Poem – Page 9 – My Tales Within

Dangling on a wire

HeadphonesConnected through the slender wirePlaying the strokesof slender fingerson piano tilesblack and white Played long in the pastthe eyes close shutAnd the aeroplane meltsThe clouds rush inAnd all that is leftIs the dangling wireWith pouring music

In the flying sky above

Yes, the land was visible, clear From the flying blue sky, And the floating white clouds, everything, as clear as thatA little familiar, a little strange, what name did we keep?by what name did we call? Yes I faintly remember, it was something like thatIt eluded mejust when I remembered When we would be closerMaybeContinue reading “In the flying sky above”

Fueling the sun

Like an emberPrior to the fireIt risesFrom the ashesStanding on the beachSand on my feet and some in my hairI blow at the cloudsAs hard as I can As much as I canAnd then the embers glow brighterPiercing through the dark veilSpreading from orange to blueEmerging over the horizonThe first rayOf the new dawnIlluminating theContinue reading “Fueling the sun”

World will have to wait

Sheepishly, Little paws Ventured outBeyond the knownGate swung openTo reveal another worldNo chew sticksNo flavoured bonesThere he stoodWavering and unsureOn the very edge of his entire worldat the open portal, the open gateheld back by fearsit stayed rootedThere is a world out thereAnd it would have to wait

Scratches on the Disc…and I dance

Scratches on the discForm Concentric RutsThey playWhat they heardNo ifs, no butsThe grooveslinger longDeeper, it getsHappiness EludesDeeper regretsThe disc RotatesNeedle rides alongScratch by scratch PlaysThe preset songOld song playsmemories paralyseMind stuck in pastEyes well upheart achesPoison surges fastShake of the headShrug of the shoulderBreaks the crippling tranceYes, it’s just a songWhy shouldn’t There be aContinue reading “Scratches on the Disc…and I dance”

Little Hands

Little handsCaressed Gently ruffled the worried hairAnd In that cozy momentCreptthe carefree sleepLike a shroud on a tired soulAnd thenwhen I opened my sleepy eyesShe was goneGrown And thenI couldn’t sleep

The God’s Whisper

Who sets the palateWho mixes the coloursWho holds the divine brushTo paint this wonderful pictureIn the splashOf colours Lies the speckOf creationIf the pixel is so divine How great would bethe complete pictureThe colouris in the eyesAnd the mind divineOnly those willing to stop and witnessCan hear The God’s whisper

The red petal

Lonesome Red petala piece of the treeis now fallen And freeBathed in theDew drops, pure as glassServed and protectedby loyal blades of grassIt retains its colourVivid and trueUnaware it’s fallenAnd would never be newIn decayIt glowsWhat it isIt showsIts fallenYet it remainsWith its colourthe mind it stainsSoon The petalwould cease to beDissolved in lifeno longerContinue reading “The red petal”

Move on. It’s a new dawn

World doesn’t stop It moves onSun rises, stars fadeIt’s always a new dawnSometimes bizarre Sometimes orderly There is rhythmThere is a songLike a riverIt just flowsNever staticIt moves on

The Joy of Giving

The joy is in givingFor what else is prosperity?The purpose is to provideFor what else do we own?Smile that I bringThe blessing that I gain I reap the harvestOf the seeds that I have sownFor this day we celebrateThe greatest giverNot the conqueror of the worldBut the conqueror of the very ownlet’s revel on theContinue reading “The Joy of Giving”