An image was forming
amidst the thick vapours
A face emerged
I tried to locate the eyes
but they blended and then faded
A sudden gust of air
washed off the remaining traces
I took another puff
And with all my might
tried to look into her eyes
for one last time
before the night
fades into morning light.



Destined nomads:
tracing faces
in
smoky places
before
sunlight invades
leaving
lasting glimpses

Scribbles from a childhood diary

POST 1
Sun has to set at the end of the day
Every river has to rest in the ocean one day
Every tide has a calm ending
Everything has to cross the earthly bindings
Everything is transitory on this earth
everyone has to perish who has taken birth
So would be one day you and me
mingled in the dust we shall be.

Everytime I visit YOUR house,
something changes inside
and I am scared.

In my place: Part 2

In my place
broken roads still greet you home
transportation can break your bone
No matter wherever you roam

In my place
garbages still litter the streets
coverting the town into a trash bin
But people still move without chagrin

In my place
people still dine in candle lights
stay awake till the morning light
and move around like a lost kite

In my place
people live life damn care
lost in the zigzag maze
life moves in reverse gear

In my place
children with dreams of a wonderland
leave home and never come again
Alas! ditching their own homeland






Note: I love my homeland as much as anyone else but after staying away from her for all these years, I can now see how battered and bruished we all have made her and how she has endured all these over the years. When I was entering my place, I had the feeling of a long lost son, who was once again coming back to his mother and hence the first poem, i,e Part 1 but once I stayed a while and the initial euphoria settled in, I could see vividly what we have done to her and from this realisation was born this part 2. If it hurts anybody's sentiments, please made them vocal and I do apologise for them before hand.

In my place: Part 1

In my place
nothing has changed
the languid breeze still fills the field
and sunlight kisses the mountain range

In my place
the sparrow soars high
adorning the wide blue sky
and the cuckoo sings lullyby

In my place
Ducks still swim in open pond
chirping birds breaks the dawn
and the dancing trees sways along

In my place
in the morning blaze
children of tomorrow run and play
shaping the future with wet clay

Silent Tears

It's too dark inside
I don't want to stay here anymore
I want to taste the glowing light
please set me free, let me offshore

My windows to the world
wide open but still blur
I'm a prisoner of your pain
let me smear over your scar

It's been long time coming
don't let me suffocate and dry
there is a reason in reason itself
nothing is trivial, atleast try

My life is just a moment
I was born to die
Don't push me to immortality
please bid me a final goodbye

Twilight days

I see frail faces
decrepit, delicate and feeble
ravaged by the blades of time
They stand, patient and stable

Thousands of sunshine, they tasted
seen a zillion twilight haze
Now they ruminate over an aging life
And soak themselves in morning blaze

They drag their feet to move
each step closer to the end
They wait to mingle in the dust
As time conspires and pretend

Some of them lived their lives
while some lives lived them
But it all seems a vicious circle
equalised by mortality in the end

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