Sunday, October 6, 2013

Pyre of sands

#When you send entries and they are rejected. So.

Shallow soul full of clairvoyance of our future,
What grilled in more?
Betrayal or the treacheries

Spoken words, rhythm of your laughter in my mind,
What burnt more?
Naked truth or coated whispers

Moments froze in your duly companionship,
What grieved more?
Tears of sadness or silence

Happiness leaped through heart at your sight,
What pained more?
Prayer of separation or never together

Melodies ran through the body when you touched,
What was lost more?
Moments or the memories

Poetry of your beauty mixed with air,
What was taught more?
Lessons or the mind to forgive

Reasons to smile, reasons to ponder, my love,
What lacked more?
Courage or the trust

Now, I stand here stranded in misery,
What hurt more?
Love that is moving further,
Or the love is happy with another.

Redemption of thoughts

#When you send entries and they are rejected.So.

Lines along the palm burnt, more than scorching sun over head,
Naked feet on the ground swell in meat of ignorance,
Choice was minimal and apprehension more, his life,
He picked the next brick that lay across with no remorse.

His black studded eyes took glances of the boy privileged,
Resided in mansion well protected and preserved,
Stood over the toes, to get a glimpse of his highness,
Through the window merciless saw the child with school uniform.

Obsolete dreams and future barricaded on the roads,
Bricks shone brighter, heavier by each year,
Tears of pain that flew, meant hunger disgraced,
His heart hurt with sorrow of this situation.

Scribbled the pencil, words faster than voices echoed,
His nose touched the notebook in search of ignorance,
Not of wholesome concentration, but lack of it,
Sound of two elders pounding on each other.

His mind strayed to the boy near the bricks,
Was exterior pain same as the internal burden?
Eyes bore tears of night full of hallucinations,
When voices pitched further, he held his shirt tighter.

He didn’t want a future but run away from all of it,
Peeped out of window at the boy near the brick,
The trauma in home had swallowed every bit of his life,
His heart hurt with sorrow of this situation.

Traumatised soul

#When you send entries and they are rejected. So.

Beneath the burgeon of innumerable beliefs,
Sang the lips murmurs of melancholy rhetoric,

Tilted her bound head, in weight of painful memories,
Smelt her breathe of exhilarating agony,

Wise end of time whispered that death was her friend,
Heart weakened mustered no courage to embrace the saying,

Paranoia was a solitary syllable on her fragile mind,
Curses were inked on her frozen tongue,

She bore no thoughts, no deeds of the timeless,
Stretched and squirmed in the myriads of nightmares

Most beautiful memories that flew past began to haunt her,
Flashes of demons and devils, the shy eyes met,

Hatred dwelled and spewed deep within the skin,
Clustered negative impressions in her vivid emotions,

Mankind was mercilessly non- existence to her knowledge,
Meticulously, lips chanted prayers for her saviour,

Relief to rigid version of darkness was the only medicine,     
Bounded to utmost grievance, her only enemy,

All seemed lost, in the longest battle of self,
All but one,

Undying faith of a tomorrow never encountered,
Hope of a future that has to be realized in senses,

Clenched her fingers tight till they marked,
Pain was endured while it lasted the last chord.