Tag Archives: Hope

Truth Be Told

There is always this hope,
the light at the end of tunnel,
but our hope is in the cave,
the never ending darkness,
the never ending peace.
From a distance it all seems chaotic,
the dark cave and a solitary life,
but come in closer and you see,
a name, an address, Mr X lives here,
and a shot down aurora that resides,
when the sky is clear in the mild winter,
if hell is living in the lava below the earth,
the heaven is not something opposite,
living in the cave, it’ll break you apart,
but will also give hope for a tomorrow,
which is glorious yet obvious.


The Bench with a View

thumb_IMG_6484_1024 2On a cold winter afternoon,
I put on my hiking shoes,
and catch a train to the place,
where ocean meets the cliffs.

I’ll never be tired,
of finding beautiful spots,
that smells of solitude and poetry,
where life is a smiling thing.

I see ships sailing in the horizon,
tides delivering kisses from land,
their memories brushed by breeze,
loved ones who are out of reach.

I watch the birds flying above me,
the sunlight nipping my scalp,
book in my hand and thoughts in head,
the birds drifting alone in the open air.

The vast blue ocean reminds me,
of your presence in the world,
the path to you is now hidden,
in the depth of your eyes.

I know that nothing can be changed,
that past is the bridge to nowhere,
I should have written a letter,
explaining my empty hopeless feeling.

Today, even when you are gone,
the light of your presence still remains,
I am hopeful of tomorrow,
when we will meet and share a silly joke.

This spot is my comfort zone,
A dot looms in the distance,
I put my headphones on,
and watch this world pass by.


Nightwalker

Little drops of rain fell from the heaven on a strange cold midnight

Little creatures crawl near the damaged crops while working their magic

Its a strange night where the dead has risen from a long sleep

to repair the lives of their loved ones who still cling to their memories.

 

Here I am, holding a cigarette in temptation to smoke again

If only that way I can feel your nicotine dipped lips

There is a half empty bottle of whiskey in my Jacket and I want to drink it

to feel your whiskey tongue which knew me better than my mirror.

 

The lust when you smoked with me for the first time in that February cold

And you took a drag, waiting to feel the heat while we held each others hand.

Times when you only drank whiskey when you were lost and sad and angry

And yet we finished a half bottle of Jack, neat, naked, in that February cold.

 

<Metaphysics> You are running away from life, and I am running away from death

and slowly someday our paths will collide and we will meet again

in another universe, in some other dimension where there won’t be any logic

time will freeze, and we will smoke and finish that half bottle of jack </metaphysics>

 

I am dead and you are sad and whiskey is your only companion tonight.

The grave digger rings a bell, commanding the dead to return back to sleep

I gather your scattered thoughts and try to compose you into something coherent

I am staring at your naked body from the broken window while little creatures crawl.


Winds

A long step back and four steps front,

And how I waited for you there,

The lonely mountain was the place

where we were supposed to meet

You turned up late and I was gone

back to my town in the January cold.

 

The restless sleep and the sadness of heart

was unexplained to the hungry stomach

I lost control of space and time around me

and all I wished was a bubble wrap in space

You didn’t come and I felt lonely again,

in my small room beside the lake.

 

It snowed next morning in winter’s glory

the tea was hot and my heart was cold,

the minions by my bed still cheered

for there was hope that you would return,

Little rain drops poured from the clouds above,

And I thought my universe cries for me.

 

A kid came to my house and told you were there

plucking roses from the garden and waiting for me

Oh the poetry in the winds were calling my name

and I knew that second that I had to see you

O lovely winds, call my name again

for the year has started on a bright note

 

That afternoon, I rode the fastest horse to claim you

To bring you in my arms and proclaim my love,

when I reached your town you were there, waiting

for you knew I would come and take you away,

And so we rode on the road never travelled

and promised to start a new life in an untouched land..


New Year…

The air outside my window is cold and unchanged,
The scars on my heart are fresh and unaltered,
The people in this place are disappointing and same,
Everything around Me is same, I am still the same.
 
May be I am addicted to this constant pain,
The pain that makes me believe that I live in a real world,
Today I am sick of crying and tired of trying,
The feeling that makes me believe that I am dying everyday.
 
So today is a new year, an year which will promise laughter
and then will quickly slide into an ocean of sadness.
So today is a new year, an year which has 365 blank pages
and I only hope there are more pages of smile and happiness..
 

Hidden Beauty

The day started when I acknowledged my failed quest
of unlocking mysteries that answers my questions
There is a poetry hidden in every step of my path
Waiting to be walked on, waiting to be heard.
 
While the sun hides behind a layer of dark clouds
Storing those magical waters to give it back to this earth
There is a poetry hidden in those tiny drops of rain
Waiting to touch the soil, waiting to dance to the joy
 
The moon shines brightly yet the clouds cover its beauty
Only to reveal it for a quick time and again disappear
There is a poetry hidden in those large lapse of darkness
Waiting to be consumed, waiting to be walked with hope
 
The Sun rises again and yesterdays story is hidden untold
The quest is over but my journey is still incomplete
There is a poetry hidden in those melancholic tales of despair
Waiting for my struggle to end, waiting to be finally home.
 

Written for the day 2 challenge of OctPoWriMo 2013 . The theme of todays post was finding those unusual places where you find poetry. While I think its the simple things from nature that can inspire any heart to weave a poetry out of the words. Another day where I have been able to write for OctPoWriMo. I only hope I finish this month with 31 Posts. And until then Happy reading.


White Night

A million laughters are heard in a faraway land
Where love is a religion and happiness resides
Where tale of melancholies are rarely recited
Where peace and tranquillity has found its abode…
 
Sadly I find myself in a bed with leads fixed to my chest
With wires dangling and chaos outside my window
The readings in my ECG dance like million fireflies
flying on a tapestry of my wounded desires and wasted blood.
 
This heart desires to see the snow clad mountains once more
My eyes wishes to blink and shine with the same enthusiasm
My legs want to embrace the same pain I had when i first climbed
This life wishes to be the same again forgetting that its broken forever
 
This hospital smells of burnt desires and forgotten hopes
I only see hopeless crying heads all around me,
My soul wishes to escape into the lonely solitary path yet again
My body feels like a helpless new born unable to run in despair
 
The days are spent in suffering of the fall I incurred on my expedition
In total loss of words and in loving the silence all around me
I am trapped behind the walls of this prison of my own making
Waiting for the night where this soul decides to leave the suffering of the body.
 
Tonight the moon is the same as it was fourteen days ago
Tonight the pain is the same as it was on that full moon night
Standing on that edge of a cliff, the moon brought light to the darkened woods
And again this white night will bring rest and light to this burning darkness.