nightEvery dayI am not wrongYet I changeUnnoticed That’s strangeI am not me it’s fine I fit inThat’s crimeI am happythey do sayEvery nightEvery day

The pot

A crackFrom a fallWidening deeperdisintegrating the potTill only mud remainedAnd then I knewMud it wasOnlyPot was builtBy two hands, Not onecrafted by care Bound by loveAnd it was builtNot bought

I am the seed

My job is doneI am now to wither To merge with the soilAnd feed the netherFrom my nectar Will rise the nextDrawn to me They did the restMy colour is lostthat was me indeedI am not gleaming in the sunI am in the depths, buried I am withering awayYet I am completeI am not theContinue reading “I am the seed”

Bad dream

Have you ever had a bad dream, that wakes you up sweaty, and then it lingers in a fuzzy way? And scared to even fall asleep. So you stay awake… Staring at the dark…. Bad dreamPlays out Tormentsbehind the closed eyesCold Sweat on the browand a pounding heartThat almost diedWoke up relievedIt was unrealmade upContinue reading “Bad dream”