March 19, 2008

Dreaming the Dreams

(A continuation to 'Waving the Dreams Away'. Previously credited under the title 'Lines of Dreams, Depression and Rain'.)


Soon I got into some dreams,

As the rainfall patted me to sleep

With its soothing fingers

Amidst those olden dark cold nights.


I dreamt to brood then,

Hugging the chill within a nest

Built on a tree branch at a valley

Where no rainfall comes.


That was a time, unlike from

These nasty days,

When the Goddess Prakriti

Blesses me with full of sleeps and dreams.





Cursed are these days,

When not a night is kind enough

To give me some peaceful sleep
or
To show some wondrous dreams

Even in these wet rainy days.


The tiresome long nights

Might have forgotten

To see dreams.


There was the childhood, once

Got in to the depths of my thoughts

Usually to dance graceful, and

None of such things does

Care about peeping my thoughts

Nowadays!


The past seems forgotten, and

The dreadful black granite tower too

Shrouds itself inside the clouds of
Forgetfulness.

March 15, 2008

Rhyming the Time

(Previously credited under the title 'Some Dejected Thoughts')

As every night draws in
For a new morning,
As every dream blooms
To form a reality,

As the Spring falls down

For a new season, and

As pretty foreheads

Begin to put up with wrinkles,

Says the Life,

‘The Time passes...’

Actually, the time passes through

Every fragment of life,

Every thought, and through

Every enjoyment…

In the expectation for the next moment,

And in the sweet memories of the past!!


The time does not give

Any loss or any dream.

Life is just a fantasy!


Dreams are bloomed in expectations!

The time is enjoyed in the

Richness of Life!!

It is usually the smiling faces

That make time under the

Clouds of forgetfulness.


One will think

It is the truth

And it is the whole!!

And there is no ‘next moment’ (Some only)


But everything will go by
Making the spectators all fools!!


Then the consciousness whispers,

The past was better!!

But the truth is far away from these

Presuppositions!!

The past was never so good, but

It was for the good!!



One’s dream is not for the other!

One’s best companion is his own dreams!!

His hopes and wishes!!


The fascinating wishes has its appeal
Till its fulfillments only.

After the fulfillment,

The wishes will get thrown

To the past,

And will become a loss.

March 11, 2008

Ah! Poetry

The heavy dark clouds droop above
Stand for the sadness,
Cumbersome...

And hefty...


Beneath...
The ocean of ideas

In its violent tumult!!

And on the shore...

Stands the darkened tall tower

Erected by the thoughts.


A blend of colours,

The shade of black and white,

A total diffusion of darkness,

And the tumultuous uproar of violent waves.


I came this shore before a long time.

Might be immemorial,

Could have picked up some
Pearls and oysters,
From the depths unlit.

That time my collection had

Some black pebbles too...
Naturally...


For the second time,

What if I cross the ocean once again?

To try my luck,

To see the curiosities ahead,

In the midst of waves.

What if my new wealth this time

Constitute some stones precious...


No! The ocean,

The mighty home of dreams...

I won’t let myself ever go
From your grasp on my wishes,

And on my thoughts!!!


March 03, 2008

My First Love Song

(Inspired by the picture beneath)

There hangs loosely on the wall
A picture titled ‘Romantic’,
A picture of a wooden path
With scarlet flowers scattered
On the black wooden tracks,
And crimson trees flourished
On both sides!!
A heavenly path…!!!

It extends to an infinity
Set in the middle of the canvas.
Romantic, as it called
And is full of lovingness.

Paths in general
Are of differences,
Path can be adventurous,
Tiresome,
Heavenly,
Melancholic,
Gruesome
And romantic.
This path is Romantic.

Is it the path through which a loving couple,
Who sought colourful dreams
Strode hand-in-hand days before??

March 01, 2008

Elegiac Memoirs on the Childhood


(Previously credited under the titles 'The infancy-made forsaken structure' and ‘The Valley where dreams danced once’.)
A huge black tower
Sculpted and Storied manifold
Stood there once pyramid-like
In a shrouded plane
Shadowed by the steep mountain ahead
Encircled by trees and meadows,
And by black rocky lands.
Built by imaginations,
By dreams,
And by innocence,
This tower stood gallantly
Facing the sky atop.

On the upper floor
We born
Three children,
When stories, joy and
Intimacy ruled.

We went matured
As the time passes
And the small room became too small
For us three.
So she went downstairs
And she didn’t back,
Though we called her.

When her memories came
We began to search her
Beginning from the downstairs
With the desire to see her
And we left broken hearted
In the new room alone, where,
Brightness just peeped,
Spiders cobwebbed
And butterflies unnoticed.

We thought for sometime about her,
Our elder sister
And realized what happened.
She might have gone further
Too downstairs..
Our old floor diminished
In our memories.
We thought it as a dream,
A memory and a wonder,
And one, which exists too far
Faraway in the woods..

We witnessed our own dreams
Touching new horizons
We saw imaginations coming
And giving bows to both of us
We hugged them and smiled
With cheer, with surprise
And with bumping hearts!!


We moved to further
Downwards
And darkness…
As the time passes!!
In some nights amidst some sleeps
I was knocked by some broken dreams
Remembering the olden places
Where I lived and abandoned mercilessly!!
Final days of longtime boredom,
Waiting in impatience,
We were in the last floor.
Nothing could be seen around,
Even ourselves,
As it was darkness filled.
Agitating boredom,
We were searching for a peephole
To outside,
To light…
The smarter one found the door first,
And she said,
“’Tis the way,
Brother, you too come along,
Sister must be waiting”.
And she didn’t wait further.

I saw an open door
Where sunrays sank in.
Moments of hesitation,
I felt tears in my eyes,
Whether to go or to stay there,
I loved being a child
Loved to live cares free
In any of the stories.

One moment’s vigour
Made me to jump outside,
And I saw light everywhere
Green everywhere
And smiles too…
I saw the dimness of light,
Paleness of green,
Tremors in the songs
And the wickedness in smiles,
Artificial…
Where I found my sisters
They smiled…
I saw strangeness in their smiles,
It was not a smile,
And was the straightening of lips
In which the charm of intimacy was absent.

Fake appearance was everywhere
It was a fight between
The virtue and vice,
Strange sophistication caused by the internal fights
Suffocated me almost to death.

For the second time,
I saw my sisters again,
Remembering the old tower
And its premises,
Where we born and grown up,
I said my sisters,
‘Come, let’s go home’.

But they seem not remembering,
And they said,
‘No, there is no such a place,
Not a tower, and brother,
You must be dreaming’.

But I didn’t give up
‘Coz, there was an alarming memory
Still flourished in my thoughts,
Which consisted an olden temptation
That made me to jump
Through an open door,
A dream like one.


I was all alone,
I loved to be in somewhere,
Where I lived cares free,
Where the darkness was veiled
And the light peeped through tiny holes,
Where melodies overheard,
And tales being told,
Where intimacy dominated,
And Innocence ruled,
And where April collected the dry flowers
And December dispersed the chillness of wind.
‘The Nostalgia’..
The old valley,
Where dreams danced once,
The huge black tower,
Where light rays emptied the gloom,
I searched everywhere.

There at a distance,
Stood the tower
With all its majesty and charm
Over a queue of trees and mountains
Touching the sky atop
Surrounded by hills and meadows
And by black rocky lands.

I realized the tower with an alarm,
The infancy-made forsaken structure
The great grand one..
I approached it,
Laming,
And barefooted,
Tramping the thorns and bushes.

The small door on the base
Was kept open still
Same as we left it last time.
Panting and agitated
I tried to re-enter it,
But all in vain,
The door was too small.

I smelled the failure,
The same door gave me the way out.
But at that time
I was just a little boy.

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