Monday, June 29, 2009

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…

Thursday, June 25, 2009

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.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

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!

Back to Blogging...

Yes, I'm back after a pretty long hiatus. My heartfelt apologies to all my readers and followers for not posting for so long and more so, those readers who left comments on my poems and I couldn't follow-up with them to express my gratitude. I have been busy with my studies and some other personal problems but now I'm back and hopefully will be posting more regularly :)

I would like to conclude by quoting this inspirational poem by William Ernest Henley which shall hopefully inspire me to come up with some meaningful poetry in the future :)


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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