A Fine Medley of Poetry

Some sudden temptations are freaky,
Those occasionally make me to write
Like a genuine rush of hopping thoughts
Or like the actualization of dream wishes.
Sometimes I wrote, rhythmically, as a flow,
And at times like a knotted string of words.
But whenever longing for a gush of outpouring,
What I get is the mimicking of known lines.
Sometimes it creates, with unusual clarity
Certain unknown coinages from subconscious
Like a compilation of speckled oval pebbles
Piled up on a blissful shore of waving thoughts.
What thing makes you touched, whatever be
Process them on a pure sheet of white paper
With the genuine tint of heart’s feelings, and
What you get is called ‘a fine medley of poetry’!

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!!!

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Waving the Dreams Away

(Previously Credited under the title "Lines of Dreams Depression and Seasons")

I remember now…
There was a dream I had once
A dream that I boasted about
A dream that connected seasons, rains,
Wetness, trees, winds and the songs.

I dreamt to sing sweet melodies
Being patted by the cool wind
When the mist drops scatter around
From the wet tree branches
On a rainy day..

There was a cold pang of tinted sadness
Piercing my heart
During the fall of summer to winter.

Clutching my heart with its deep roots,
The sadness,
Shook my heartbeats to fall to null
Causing terrible disturbance of my thoughts
During the grayish desks of
The same rainy days.

That was the time,
When I expected the same sadness
To come back
With Scary looks and Empty mind,
With aching heart
And with rusted brain.

……………................................

The imageries vacated,
And the poetic aptitude began to
Suffocate inside me.
And I began to fear a cursed isolation
To give some queer definition
To the ‘uniqueness’.

I am afraid of the same isolation
To dig up some terrible olden pictures
From my memories,
And made them to reflect
In front of my own eye frame.

Dreams become wearisome
And I feel to wave away them
Adieu! Adieu! Adieu
Adieu! the dreamy elves
My farewell to thee all!!!