Showing posts with label classic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label classic. Show all posts

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Message From Wind.




O sweet gusty wind,
What do you bring me on this gush?
Some little glitters or
A rush of adrenaline?
I wonder, I muse!
I stand here ,
As you blow through my hair!
My eyes close.
Deceiving the vision all to blur!
I wonder how it will be?
Will it bring me the news I oblique to?
Or something that is so fatigue!
Oh tell me wind!
Whisper in my ears…
Those hisses and enlighten me.
Oh mother, the orb of light
Wake up from the hibernation.
Look about and listen!
The wind brings thus the stories unheard…
Of the loon lovers and passions shared,
Of riots and massacres,
Of sweet companionship and so on....
And fragrance from faraway places!
Wrapped in some tight bundles.
I thus cut off the senses,
And opens up my mind!
As they brush about me,
My curiosity polished,
I sigh out loud as memories rush.
A sob so soft leaves my soul.
The flaunting leafs, trembles and falls!
And then all those tears are washed off.
I open my eyes to something new.
Oh wind thus is your power,
Eternal one!
You bring a new life to me and all.
You sweep those hurdles,
And shower them with peace!
As I stand on this earth,
Bare,
Born along the ways of the great orb!
Alas, love so innocent,
So crucial, fills me to overflow!
Wind oh wind!
Thy bought me the newness of will!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Ode To My companion






A poet's pen you are!
Of thoughts deep in mysteries!
In world so full of chaos!
Sunder not my companion.
The journey is no picnic!
Climbing the walls,
And walking over the shattered windows.
Your nib may clash with the thorns...
Frown not my warrior,
Rise up!
Show them your might!
Headstrong may you stand,
In the eye of evil you may split.
A globule of fire you may create.
Let none stop your blabber.
Upon this desert, so dry…
You are a gladiator.
Against all odds and all cruelty...
Humble may your blood be,
Bleeding you for the world.
Washing off the blackness of world
By the blackness of your will...
Ironic may the situation be...
Stay strong for the truth.
Aye, my sword, let’s start the war
For the good of the world it may be...

Sunday, February 5, 2012

The Lunar Magic. . .





The voice the sweet voice around me tempts me to end this . . . they seduce me to an interlude world of peace... They hold my hands steadfast.... like the temperance, like the mirage they show me everything I ever needs and like the mirage they disappear before my eyes.... I wake up from the majestic world of sweet lies. . . A cold harsh wind blew through my soul and chills me to the core.... The red bright round huge moon, O so real... they throw light over my world.... I see them all but they look mesmerizing.... Their profoundness lulls me.... Those trees are no more lifeless. . . They are just enchanted by the beauty of the lunar.... Nothing moves around and then slowly a soft breeze drifts around me... I'm lulled.... I am lost....I'm melting off.... My soul is at peace.... and there is no more me anymore... I am a part of this nature... this moon, these trees...these grasses... I'm yet another piece of those million of pieces of puzzle. ...
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