Reminiscences


I look back
into my being
and
there you seem,
still submerged
and
a sole entity
floating

Before the avenues
unseen emerged
we had
together
undoubtedly
converged

Far away
from the
marauding
spleen of fate
Into the
conquesting
harvest
that this
mind enrages

The crude truths
break
my dreamy strides
just
as the time
seems right
In search again
for
an apostle of
light


Through
night and day
I'm stumbling
into
oodles of
feelings
melting my spirit
to clay..

Is this different
from what I saw
in my dreams
last night?
I fought with myself
to let
these remnants
further my aide

I hope then, I still do
As random thoughts
too vivid
sometimes
hush in through
half whisked eyes

Blanketing
faith insipidly
despite
my
mourning
and sighs

An end is never nearer
when dreariness
is bulging
from
anonymity
of goodbye's

The wait until
soon, is over
The somehow
of causality,
to see through
the
meanings seems
hard again

Abrupted, my journey
few li'l
twinkling strides ..

Flush my memory
clean with the
fresh drop of
dew ..

I'm reminiscencing ..
for one sorrow
thats hard to face,
the remembrance
of
happy days ..!

Nothingness ..


The last 60 seconds
What do you ascribe?

The memories
and reveries
or the
missing vision
soon to be blurred from
the pretty eyes?

The delegation
is on the way,
the wait is momentary
the journey is
all through the way
and
it comes now
to you
an as it
does to many
along the way

The channels
of light
are bleak
and the
cages
are seemingly
clasping the breath,
your domain

No more movement
Silence is what
of this
fracas,
now remain

You still
have
all my years,
The captive,
secret of the
tears

With my eyes
stitched
I let you guide
my days
and light
my ways
till the end
meets dawn

You precede
egging me on ..

Newer ways
enter
my grace
I remain
hindered
for
the absent place

I'm feeling up inside
its time, I open
up wide
and see through ...

The blink
and miss
blur
is all
I have to undo ..

Drive ..

On the way,
where
hardly a moment
alone ..
I had spent

Distracted and thoughtful
I discovered
a glimpse of purpose
in your eyes

The vision of truth
in
all my lies
and a
sense of victory
that would
send me
to myself alive

I drove down deep
and
resting my silence
in the wake
of my wishes
the pages of my memory
began to speak

I woke myself up,
from
the long sleep
fighting
within and outside
I surged to reside
within your reach

Yesterday,
before
the ice went grey,
loomed large
the fear of it all
falling away

And
till it happened
I never did realize
driving down
a one-way street
intoxicated with life
heading
for
a sublimation of death

I raised
my chances, to survive
and
wished to part
the never ending why's

I wish my
misery, luck
as
I brace for another ride

A traveler's death
is never
the journey's goodbye
nor is it the bend
of the road

When I glide
firm footed on the road
I still sense
the feeling of depth
within my sighs
and
sand still fresh
smudged timelessly
in my feet

A passage full of light
I wish, but to bring back
where
I let myself decide

The days of glory
out and away
from the grasp
of searching eyes
we melted away
into idiosyncratic identities
hidden
from the

The beaten track
before me
is a common way,
for all those
long-lost
and
driving home today . . .

A circle of reasons ..


Winter amidst sunshine
and a cold feeling
of shady regions

Like a
lost traveler
searching for hope
under
a barren tree
smudged with dust
and tied to cope
the faltering
freckles
on its scales

With shortage
of sunshine,
wasted is
the melting rain
Lack of surety
and
possession of skills
is hardly a
way to fame

A few passing
memories
and a slew
of unwarranted
confrontations

Life, a tryst
amidst
all that lived
and recollected

In the meaning
and the truth,
betrayed is the
mirth of good

Amidst the destiny
of light years
of the rising sun,
never
has the fading night
forgot to spun

The blanket
of darkness
on the windswept earth
every periphery
illumined
with the glow
of
a faded birth
the expanding girth

The nameless
shapes
in the alien
arc,
bordering on the perils
of insanity
diffusing the spark

the round and round
paths
cut the piece,
an evil divide
My Omnibus,
headed into oblivion

Impractical, abstract
thoughtful and speechless ..
my effigy
from the forlorns

come out alive!

The closest feeling
of comfort
and the loneliest feeling
of disdain ..
The lasting nonchalance
of your presence
and the picture
of truth in the eyes

Appreciate your concern
yet
cant abide the logic
nor can I keep
inhibiting
this tavern

I wish inane to this
feeling one day
my life would brew,
to no one ever
any semblance, anymore
accrue

Silence doesn't mend
what words break
but it breaks
what words can't mend too ..

And you know
what becomes
is all, that is
true

Satiety is not
meant for the heart,
possessiveness
of an overbearing love
and affection of a blind kind

How long would you
have to walk to find?
What we leave, is right behind

And all that remains
is yet strangely special too
Like a messed up equation
on a crumbled sheet of paper
twisted, turned and tumbled
out of view ..

Tired of rhyming words
that despise me insane
of occupancy amidst
claustrophobia of strangers,
who are all occults of
a waiting death of dream
that was once true

Hiding behind a smile
is all that remains ..
The unchained melody
that resonates,
no more beckons
to be reclaimed ...

Into the air ..


Breathe,
blue sky
is catching up

misty eyed
galloping sight

When it began
it was initiated
right

when it swam
the surface
encapsuled
the living daylights

the thoughts
processed within
never could it
obey
chased it to grey

Into thin air
is essence
of everything
seemingly
light

Turned blue
has everything
shadowed by black,
baked to sunlight

the distant skies
and my book
of dreams

the white clouds
and
my thoughtless
schemes

The bloated ink marks
that painfully
obey

the blank babble
of absymality
not going away ...

Passages ..


We once began
and
made a book
We filled the pages
with
laughter,
stories
and sometimes
even tears ..
Some pages
had pictures
of moments,
when words were
thoughts guarded dear
when silence and a glimpse
meant closeness
far above this .. near
Some confrontations
and
inhibitions
apart,
few abrupt passages
we wrote
that went straight
to the heart
Some enacted emotions
and
deep distant fear
moments of unbelonging,
written
in crimson
playful memory,
holds them dear
The pages
that once began,
we never thought
would get old ..
the sketches of affection
would get burdened
in blue ..
Stories that
we wrote were
of a different kind
stories of feelings
undefined and sublime,
understood in moments
best summarized
by today
The pages had sounds
of moments
ringing,
in pearly laughter
and the assertion
of the solemn cheer,
when directions
made it all so clear ..
The exercises
were difficult
too
every step of the way
I would look upto you
Often the pages had
cliffhangers,
when the ending
would seem near
Holding onto feelings
the book lasted few tears ..
But now the book
is
at its end
Some stories, though
are left untold
Between the stacked
sheets of paper,
some dry rose petals
and
a marigold
Faster than the
days go by
were the moments
filled in the years
that were seconds
of fulfillment
to a lifetime of grey
The book has pages
like these in which
life still unfolds
I promise
hopeful perspective of
incompleteness
will not cease to behold
these stories,
I'll let unfold . . .