SWEET SILENCE

Silencing my mind inspite of the chaos
I ramble aimlessly.
Feeling weak in heart
I ramble aimlessly.

Thousands of questions cross my mind
Doubts entangle me in
painful thoughts.

I want silence.
The sweetness of tranquility
like the midnights of a faraway country.

The silent humming of the breeze...

Oh! How I wish to chase butterflies
like I did in those afternoons
of the past
Oh! How I wish to tread among fireflies
like I did in those quiet evenings
of the past
Oh! How I wish to fly away
to some faraway corner
Away from the world I know!

Tonight
I silence my mind
rambling aimlessly
Inspite of the chaos all around.

REPOSE

Smoothened by the gushes, the boulders shine. The crystal-clear water reflects its smooth pebble-bed. She sits by the edge with her babies resting under the warm winter sun. The rivulet flows through a wood with eucalyptus trees standing high, wild flowers in bloom here and there.
The mother leads her brood, forming ripples as they swim. After spending a good time, they come out of the stream, their feathered bodies shivering. Fluttering their tiny wings, they let the droplets fly about and dry themselves up in the golden sun.

It is the favorite time of the day, for the duck and her ducklings. J

A STARRY HAZE

Standing beneath the twinkling galaxy

I wonder, if ever I would be myself again

The moonbeams dance on the rocky surface

In all its glory, being sarcastic, for I

How happily wanted to live life.

The sun has sunk swiftly over my silver head,

My lenses cannot retain the sunshine

that my eyes sparkled with,

My fingers too frozen to nimble.

I cannot forget the broken vows

I still remember the vermilion that shone

on her, meaning mine

And still wonder if she would ever

Come back to me again.

She made me complete, she made me happy

And left me alone standing in a whirlwind;

Arrogant soulmate she is mine

And my love, too weak to save her feeble heart.

Oh my beloved!

Thy soul still plays with my heart

That longs for thee,

Thy sweet breath still lingers

In the air around me

Oh my dearest!

I, how happily wanted to live with you

While you only stare and smile

From the star-studded sky

That shimmers above me. 

MY OWN LAND OF ‘LUIT’

In a partly shadowy shade, under the banyan

A banyan very old, aged through the ages,

A shade swept clean by the breeze

Old and familiar

In my own land,the land of Luit,

I dream myself sitting.

Even in loneliness, there's a sweetness

Even in aching days, there's an ache

that passes not through my head

In my own land, the land of Luit.

Days there are lively, with the sun's smile,

zephyr's whisper, kisses of the rain

and butterflies

Dawns there are brightly hued

purple and pink,crimson and blue.

Nights though dark, are darkened quietly

With serenity in the ambiance,

Sweet sleep accompanying the fairy of dreams

Dusk there come with glowworms

Clouds painted purple and pink,

crimson and blue, with love !

This is my land,the land of Luit

I still dream myself sitting

Under the age old banyan

guiding me with it s roots,

sheltering me in its shade,

As i sing songs, write poetry

p.s -Luit is the local name of river Brahmaputra in Assam

I, SUNSET AND MY SOULMATE

Along the beach, at twilight

We walk hand in hand,

As saltwater wash our feet

The seagulls fly above

The azure sky spreads its hues

The reddish sun waves “Goodbye”,

And our footprints remain for a while

Until waves pass by.

We walk hand in hand

In this elegant sunset

To make sweet moments

Of a quiet youth

For me and my soulmate.

CURSED NOSTALGIA II

                                                                                 Trust

                                                                                It was betrayed a few times.

                                                                              Yet, compatibility brought us together.

Understanding

 It flickered.

Like a candle-flame in a windy night.

Yet, happiness brought us closer.

Characters

We were different

Yet, similarities made us friends.

It was a time, a time of joy,

Cooking and eating together,

Listening and singing songs,

Laughing and spending happy moments

And ‘sharing secrets’.

                                                                                Those were the days

                                                                                 When we called each other ‘friends’.

                                                                                   But dark clouds in the heaven

                                                                                   Brought a heavy storm

                                                                                    Hailstorms!

                                                                                 Today, when I look back

                                                                                I can only see

                                                                               A cursed afternoon

                                                                                of violence and tears.

                                                                              A friend existed yesterday,

                                                                               Not today, and not for ever.

CURSED NOSTALGIA I

    “Fly above, far away”

This part of the
dark red corner

  Preserved in my heart.

                                                                         
  Safely settled, it brought
a few happy memories,
  a few sad moments.

                                                                               
 I paint those red roses

 in that corner, white.

And repaint them, black.

Opaque, this corner

Is deemed to be.
 My soul’s light,

  Never to pass through.

    I look behind

      And all I see now, is

      A cursed night of betrayal.

    “Fly above, far away”

    I say, to this little part of
 the soft corner

    preserved in my heart.