Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Innocence uprooted

Gorgeous green patch,
Sometimes barren brown,
Or even the rooftops,
All alive with
Glimpse of childhood
Scuttling away,
On tiny feet.
Innocent banter,
Soccer and rumpus,
A catch here,
A goal there,
One life down,
Two more to spare,
Soaring kites,
Scaling skies,
Evening gathered,
And so did life
In these little niches
Now remembered
With fervor
And
Even a tinge of gratitude.
The patches stand silent today,
Forgotten, blanked out.
Favored
Only by flocks
Of thoroughbreds of air.
Nonage now prefers
Sophisticated gadgetry
To bruised knees.
Who ever thought
That
Technology
Would come to
Pluck out
The very childhood.

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Friday, November 22, 2013

Stay analysis

Stay!
The thought struggled.
And stayed;
Never expressed.
Stay!
Prompted in psychology experiment.
The most charming word
In a friend’s vocabulary.
Stay!
Easier said than done.
Out of sight is out of mind.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Azure skies can wait

Once in a purple moon,
The God retires.
Takes a break,
And goes on vacation.
The prayers go unanswered.
Dreams fade.
Miracles become bedtime stories.
And then,
When you walk on wet sands
You don’t look up to the azure skies.
The extraordinary does not happen.
Or perhaps it does;
Given that He has His share of oddities.
Its just that
We fail to comprehend
What he is up-to.
Good thing is that
His establishment
Doesn’t sanction His LFC all that often.
Oh but when it does,
Well!
Happy Holidays, God!
Azure skies shall have to wait
For
Your return.

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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Companion Thought

Living evermore
Until
Its
Icy hands
Begin to probe,
Find flaws
And break us.
Reverent,
Bowed,
Awed,
By this hide and seek
Of
Comrades.
Death
Strikes
Companion
Thought
On life.
And
Vice versa.

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Friday, November 8, 2013

Hungry Soul

Tattered clothes;
Thin wrinkled skin,
Wrapped around bones;
Shaking hands;
Torn slippers;
I reach your door.
I am shunned;
Ostracized;
And hungry.
I knock your door.
For care and courtesy.

I am God.