MY CHILD

MY CHILD I return thee to your rightful owner, She will fill your eyes with the enigma of the stars. You will learn from her to see art in every leaf You will find tranquility in every drop of rain. Wild beasts will be your playmates. You will be as graceful as the glassy stream. The curls of your raven hair will remind many a sailor of maelstorms Your voice will be as sweet as the rustling of leaves You will find hope in every sunset You will rejoice at every birth and Learn that death is only a platform of new life. You will be as tender as a new blade of grass. Lotus will bloom at night by your radiance You will dance to the beats of thunder The wind will narrate you a hundred tales of distant lands Crickets will sing you lullaby each night. I want you to live my child, I want you to live. I only gave you birth, but Mother Nature will give you life Go, go into her arms and be saved from the insanity in man's world.

Soldiers Of Love

Soldiers Of Love Save your strength my love, bear with me; We will soon reach paradise.. You’ve fought so many battles And with every drop of blood that you shed, I was smitten by Death. All the while I was longing to be with you.. To fight beside you..for you.. But now that I’ve broken my shackles, I will be with you till the end.. Let us heal the wounds of this world; Now rest in my arms, forget all the gore.. Let this be my lullaby. You are safe in my arms. Even if we get lost in the sand dunes of time, Our legacy will continue, the battles shall be won, As long as the heart aches to be whole.

The Whisper

Eyes shut for a thousand years;
All senses numbed, all feelings crushed,
I sit here, waiting for my Maker.
I’m afraid to open my eyes- afraid of the world;
Afraid of the sights that await me-
To which dark temptation will I fall prey?
But a gentle whisper wrings my nerves;
It’s not the Grim’s voice- which I long to hear;
But a sweet murmur, a promise of a better world;
The voice urges me to open my eyes and see the beauty-
Hidden everywhere, but tangible to the groping hands;
Beauty, which overflows in every little deed of Man,
The vilest creature on earth.
The whisper dies away and finally withers;
Alas! I’ve missed my lone chance of salvation;
Will I ever hear that voice again?
I know not and I pray that I don’t:
I don’t want to open my eyes- and see what I’ve become.

Dreams

This is not a very cheery, bright post like the name suggests..So all you people who don't wanna hear bitching & wimpering, please leave..Well, the following poem is one of the most macabre and low grade poems I've ever written..Maybe it's 'cos I'm totally confused about what life is & what I wanna do with mine.And most of all, why am I so fed up with mine that I'm becoming suicidal..The ideas I'm getting are funny and frightening at the same time..Maybe its 'cos I'm heart-broken..not in the sense of love-failure or anything..But like Pearl Buck said,"There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be".

Ode To My Dreams

They died eons ago & left me directionless,
Like a compass without the needle.
My "friends" pushed them to their graves;
Mine are the hands that buried them.
Now that I have no desire, no purpose,
I lead my humdrum existence in silence.
I still bleed from the fatal wound, inflicted by myself.
I'm waiting to become a ghost-a numb spectator of others' miseries.
But my time has not come yet;
I realise I must stay, until everything I hold dear
Meets its untimely death by my brutal hands;
Like my dreams-my victims;
For whom I mourn everyday.

I think I just need to accept the fact that no one dies a virgin-Life fucks all, and just move on and make the most of what I've left..But what must a girl do when everything she builds is undone the next day?Use better cement and mortar I guess..Please, somebody!!Make these voices in my head stop!!

Love

Okay..This is a concept I’m very much confused about, but I’m trying to put down my thoughts anyway.. So if I’m wrong in any respect, just take it as the mumblings of an ignorant, inexperienced fool.

There are different kinds of love-love of a parent, of a sibling, of a friend, of a pet and of your better half.. But I don’t believe in anything called “unconditional love”. Its ‘cos love makes us feel good about ourselves.. Even a mother loves her child because he/she is a part of her being.. Being in love makes everything feel, smell and taste better.. So love is selfish.. The love under discussion here is the kind that exists between two individuals longing to be one.. The most confusing at that I must say. .That kind of love makes you wanna work very hard, to reach your level best because your lover deserves the best he/she can get and he/she makes you want to be a better person..You feel comforted at his presence & it may not be physical, tangible presence..Just a memory, a thought, or a word is enough.. A small comforting word from his part keeps your head above the rough waters & keeps you fighting against the tide. You see god in him..You feel safe and complete when he’s in your life..That person becomes the embodiment of all that is good in this world.. Makes you believe in the goodness left in you…That person is in your prayers, dreams, hopes and you want them in your future..

Many mistake infatuation for love..I feel love is more about the unity of soul rather than of body..But if the other person also feels loved, cared for and comforted in your presence, then it is love of the purest form and physical union acts as a seal of complete surrender to one other..But if the other’s life is better without you, you should get out as quietly as possible and without breaking anything on your way out.. I think that’s the honorable thing to do ‘cos you can still love that person without their knowledge..I’m not preaching stoicism here, but I believe that true love can flourish within you in any circumstances..even separation and unacknowledgement of its presence..Nobody can take that away from you..Men in love know that women are meant to be loved and not understood and women know that with men, the good comes with the bad and vice versa and you have to make the best of both..Love is a bridge built by two people that grows stronger with each day and with each passing storm..

I know all this sounds cliché..But I guess until I fall in love and experience the truth, this will be my truth..But as a person who’s reminded about AIDS and gingivitis rather than getting turned on on watching kissing scenes, the chances of me falling in love are slimmer than the latest L.G Flatron T.V..

Open Road

Listening to Bryan Adams, I'm beginning to wish my life was an open road-with no traffic lights or cops or f*@kin assholes getting in my way..I want the wind to brush my hair & the rain to wash me clean..Wanna be surprised at finding a clean restroom at a wayside rest-stop..But it seems I'm always stuck in a traffic jam.
I just wanna ride..Ride with the sun on my face and not worry about which mask to wear tomorrow or about becoming the roadkill..I view friendship as my ride..I don't want the fanciest or the fastest, but something sturdy that'll get me through all the terrains of my life..But it seems whatever I get to ride has very little mileage & I'm too broke to buy more gas..So I'm just gonna wait here, hoping the lights would turn green, that I have enough gas to get me to the next gas station..But I know I'm stuck here forever and gonna waste away alone..