You could desist from thoughts I make Beseech the rain to hit my body So that it could wash away the sadness And those mud splashes beset me, Refrain from callous weeping of wind Avid listen to your syllables, That made me swing in the shrill of vowels, Like the ingots you smuggled And casks of wine you drank Foremost stealth of your beauty Pallid faces of flowers, As they die in rain, For yesterday’s rain swamped earth, You sprang out of bed with a yelp Every night with an incomplete dream Prudence of being a human.
Like the shimmering water of the sea Mind is a desolate place Where wrath of flowers bloom. I reiterate the same poems in my diary While muffled croaks Of night owl filled the room. Room was used to blubbering of rain Since countenance of poem Seemed vague. Giving them smell of my skin, Words sauntered into pages, Like life levied upon me. Curtains of my window Were draped meticulously, White patches all around. With an eerie sense I slept, And the storm was inexorable. I could see a glint of light From neighbours window, The storm bellowed outside With a heavy hit on the window As I knew her before, Because she was with me We shared bed since childhood, Though I snug under the blanket Like I never wanted to hear her.
Felt your smell That roves like a flower, En route I came to a stop When I see blue flowers Coated with mist You were smothered in the snow As winter was alone, You went with them And left me alone, In the contours of day I laid on mud, motionless Waiting for you To embrace me As the boat kisses the shore. You left behind village moon And started loving city stars But I never forget That days we played Hide and seek And you went seeking in city Endured collecting shells And throwing them back To the bottom of sea You were never tired Of rendition I thought, you were astray And squall on shore. You left behind the lillies too, Failed to remember the syllables too.
You are forlorn To sit on a wharf And feel the cold water Below your feet So you pace up The lofty mountain With the fleeting view of river Each time when you run To conquer the pace. Nature in her repose Slept with tiredness To your outre So like was the petals To that of the leaves, And you forgot it was autumn. You’re not averse to The secrecy of nature, She showed deprecate each time When It rained To trust us With her magics.
When words stand between a woman and her world, The world never seems to be the real world, Sometimes we repent for the words we write And they remind us of our belongings, As the flower in the crevice Stopping sorely blowing breezes. Feeling incongruous with the people around her, She watches sunset, lets go of everything, Light, the day and utmost her sun. Sagacity of life has given her choices And deep thoughts about the thirst of love, She stays calm like the sea before storm, Imploring the chaos to pass End up seldom finding amiss, She describes the peace of mind in subtle ways, For the mind palace of hallucinations That Let her into slumber, Forever.
I dispatch the letters, To my brother every Friday morning. Never had great feat of love From my brother, I knew he loved to read letters, So I write every friday or the other day If I could And I stayed nonchalant for rest of the day When I heard from him. I used to enumerate stories to him, Of ghosts that made our wishes true When he was small, But things change with time, When children grew up, They forget to love or share. I detained most of my words, Still I wrote my worries, For he never replied, Because silence was doing better, A souvenir of brotherhood, My letters.
I was vehemently approaching the art, Mind was transcendent and unapproachable Profusion of flower scent around me Floated like the wreath from a ship, I looked at the prosaic roots cling into mud, Afternoon seemed like dreary evening Wind blew fervently around dainty leaves Poems always sobered me, I was staring at the water in the river, Mused by the way it ran across mountains, Clouds drooped like a mother’s cry for child, Stars like Splotches, glimmered through Murky clouds like a thoroughfare between them, With an eerie sense I detained myself Petty memories across my mind I was late for rendezvous with life Still it accosted me at right time.
One day I Placed a bookmark On the page I left to write, It was friday And I forgot to write. I remember it was a novel, With the story of untameable love, Usually it is a habit To forget things When mind is glued with body. I was endowed with words Who relish their company Like a Stagnated river, Or a riveted glacier. Often they are abstruse Like the obscure clouds I like to live with my intricate thoughts Which give me mental exaltation. I abhorred all noises And listened to the elopement of birds, They cried loud, Tinged with warmth of sunlight. While tampering new world, You need to revel with love Unless you should learn forget things, Especially the similes of your words.
On this Mother’s day I thought of sharing a notion. Being a woman I always wondered why a mother has this much importance in this world. We can choose to be a mother or not. Unfortunately this drawing helped me to think about this. This is a drawing of a child and a mother. It’s simple to analyze it this way. When I saw this drawing, I don’t know why I had this feeling, But I found myself inside this drawing. I felt the warmth and tenderness of a child in my arms. I am not a mother. Still I felt the child. I perceived that it is not necessary for a woman to carry a foetus in her womb and experience the motherhood. Finally I found the mother inside me. I want her to conquer this world with love.. A few lines for her..
I wish to sleep in your arms,
Lift me up, when I struggle
Pierce my darkness, When I am blinded
Teach me to build my garden of goodness
Ignite me with light, Inculcate me with love
I am a piece of your womb, scavenge me….