Show me thy way, my beloved,
Invite me into thy sentiments,
For I come to grow my affections
And to erase the furrowed brow.
Tender as the touch of a new born
Thy warmth couples into my soul;
A treasure spoken of by all
Hath laid its fate upon my palms.
Seek me in thy tuned heart
Hear the extent of my melody.
Strings await their pleasured touch
To resonate the growing intensity.
Venturing into untamed lands
Love shall spark our True Romance.
Monday, February 23, 2009
A Distant Echo
The moving finger writes
to the strange versions of
the newly written past.
Sailing to the stars, away
from the mists of the Earth
Like an ethereal phanthasma
awakening the seeded dreams-
A thirst to rule the conscience
and the appendages of life
seems to be the breathing motive.
Amidst the confusion arises
a caravan of stray thoughts
leading into unknown territories.
A want to explore the path
flames within this seeker
to the peak of an inferno.
I float into this temptation
reaching for the zenith
awaiting my turn...to fulfil my wish
to the strange versions of
the newly written past.
Sailing to the stars, away
from the mists of the Earth
Like an ethereal phanthasma
awakening the seeded dreams-
A thirst to rule the conscience
and the appendages of life
seems to be the breathing motive.
Amidst the confusion arises
a caravan of stray thoughts
leading into unknown territories.
A want to explore the path
flames within this seeker
to the peak of an inferno.
I float into this temptation
reaching for the zenith
awaiting my turn...to fulfil my wish
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Paranoia
Time has crossed past endurance
into darkened showers of pain
The leaves lay dead to mock
the beauty of the autumn chill
Books gather dust, with quills broken
Shards of glass, shattered to pieces
share fates with my bleeding womb
Alas I weep to the broken reflections.
Must I burden this swamp to
to hear voices into the night?
Separated from the beating love
i drown in calm tempests
A wish I plea to bargain with him
Born to live, may silence be heard.
into darkened showers of pain
The leaves lay dead to mock
the beauty of the autumn chill
Books gather dust, with quills broken
Shards of glass, shattered to pieces
share fates with my bleeding womb
Alas I weep to the broken reflections.
Must I burden this swamp to
to hear voices into the night?
Separated from the beating love
i drown in calm tempests
A wish I plea to bargain with him
Born to live, may silence be heard.
Confession
Thou art the true master of life
born from the deep realms of heaven
Thy beauty pledges me to wing
my caged fears and dream
with a child’s bliss and innocent wonder.
Will thou wish to dwell upon
this warren with a beating heart
that sings to merge with thy rhythm?
Like a charmer to his serpent, thy spell
is cast upon me as I dance to thy tune
Bear with me – for thy presence
is my essence of existence.
If this be fantasy, then I a mirage
For I breathe to drown in thee…forever.
born from the deep realms of heaven
Thy beauty pledges me to wing
my caged fears and dream
with a child’s bliss and innocent wonder.
Will thou wish to dwell upon
this warren with a beating heart
that sings to merge with thy rhythm?
Like a charmer to his serpent, thy spell
is cast upon me as I dance to thy tune
Bear with me – for thy presence
is my essence of existence.
If this be fantasy, then I a mirage
For I breathe to drown in thee…forever.
Friday, February 20, 2009
India... I Bleed For Thee
The first time i set foot
on the sacred Indian mud,
I had no fancy items to trade
no business with an MNC company
no experience to fill my resume.
It was a dream run loose
inside my head,like a wild mustang
on the evergreen texan landscapes-
to do something for my country...
An orphaned couple abandoned,
With my sister on my hip, i travel
barefoot on the blessed streets
vibrating to the buzz of activity.
It felt so right to be here,
so safe for my sister to grow
into a strong Bharatiya Nari,
A dream often seen by a mother
which i replace without guilt.
Little did i know my fate
was as cursed as the rabid dogs
of the construction site.
Thirst taking a toll upon
my young little companion,
i searched for a spot to beg
a small drop of water from
the very busy streets of Mumbai.
India, being a land of variety
often attracts juvenile minds
to its ecstatic wonders...
And so, while i was busy with
the errand burdened on my shoulders,
I fail to see two young men
with heavy baggage and long strides
pass me with blunt ignorance.
A rotund object did attract attention
that seemed to be most presciously held.
Like a bolt of lightening, it was released,
finally delivering it to the destination.
Another roadside prank,i carelessly thought
until i saw, with these very own eyes
the impact of the act that led to devastation.
The masquerade of mumbaikers
turned into a heap of bloody corpses
Lifeless as never before.
Even at a distance, i lie in shock,
paralysed to see the aftermath
that took a toll on the innocent.
My lungs ceased to take in air
as i find my sister on the floor
crimsoned, burned, ashed at places,
her hair turned to thin air;
she fought to keep her
4year old body alive,
fighting to awaken from this nightmare...
Terror struck to the roots
God doesn't seem to pay attention
to the slowly escaping gasps
from her wounded bosom.
With prayers whispered aloud,
I hold her in my sooted arms
asking for a miracle to happen.
I remember, her very last breathe,
her very last words that spoke
the universal truth...
'Why me, akka?'she said,
and parted with me, forever alone.
A mother's anguish surfaces
to flame the world with her loss
How long will it taketo get a safer world?
How long must we suffer till we can promise
our futures a safe journey ahead?
Politics, religion, cast,does this matter?
Isnt it enough that we areblessed as humans?
Why colourthe world with petty vengeance?
Today i stand to claim my rights,
for my dearly departed sibling
and to all the lost lives.
Neither a Hindu, nor a Muslim
Nor a Christian, nor a Sikh...
What do these words mean to me?
Above all, I am an Indian...
A beggar, full of pride
And all i beg is for mercy...
Save us from this mutiny!
Save us from this tyranny!
Save us!
on the sacred Indian mud,
I had no fancy items to trade
no business with an MNC company
no experience to fill my resume.
It was a dream run loose
inside my head,like a wild mustang
on the evergreen texan landscapes-
to do something for my country...
An orphaned couple abandoned,
With my sister on my hip, i travel
barefoot on the blessed streets
vibrating to the buzz of activity.
It felt so right to be here,
so safe for my sister to grow
into a strong Bharatiya Nari,
A dream often seen by a mother
which i replace without guilt.
Little did i know my fate
was as cursed as the rabid dogs
of the construction site.
Thirst taking a toll upon
my young little companion,
i searched for a spot to beg
a small drop of water from
the very busy streets of Mumbai.
India, being a land of variety
often attracts juvenile minds
to its ecstatic wonders...
And so, while i was busy with
the errand burdened on my shoulders,
I fail to see two young men
with heavy baggage and long strides
pass me with blunt ignorance.
A rotund object did attract attention
that seemed to be most presciously held.
Like a bolt of lightening, it was released,
finally delivering it to the destination.
Another roadside prank,i carelessly thought
until i saw, with these very own eyes
the impact of the act that led to devastation.
The masquerade of mumbaikers
turned into a heap of bloody corpses
Lifeless as never before.
Even at a distance, i lie in shock,
paralysed to see the aftermath
that took a toll on the innocent.
My lungs ceased to take in air
as i find my sister on the floor
crimsoned, burned, ashed at places,
her hair turned to thin air;
she fought to keep her
4year old body alive,
fighting to awaken from this nightmare...
Terror struck to the roots
God doesn't seem to pay attention
to the slowly escaping gasps
from her wounded bosom.
With prayers whispered aloud,
I hold her in my sooted arms
asking for a miracle to happen.
I remember, her very last breathe,
her very last words that spoke
the universal truth...
'Why me, akka?'she said,
and parted with me, forever alone.
A mother's anguish surfaces
to flame the world with her loss
How long will it taketo get a safer world?
How long must we suffer till we can promise
our futures a safe journey ahead?
Politics, religion, cast,does this matter?
Isnt it enough that we areblessed as humans?
Why colourthe world with petty vengeance?
Today i stand to claim my rights,
for my dearly departed sibling
and to all the lost lives.
Neither a Hindu, nor a Muslim
Nor a Christian, nor a Sikh...
What do these words mean to me?
Above all, I am an Indian...
A beggar, full of pride
And all i beg is for mercy...
Save us from this mutiny!
Save us from this tyranny!
Save us!
Beginning...
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