Bamboo Shoots and Flights of fantasies

My aim is to be like the bamboo shoot
So strong in its roots, and so flexible above;
When a Strong wind blows, it bends,
But never breaks.

It gives the strength to wild grass to grow,
Carefree on its roots; around it, enmeshing it.
Little pins and needles seem stuck in my heart;
Bleeding it at inappropriate moments.

The more they push themselves in,
Like a bamboo tree, I shall grow higher;
Reach towards the skies, touch the stars,
WIth stars on each of my fingertips.

I shall see dreams of fairies and love.
Somwhere beyond the horizon,
My dreams will take flight, like birds.
Then this simple rooted thing,
Would have taken flight.
No sudden pangs of heartache,
Will then caress that dream's heart.

dance of life

I want to go dancing tonight—

Maybe on the clear drops of dew,

That the night arrays on the grass.

Under the moonlight when it’s cool and dark

Or maybe on the cobblestones without shoes,

Feel the cool round stones make love to my feet.

Hearing the music of my heartbeats,

As I silently dance the night away.

Or maybe on the beach where the waves hit in ripples.

To the rhythm of the roar of the sea.

Hearing the tap of my moves mark the mighty sea.

Or maybe in the storm when the rain beats fast.

To the changing moods of zephyr and wet with thunder.

Hiding Place

The night burns on and I find no sleep
I turn into the night beginning within myself deep
The burning light within me refuses to ebb
As memories and dreams start to build a web
There is a burning desire within me
To possess, to protect and to guide
But within miserable seconds I begin to slide
Into nightmares begun with screams
With devilish fires burning up my dreams
I need a hiding place from the cruel night
A place which can shelter fantastical flights
The night needs light,bright and scorching
Which will purify the night of its debauchery
A little hiding place where to rest for a while
A place which is free from evilness and guile
I know the night needs the light and it is you
Shelter me in your arms,I will never let it find you.

PS: Been relaxing of late at home while I can before I rush off to a another internship stint in Delhi. Been to Hyderabad recently, didn't quite understand what is their Hyd Biryani all hyped for??It was too spicy for my taste buds, any of you like it? Lemme know why.

Entwined

The little waif checks her image in the mirror a little nervously

She starts walking up the rickety stairs slowly, softly, surreptitiously!

As the wooden floor creaks underneath her light weight,high heels.

She rings the door bell, and so sets into motion fortune's wheels.

The long awaited moment has come at last,when she shall be freed.

A nice little bargain she had struck with the man who had the greed.

The greed for flesh and lust for love entwined.

With no wedding vows nor promises of undying love.

He kissed her lips for he hadn't had enough,then made love.

Gnawing at her slim wrists with a slimmer blade.

Joyous Blood oozed out as turbulent Life began to fade.

She had dreamt of dreams in an unseen heaven,

He found in her lovely corpse his secure haven.

And as her breaths started slowly fading away.

She gave him a white rose for peace to light his way.

He dipped it in her red making it more priceless than a ruby.

She kissed his lips a final time and smiled like a white lily.

He closed her eyes and stuck it in his pocket nonchalantly.

[PS: Nothing personal...Just musings on a random evening]

Perdition

Inhibited Rage fills my mind..

My soul screams for perdition..

Words have stopped...

and I feel trapped..

God please please let me out

--Is all my mind screams.

But there is no divine revelation.

Only blank silences and monologues

With me as its only audience.

Gibberish words making sense to none

Headless images swirling but doesn't fix on one

Poetry has bid a bloody sweet kiss for a goodbye

And the finer emotions are singing their own lullaby

Life has become an euphemism for a senseless rout

As I try to recover from each nauseated bout

Whats wrong..Whats right..Am i going through puberty?

But thats a laughable option coz I'm twenty!

Blankness eats away at a part of my soul

Redemption would come only with something novel

A little piece of heaven is what everyone wants

I want the chaotic Pandemonium of Perdition

For there this rage would be released from its inhibition

And I would pass onto the hellish heaven of mine

Silver Moondrop

A silver moondrop shines on my nose.
I reach out to feel it before it goes.
A thing of beauty,of silver joy forever.
Enchants me to hide it,to show never.
I place it gently on a finger and run.
To show him the moondrop,share the fun.
Place the drop on his forehead, it trickles down.
Runs along his brows,smoothens his frown.
Disappears into his lashes,i cry:i was the keeper!
Slowly he stirs awake,opens his peeper.
Lo and behold!!My moondrops not one but two.
And in the eyes which I forever knew.
Its my own moondrop,it shall stay forever with me.
And I'll treasure it's wonder, enchantment and ethereal beauty.

Stepping into the Silver...

I sit before the mirror wondering about life.
And wondering about how many people did so before.
If only things could speak and my mirror could talk to me.
For before being mine,it sure belonged to someone else.
I wish I could merge with the silver of the surface.
And see what went went on before.
Now I try to see in my mind's eye what I want to see.
I see a beautiful lady combing out her hair.
Black silky hair hair flows as she sits on her chair.
And who's that behind her lovingly caressing her tresses.
A stolen kiss and a lovely smile are remnants of that moment.
Some other times I see a little child crying out her eyes.
Talking to herself and trying to console all her fears.
And then I realize I'm not wanted here.
I'm encroaching into someone's life,
An uninvited guest peeping into restricted territory!
I wouldn't appreciate if some else did the same.
So I bid my adieu and tell them to forget my name.



Here's another one based on the mirror theme..I hope I get over it soon..or else my blogs going to be under a "silvery deluge"..lols