Reality Calls

Sometimes I wish my life was less real. Hope you like the post. :)


Gliding over the silvery clouds above,
The world at once seems low.
The wings of fancy impelling the soul,
The dawn of Reality is still a distant glow.

Amorous winds of worldly diversions,
Keep fluttering by in spells.
But solemnly resigned to reach the stars,
Let them weave their deceitful telltales.

For I know now, rather too much,
How devious their alluring paths lead.
For I know now, rather too well,
Fruits do not reap even their fertile seeds.

My wings propel the mystic flight,
The dim twilight makes the benign stars glow.
Euphoria creeping into each vein,
I see shafts of colour out of my being flow.

Alas, in a breath the glaring lights emerge!
Blinding my eyes with radiant sheen;
My airy path, a moment ago panoptic and inviting,
All o’ sudden appears treacherous and lean.

Slowly immersing the skies around,
Dawns the naked, stark truth.
I awaken to the world of saline drudgery,
My soul for the observing world becomes an object of ruth.

The clouds clear up, the truth beckons,
Down I see myself fall.
The harmony playing stops as if by a blatant strike,
Hark you, Reality calls!

Doppelgänger

I guess everyone has a dark side which they fear more than anything else. Hope you like the post. :)

Yes, it's there!

It has always been there.

I have seen glimpses of it in my dreams.

I have felt its existence around when awake.

I have seen its apparition glide past me in the dark.

I have felt its shadow on a blistering sunny day.

I have slept in dread of haunted dreams,

I've woken up in fear of confronting doom.

I have tried run away from it in solitude.

I have hidden from it in bustling crowds.

It’s wicked and it’s consuming me spitefully!

An eternity it seems I’ve lived in feverish fear.

Eons seemed to have passed in between

But I’ve tried in dismay to evade this phantom.

Yet, the void inside me still seemed escalating.

Like a parasitic weed, clutching and choking my being-

Until now, that I fear an implosion.

Until now, that I see it defeating myself.

Until now, that I find myself willing to surrender.

I fear my existence crumbling!

I fear my doppelgänger taking over me… 

Once!

Just my feeling towards life. :)

Once!

Once, just once!

Let the song of hope ring in my ears.

Let the shimmer of success gleam in my eyes.

Let the path of glory be seeable through this haze of uncertainty.

Let the flowers of Eden bloom in my view.

Let the myth of love contort into a fact.

Let the divine snide that I’m living each day,

Turn into a benign smile.

For then ill rise through these sands of time,

And change myself as well;

For he is a fool, who stays aloof,

Even as the world around him alters to Heaven,

From the dark, pathetic Hell.

Numb

I wrote this long ago. Maybe I had a reason I don't remember now, or may have have chosen to forget. Hope you understand. ;)


NumB

Whispering winds create a cacophony,
Trembling in awe I succumb.
The world around me seems alienated;
I run away from shadows into the devious dark.

What is it I’ve become?
A fiend lurking in the shadows?
The very existence seems to be crashing down.
Meandering roads, I tread;
Those that at every curve ignite the fear of the unknown.

They say the world has cruel eyes.
And they look at me sceptically.

But it is the bare, unquestionable truth!
The sanctity has left me and the sanity is illusive.
Feelings which I once harboured have deserted the shores of my heart.
Lost and delirious, I wander through this labyrinth.

The gravest of pains barely brush my soul,
The acme of happiness refuses to kindle a spark.
It seems aeons have passed since an insignificant wave of a human emotion,
Touched the unadorned sands of my slumbering soul.

A melancholic feeling looms all around,
I gape at nothingness; it loyally reciprocates.
Days hustle their way out; nights stretch, delaying the morn.
With eyes wide open and consciousness sound asleep,
Have I become, what they call, Numb?

Requiem for a Short Summer

In the past one year, I only managed to meet my parents only twice; managing just about ten odd days. This one is for them. Hope you like it as well. 

Requiem for a Short Summer 

Come this year, summer was succinct,

Came and went in a day or two.

The warmth of unrestrained, unselfish love is hard to find,

Even as the sun seemingly dazzles everything around you.

Those tired, old eyes- they sparkled on seeing me,

Even the tears smiled in those expectant eyes.

Having them beside me made me ponder,

How could sordid complications in life ever rise?

The innate feeling of well-being and safety,

Drenched my weary soul.

I miraculously saw myself become a child once again,

A drop into the past; as if through time’s own tiny loop-hole.

And everything seemed simple again,

In the very manner “simple” was always meant to be.

The routine hassles of everyday seemed mundane and distant.

I suddenly found myself to be the person; I had always secretly wished to be.

Yet, those few nights I rested assured; winter will come stronger than ever,

Though the sun outside will still shine high.

And everything around will willingly succumb to the morbid chaos,

The coldness around will once again make me sigh.

Yet, through that veil of all-pervasive cold, I know-

The memories of these few sunny days will shimmer like rare jades.

The smiling faces will keep haunting my dreams.

And try as I may, the child in me will never really fade.

Despair

A simple, yet woeful poem about two brothers. Hope, you like it!

‘T was a gloomy, grey and cloudy Sunday;

The sun veiled by the curtain,

Had gone way overhead; yet in sight was bleak.

The white silk kurta fluttering in the cool wind of the afternoon,

Felt cosy and warm, yet sleek.

The ice was melting, the snow was wet;

The narrow alleys thronged with joy,

The din of life was on a high;

Every soul was worth one of my priceless toys.

I looked at him and he smiled back; warm with pride.

I was his little brother, shouldn’t he be?

He held my hand and pulled me forth,

And like the lazy clouds up above, I followed;

The unrestrained affection and the unfathomable fear that love expounds,

Together in cause swept through my heart;

I prayed his name be hallowed.

The multitudes rejoicing in the festivity of the moment,

Felt as if were images of my own.

For once in my short life every breath was ecstasy;

It seemed the fruits of happiness,

From the seeds of hope had finally grown.

Alas, I flew, like a dead and dry leaf following the wind’s will.

As the colourful canvas of mortal happiness I had before my eyes,

Was splashed by an explosion of hatred and rage;

Where Eden, a moment ago, was burgeoning in its prime,

All that was left, in my book of life, was a blood splattered page.

In the grave anguish that suddenly flushed my soul,

I struggled to get to my shaking feet.

Cries of anguish, howls of pain and the plague of death carved in all horizons,

In the blur that was engulfing my eyes;

All I sensed was the innocent dead reek.

My innocent heart missed a beat as I squinted on the wet, maroon earth,

His face was numb, his pulse frozen; spasms sabotaged my former mirth.

I cried, as a six year old should; clutching his identical white kurta,

Except it was bespattered with red rouge,

Of any sign of evanescing life inside it- alas, there was a dearth!

That day a part of me died;

A day that left in my soul an ineradicable smear;

Helpless and meek I sat there by my brother’s corpse.

In the babel of chaotic, woeful and helpless voices all around,

What echoed was the shrill tone of human despair.

Concise

My previous blog was recently and unfortunately shutdown. So, here I am with another having the same name, simply because I like it. :)


This is the first thing I've written in months now.
Hope you like the post. :)

Concise

In boughs of fruity fragrance,

Where the oranges hung low.

Where humming bees buzzed the rhythm,

And time surprisingly crawled along slow.

I woke up from a reverie,

My eyes still slightly numb,

I gazed upon a vision,

Which struck me almost dumb.

An orange hanging from a stooping branch,

A hand craving to reach;

A jump that proved unhelpful,

And Sorrow on a face like a peach.

Tears almost drenched the eyes,

And made them sparkle like the rarest of gems.

But Beauty oozed and radiated,

Even as crystals of grief guarded them.

And yet she did try again,

And I could almost hear Failure laugh.

As she looked up at the orange above,

I stood up instinctively, to pluck it on her behalf.

And so, I came within her sceptic gaze,

For a moment my feet stopped.

She seemed to feel my hesitation,

The orange suddenly dropped.

A teasing smile drenched her face,

And at last she did giggle.

Picked it up, waved it to me,

Turned and walked off,

In a manner, subtly regal.

But I was already in love,

The first time I must admit.

Though the brevity of the episode,

Startled my drowsy wits.

Never again did I see her again,

Under the same boughs though each day I wandered.

Some things are never meant to be,

My mocking mind answered.

Yet, the heart never listens to logic,

Be it coherent and sound.

It hopes to live within the clutches of love,

Where ever it can be found.

And although quite foolishly strange,

Sometimes in crowds I search for those eyes.

Maybe, I never forgot that love,

Which to me was most beautiful, yet so concise!