Of Love

Of the racing heart,

quickening breath,
the gentle brush of lips.
Of sweet whispers,
blushing cheeks,
musical laughter.
Of cool breeze
flirting with one's hair,
soft music
ringing in one's ears.
Of quiet exchanges
of shy looks, stealthy glances,
soft embraces.
Of searching eyes,
hands that wipe away tears.
Of the beautiful paleness
of Life, like love,
subtle, yet so strong,
inconspicuous,
despite its lingering presence.
Of the Red hue
of sacrifice, of blood
and vermilion.
Of transcending boundaries.
Of dewy mornings,
glowing sunsets,
moonlit nights.
Of Love,
that walks you hand in hand
into the infinity of the Horizon
and the eternity of Time.

I stand alone

Lonesome I stand
amongst a multitude,
with no companion but myself,
with memories of my past,
that, like autumn leaves,
lie scattered about my feet,
by Hope they are blown away;
and dreams of mine,
that, like flowers of Azure Spring,
bloom on every tree and vine,
colouring pale Life
with their hues,
despair and strife,
hand in hand, fading away.

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from head to crown,
Clean favoured and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
Always a gentleman when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses,when he said,
"Good morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
                                                                      -Edwin Arlington Robinson 



How wrong people are, to judge us just from our demeanour......when, the side of ourselves that we reveal to the world, is merely a shade, perhaps a farcical one, of the spectrum of hues that colour us. Each of us has a story to tell - the truths about ourselves that we know in the darkest depths of our hearts, no matter how much we deny them or try to keep them in concealment from the world. We are all Richard Cory(s), envied by others, yet, troubled by our own secrets and facades.

Aman ki asha.....

Sarhad ke jharokhon se dekhti hoon main
dekhti hoon usi lalimaa ko
ek nayi subah ko aaghosh mein lete hue
dekhti hoon usi balkhati jheel ko
khilkhilati hui hariyali ke sahare mudte hue
dekhti hoon vahi lehrate khet
vahi kaliyaan jinka khilna
bahar ke aghaaz  ki dastak deta hai
dekhti hoon azad gagan mein
panchiyon ke ik jhund ko
bewatan
jo na mere asmanon ka hai na uske
dekhti hoon bazaar ki usi hulchul ko
maidan mein khiladiyon ke usi junoon ko
dekhti hoon use jo mujh jaisa lagta hai
sunti hoon uski boli jo kahi-suni lagti hai
dekhti hoon usi sunehri shaam ko
uske aangan mein baste hue
dekhti hoon usi chand ko
raat ka daaman sajate hue
dekhti hoon
dekhkar lagta hai
sheeshe mein jhaank rahi hoon
sunti hoon
door kahin se bandook ki goonj
sunkar nazraane par parda padh jaata hai......

Night

The night is so short that the moonlight has barely embraced it, it has barely kissed the dark shores of the sky.....

Midnight Maudlin Fits

Feeling suffocated by the silence of the night, of the vaccum in life. Crying in the middle of the night, convulsive sobs that noone can hear. Because noone is around. Feeling lonely, wishing for somebody to be troubled by your pain. Not wanting to be left all by yourself to handle every damn thing that comes your way.

Giving up on life, wanting to kill yourself and attain liberation from all Maladies. Then suddenly remembering all your big ambitions, a newfound love for them welling up inside yourself, suddenly becoming too selfish to throw away your most cherished things, becoming hopeful again, very slowly falling in love with life again......

Reminded of things to be done the next day, all the meloncholy vanishing in a moment as if it were just a maudlin fit. Wiping your tears away, swollen-up eyes stinging, head aching like its going to crack open under the Pressure. Washing your face, humming yourself to sleep, feeling relieved, peaceful after the catharsis......

Solitude

Feeling the rythmic beat of your heart
your slow breath
listening to the soft rustling of leaves
to the breeze whispering sweet nothings.

Reminiscing pleasant memories...
...an absent-minded smile dancing on your lips
looking at the inky sky, deluged by the cool moonlight
lost in somebody's thoughts, longing for company
to share your quiet moments with...