A letter from the past...

Yes, my first post in this blog which is not a poem. I was rummaging through my drawers yesterday and came across this old letter. A letter written many years back for my ex. after our break-up. I'm posting certain parts of the letter here. This was the last time I ever spoke to her. I still regret the fact that I let her go but I didn't want to force her to come back. I hope that wherever she is, she is doing well :)



Sweetheart,
Its rightly said that you don’t know what you have until its gone. It’s also rightly said that words are a poor medium of expression. But I’ll still try to pen down those things that I could never express and were left unsaid. How I wish time had stood still! How I wish you had heard the unsaid! How I wish that life wasn’t so unfair! How I wish I could make you love me again! How I wish I could live my dream again! How I wish I could be there when you really needed me! How I wish I could say that ‘sorry’ when it really mattered! How I wish I could take back those harsh words that I had spoken! How I wish I could give you that hug when you really needed me! How I wish I could listen to the music of the stars with you! How I wish I could whisper those ‘magical words’ when you really wanted to hear them! How I wish I knew then than love is not just about caring, but also about sharing! How I wish I could get you to stay back when you loved me! How I wish I hadn’t been so blind to your true feelings! How I wish I could undo all those things that went wrong! How I wish I could spend the rest of my life with you! How I wish I could see that warmth in your eyes again! How I wish I could hear your voice again! How I wish I could hold your hands again! How I wish had spoken my silence in words…
Anyway, I won’t drag this letter too much. I won’t make it more difficult for you by talking about old memories. This letter is just a confession. A confession of my regret and a confession of my undying love. You must be wondering why I’m not sitting beside you while you’re reading this letter and watching you read. It’s because I’ve realized that I’ve wronged you and what would be worse would be to force you to come back, so I’ve left my silence and absence with you wrapped in this envelope until you wish to come back to me.
And as years go by, our paths will get separated, we might drift apart completely and we might never meet again, but if you ever think of me, will you remember that I love you very much?

Wishing you all the best in life,
Your Superman :)

A costly city kiss..

Again, an attempt at something different :) I've tried to capture the New York nightlife of the yesteryears. The kind of nightlife that I've only read in books written by American authors like O.Henry. His 'The Cop and the Anthem' being a perfect example of that. This poem is dedicated to O.Henry, the man who introduced me to the beautiful world of witty short stories with the characteristic O.Henry twist ending :)




Shielding maddening spheres of life,
Idling melancholic needles of time,
Dwindling stress in remote corners behind,
Whistled away blues in the jazz of a pub.

Midnight calling of cathedral chimes,
Saxophone roars a sore penultimate tune.
5 Dollars on amber beer and ashen smoke,
Laden yet; Graven misery and growing paunch.

Gothic lovers lost in central park,
Snorting snuff and ringed tongues entwined,
Buxom harlots tempt beneath helium bright,
Pampering loners treading in city’s lights.

Fencing thoughts and gusty gale so might,
Waddling solitary in streets silvery white,
A feeling electric; suddenly arose alive,
As hands feminine grasped on mine tonight.

Shielding her from the flakes of snow,
An angel; Nay lady one of vibrant sight.
Feminine musk of vanilla blossoms myriad,
Brought coziness into my canopy’s delight.

She kissed; then merged onto subway crowd,
Happiness crept the barracks of my spine,
Feminity- thou art truly creations elixir,
Realized it vagrant; when groped purse same night.

A Bumblebee's brush with death

Ok, I've tried my hand at something different here. It even has a moral that God cares for all his creations. I hope you like this poem. :)



Tangled in a wide spider web,
Struggled a big fat bee;
It buzzed and kicked in all its might,
But was sprawled in the cobwebs maze.

Far across, from a distant pole,
He saw those mighty legs;
Death crawling, with creepy eyes,
He knew of his helplessness.

Cornered, looked the poor sad bee,
Far into natures face;
The flowers blossomed in joy of spring,
Beckoned him all in glee.

Desired; yellow and brown stripped bee,
To fly in his state of bliss;
Kiss fresh daffodils in prime of spring,
And dance with his friends in hives.

Came the hairy giant spider,
Dressed in green fluorescent daze;
Poison glistening from her fangs,
She cocooned the fear filled bee.

Depressed, seeing the lush green grass,
Laid our beige sweet bee;
Poison surging through his veins,
He sat stiff; for impending death.

Soon, out from space somewhere,
Came forth the gardener’s hand;
Lashed his tool at the cobweb there,
And soon free, was our fine sweet bee.

Thank you readers :)

Yes, I am back! Posting after a few months! I would like to thank all my blog readers who have shown patience and kept dropping in comments. Its your positive comments that keeps encouraging me and motivating me to post in this blog. Otherwise I would have given up on this blog long time back, considering my time constraints and lethargic nature. I am extremely grateful to all of you and will try and get regular with the posts here as well :)

Memories in my hand..

Yes, this poem was one of my first few posts in this blog. I'm deleting that post and re-posting with a few changes here and there :)




A long forgotten letter,
With words faded…
Cos so many times they
Were, by my eyes, caressed…

A single red rose
With petals dried…
Nestled in my diary
Still smelling of July…

A sea shell locket
so pretty and shiny…
From the walk on the beach…
Still can hear the sound of the sea…

A shining rock
From the calm stream…
Ages have passed
But I still feel its gleam…

An old picture
Us, smiling, together…
Was it yesterday or a lifetime back?
Still such happy memories it stirs…

A brown twig
From our walk in the woods…
Can still smell the night…
Oh! How I wish the time stood…

But time didn’t stand…
It rushed past…
And I am left with my memories…
Holding them in my hands… hoping they will last…

The Other Half...

Joined by bonds of timeless strands,
Joy married his bride Sorrow.
Deepening perspectives Sorrow paved,
The way; for overwhelming feel of Joy.
Indispensable pair thus cruised along,
Romancing in mortals’ sea of life.

Seeds died; saplings sprouted brought,
Harvest of golden grains to empty barns.
Dying to rise afresh with a new start,
Soaring spirit flew beyond mountain peaks.
Life and Death thus naughty siblings sang,
In an octave of philosophical magnitude.

Wailing hearts sighed, pain down toned,
As tearful pearls fell from string askew.
Laughter then tinkled in sounds of glee,
Synchronous with joy smiling deep within.
Intensity decisive in game of cubes,
Tears and Laughter played their dice.

Storms mighty tossed ships in seas,
Water possessed by devil’s paws.
Orange sun hovered over waters still,
Clearing skies, painting dreamy hues.
Noise and darkness said hope was there,
For silence and light to reign again.

Failures taught men how to strive,
To hunt high nested success down.
Joy and sorrow jiving to life’s songs,
Taught to cherish, with strength and ease.
‘Tis thus a fine true worldly norm,
Every element is void, without its other half.

The Hiatus

Yes, my first poem after a really long time. So I thought I'll write a poem on the hiatus. I'm not very satisfied with this poem. I guess I'm still rusty from my long break. Anyway, do check up the poem and be generous in your comments :D




A deep slumber, a dead silence,
A lack of existence, black roses in remembrance,
An empty sigh, a lone tear in the eye,
An endless languor, an emaciated life,
An exile- by choice or by force?

Beyond the abyss, in the realms of passion,
The gurgle of thoughts, the unshackling of crippled emotions,
Erasing the calligraphy of nothingness, caressing the breath of imagination,
I give birth to myself, yes, once again.
Like a stream, my dreams flow free.
By choice not force!