Sitting
still at my office desk,
I start a
fiddling with my thoughts
As I gulp down
a cup of brewing chaos,
My mind slits
a patch
And it’s all
oozing out today…
The noisy chronicles
of my mind
Your
Trigger, My Sting.
Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Visions of a Forest Dream
A dark canvas with the picture of a withering tree
Its branches melt away into pink and purple hues
Light rays break down into bits of diamonds
The scattered bits mingle with the colours
Colours that dance along the wind like sea waves
Pearl droplets rise from the wet grass
And float in the air like bubbles of dew.
Glowworms lit up the dark alleys of the forest
Like twinkling stars on a maiden's hair
The forest is dark and wild
Its long and twisty roads,
Like the passage to a woman's heart
The deeper you go,
You lose your way
Once you enter her world,
You are never the same again
You lose yourself
To find something new.
The forest is full of sounds and mysteries
She waits for those who seek them...
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Those are my trips...
When I was away, yet here.
My body, mind and soul scattered around the world.
I was listening, or maybe not.
The conversations went on with my hmmms
I was somewhere, yet nowhere in particular
The mind flaps her wings and takes me away.
Being there at two places at the same time,
Those are my trips ...
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Sometimes, I wonder...
Woke up to the call of a dull afternoon,
An afternoon in the plains,
While, my heart yearned for the hills
As I looked outside my window,
A tender fall of a raindrop catches my eye.
Like a scene from a half dreamt dream;
Like a poem in the making,
It speaks…
With a still gaze, I try to soak it all in
The assortment of greens, reds and pinks in my garden,
A solitary white flower blooming in the wind,
Birds chirping one at a time, occasionally joining into a duet
The fading in and out sound of a hovering airplane,
Adding that tint of urban culture to this isolated fancy world of mine…
This single moment,
A union of so many voices;
The coming together of so many stories...
Yes, this ordinary life.
A coexistence of worlds that run in parallel
With or without, our knowing
Sometimes, I wonder…
Don’t you wonder too?
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