Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tormented
In the deepest hour
of night,
darkness wakes up the demons
chained within my heart and mind
from their slumber.
They wake up
to torment
and terrorize.
They chase away my sleep.
Punishing me with sleepless nights
for reasons unknown.
Every second weighs like tons,
I carry them on my shoulders.
Like a bonded labour
to unknown destination.
I tremble with fever,
fatigue and pain.
Cold and cough shake me up violently
still they show no mercy.
They watch me drag every moment
with demonic smiles.
My cheeks are wet
don’t know
whether they are tears or sweat
Both taste the same.
I eagerly wait for
the first rays of the Sun
for then
shall my torment end.
When the two demons
shall leave me free
called
Loneliness and Emptiness.
P.S. Due to lack of time am unable to write anything new. So, am publishing one of my earlier posts with a few alterations.
Hope you will enjoy it.
Labels:
loneliness,
night,
pain,
poem
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Mehfil
Naa shama chahiye
Naa parwane chahiye
Bas kuch tute hue dil chahiye
Sama toh yunhi bandh jaata hai.
Jaam ki kya jaroorat
Hum toh gum peete hain
Bas aankhon me todi nami chahiye
Mehfil toh yunhi jam jaati hai.
Friday, January 8, 2010
First Post of the Year 2010 !!
New Year
New Post
New Day
New Life
Yes,
A re-newed life
Coz
Its my B'day.
A quiet B'day
With family, pets, plants and bricks.
I look around
I see
A mound of rubble
Piles of brick
Sand, cement
Broken tiles
Half-built structure
Workers running around.
Hands moving fast
Laying bricks over another.
I wonder
Whats my life like,
Is it?
The half-built structure
Or
A pile of rubble.
I sit
Near the blazing wood
With a mug of coffee
Thinking
Whether my life was lived well
Or did i drag it to the well.
I think
Its 'The' time to ponder
And wonder,
Yonder
Shall i wander.
I ask
What to do?
What is the value of my life?
What is my 'karma' for which i was born?
I hear
Someone calling
From far.
The burning wood breathes its last
I sip the last drop from my cup
And stand up
To go
The call gets louder.
I realise
As i wake up from my reverie.
Its my mother
Calling me
To supervise the laboureres.
This is what i had written on New Year day but i couldn't post it that day as i didn't have access to the internet. So, am posting it now with a few modifications. Its a bit juvenile but couldn't help getting poetic so am putting it in its original form rather than go prosaic. New Year is always special for me because its my birthday. I wanted to be at home on my birthday with my parents and luckily my work gave me enough reasons to stop at my hometown which otherwise would have been difficult though i was travelling all around. I am happy to watch my house slowly rise into a dream house from an undefined structure. It is still under construction so, it was fun instructing and assisting the labourers. I enjoyed interacting with the head mason, he was so receptive and creative. He may not be literate but he had plenty of ideas which were impressive. Its sad that very often we treat the illiterate or the labour class as valueless and label them as dumb.
I was sitting outside and looking at the structure fondly when i wrote this so called poem. Being home itself was a treat for me. I like my birthday to be quiet and generally i become reflective and tend to take a stock of my life lived so far. I wonder what is life all about and what it's true worth. It puzzles me each moment. as the drama of life and death keep unfolding before my eyes in innumerable forms. Recently i survived two accidents which could have turned fatal. I haven't recovered fully from the shock because in one of the accidents i had come close to losing my mother. I shudder with fear each time i remember that moment. I feel blessed and fortunate that my parents are safe and with me. I can imagine now what my friend must have gone through when he lost his mother last year. I don't need any birthday gift as they are the greatest treasure of my life. Am glad that on this birthday i splurged on my parents rather than they on me and I feel like spoiling them more often.
Muaaah.....to all my near and dear ones and to all my blogo pals. Probably its their love and blessings that has kept me safe. Feel happy to be alive and back on this space. Lets create the magic once again!!!
I was sitting outside and looking at the structure fondly when i wrote this so called poem. Being home itself was a treat for me. I like my birthday to be quiet and generally i become reflective and tend to take a stock of my life lived so far. I wonder what is life all about and what it's true worth. It puzzles me each moment. as the drama of life and death keep unfolding before my eyes in innumerable forms. Recently i survived two accidents which could have turned fatal. I haven't recovered fully from the shock because in one of the accidents i had come close to losing my mother. I shudder with fear each time i remember that moment. I feel blessed and fortunate that my parents are safe and with me. I can imagine now what my friend must have gone through when he lost his mother last year. I don't need any birthday gift as they are the greatest treasure of my life. Am glad that on this birthday i splurged on my parents rather than they on me and I feel like spoiling them more often.
Muaaah.....to all my near and dear ones and to all my blogo pals. Probably its their love and blessings that has kept me safe. Feel happy to be alive and back on this space. Lets create the magic once again!!!
Feeling
On top of the World!
P.S. Wish you all a very Happy and a prosperous New Year!!
Hope you all will like the new template. I wanted my blog to don a new look for the new year so i changed it. Hoping this one will take less time to load. If there is any problem viewing the page then plz let me know.
Labels:
emotions,
life,
special moments
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