Wednesday 31 August 2011

Concealed secrets in the fogged glass...

In dark stormy seas 
Of disharmony… 
Drenched and shaken into breathless gulps of air…
Seeking for lost identity
Amongst the raging ruffled waters…


Blackened shadows of past engulf you  
In its whirlpool of screams…


Against the beset of growling noises and mocking laughter  
You shiver with piercing coldness…


Till all turns mute, 
And all is enveloped in stillness, 
You sit in fear… 


Hiding from the dark shadow that stalks you…


Your teary eyes
Look up to find that haunting strand of memory
Trying to search for you,
As it passes along the fogged glass in the moonlit night…


You are running away,
But aren’t free yet… 
You are trying to escape,
Yet every moment seems watched and counted… 
As though the devil awaits for the right moment to strike…


You cannot cry,
You cannot smile…
As your mind stays transfixed with elusive persistent fear…


Indecisiveness gnaws your brain,
Pain screeches through inner realms of complexities…


Unwanted unwinding memories scroll before you…  
And your senses jeopardize your existence to numbness…
You try to stand, recalling your identity…
But lost identity makes your knees quiver and fall…


You try to cup the mud grains of reality,
But they vanish the moment you pick them…
Dismissing your existence…


You try to walk,
But your legs seemed chained by the invisible hands of past… 


Life warps you 
In alternate presence of silence and scream… 
Congealed emotions diffuse into vicinities  
That shred the workings of a logical brain…


Tied and crucified 
By the weary unfortunate reel of events,

You wish to be born again,
Yet wake up to a dream within a dream…


Of separation bound by interconnected webs of disarrayed visions,
And incapacity to withhold your own being…


Reality fades into the dark cold night,
Stalking shadows imprint their marks on the fogged misted glass,
Muggy vapors consume your thoughts… 


You try breathing incongruently…
Which had been involuntary once…


You await the day of awakening, 
Removal of what your deluded eyes see…


Yet the light in you fades out to the growing murky stillness…  
Of inactivity and your defused resistance… 


Eyes close once more,
Hoping to wake up to the morning
Of fresh hopes and silent assuring promises…




Sunday 7 August 2011

Brackish fumes of self creation

Gazing out of her bedroom window,
Into the azure horizon…
She smiles her comforting smile,
Even though her eyes cry out sad tears…
Of emptiness and betrayal…


She is amazed by the nature caressing her into its care,
And regrets her ungratefulness to living : only marred by some mortals…


The sun always shines,
Waking up to a new morning of fresh beginning
But her days seemed entangled into past and wearied expectations…
The wind always sings its song,
But her ears were too deafened by her own screams….


In the beset of unchanging melodies sung,
Her eyes were blinded by her own ruffled uncertainties… 


Of self woven dreams fluttering to grow into reality,
Slashed by mocking chains of truth….


Caught up in her self-made maze 
Her roots flung away 
Till she sat down,
Lost…
Lost in her making up of life…

She cried out to the night of growing despair,
With burning wounds that spoke of past…. 
Trying to blame images of mortals that disappeared into thin air of transience…
She howled and wailed with pain, anger and grief…
To the gruesome darkness of hopelessness… 
Till she exhausted herself out….


And slept into the arms of the silent old tree….


That, which spoke to her in her dreams 
That, which took her into the ethereal world of purposeful living…

Of contentment within oneself 
And in no other masked being…
Wherein lay peace,
Calming her restless soul…

Of seeing life without paradigms or prejudices 
Without trivial expectations…

For life spoke of much more 
Than the selfish existence…

More than the mortal’s stay of momentary pleasures 
Or unending grief….
More than self inflicted misery…
More than the delusional world 
Of materialistic lust…
More than the self pumped ego
That lies insignificant when viewed in the cosmic scale…
More than just simple existence….


Rather “living” …. 
Living every passing moment in gratitude…
Cherishing moments of happiness,
Like dew drops in misty morning…
Living life painted with rhythms of joyous times 
And erased blackholes of grief…


To live and let live….