The Bench with a View

On 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.

Burnt

A poetry has risen in my heart.
It’s lines are settled on my lips,
An ink carries it through my soul,
The words are ready to dance on paper.

My poetry is just your name written on a paper
A paper, that was blank before.
My mind tells me secretly,
this poem is my masterpiece.

That paper will be burnt someday,
the ashes will scatter in this summer heat.
Reminding this silly paper of a reality,
You like my heart will be burnt.

I am the embers of a dying fire.
Slowly fading away to nothingness,
My body is burnt in the chambers of affection.
and now I am just an ashtray in your heart.

While the heart sings and the mind ignores

When I looked into my heart
it beats with the feeling of getting hurt
When I looked into my heart
Passion & emotions wrinkle in it as an Art

When I looked into my Mind
the vision in me almost got me blind
When i looked into my Mind
I clearly see the benefits of being kind

When I looked into my heart
the love in us have drifted miles apart
when I looked into my heart
It yearns to forget and have a fresh start

When I looked into my mind
I see the temple of love destroyed by wind
When I looked into my mind
I see the world has already left me behind

The month of May as my Heart Say
Kindles the broken dreams which floats on bay
The month of May as my Mind believe
Stitches those little fragments of love as I grieve

 

I am a poet

Tonight I am a poet who communicate through symphonies

Tonight I am a poet who walk through the garden of love

Tonight I am a poet who praises Satan to enter darkness

Tonight I am a poet who isolates himself to experience the pain

 

Tonight I am a poet who don’t cut his hairs out of laziness

Tonight I am a poet who treks in a forest to romance nature

Tonight I am a poet who is lost in his world never to be found

Tonight I am a poet whose words rest and silence speaks.. 

Tale…

Today

there’s a

tale I want to

tell you of my past.

Taken into the arms of my love

there was a dream which was coming true

to spend the rest of my life with the person I love

tirelessly dancing to my marriage vows

together we will live forever

travel to a new place

to a new life

to begin

tonight

 

An Attempt to write a shape poetry for the Day 13 challenge of OctPoWriMO. This post is written with keeping in mind that each line starts with a particular alphabet. In this case, “T”.

When the Darkness crept In

I see darkness everywhere around me

Not a single ray of light

Not a Single person in sight

I feel numbness all around me

The room’s acting strange

There isn’t any bed, window or a secret door

No way in, No way out

The room is silent, scary & dark..

I walk around and i reach nowhere

I run around I reach nowhere

is there none to exist

in this dark space of nothingness

Darkness holds me tight

Like a lover holds his love

Darkness wraps me around

Like a blanket to keep me warm

Oh this Place is Silent

Just like a graveyard

Oh this place is silent

Even when I shout

Have I done something wrong

Did i make someone mad

Did I hurt Someone

‘Why did I deserve to be here

Will I ever see my friends again

Will I be able to say how much I love her

Will I be able to hug my pillow again

Will I ever watch those sunrise again

And then I hear her voice

There I felt her Foot Steps

But she want to avoid me

she doesn’t even want to talk to me

I want to shout to call her back

To promise not to leave her forever

I don’t want to be alone

I don’t want to live without her

And then I hear my friends

They want to tell me something

They are slowly coming in nearby

Giving a signal to make me happy

I hear Shouting “Wake Up, Wake up”

But I ain’t sleeping 

The world around me is collapsing

And I thought is the end near?

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I see green leaves everywhere

The morning coffee tastes sweet

I see love, care and affection to realize

Reality is always sweeter than the dreams 

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.

Of October Love and Summer Heat…

The day was bright which promised a great return

My life at last is beginning to take a good sharp turn

I wait in the park for the arrival of a person whom I yearn

For in this life and the next, she is my only hope of happiness.

 

The Autumn is set and there is a sweet chillness in the air

The leaves create a magical tapestry on the carpet of fading summer

The warmth of the sun are blanket for the soul that fears winter cold 

The unopened pages of a book hides a crushed leaf of beautiful memories.

 

The rains of yesterdays have washed away all the pains of today

And I only hope this sunshine lasts at least till the end of the fall

For I sit in this park and write a sonnet to tell a tale to this world

Of the moment we danced to happiness in that summer heat we first met. 

She was lost in a sea of faces waiting eagerly to be found amidst all chaos

While I trapped her beauty in my vision and hence the two hearts met.

 

The mysterious signs from nature suggests happiness in each passing wind

This sweet october winds carries the sonnets composed in her impatient wait.

 

Written for the Day 1 Post for  OctPoWriMo Poetry writing challenge 2013.

The theme for today’s post was to describe ourselves in the midst of an Autumn Setting. Well october forever has been the month of love for me and here I am taking an instance of the thoughts I had when I think of my beautiful past. A memory hence ensures stays alive through this post, Forever.

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.

The Memento

Lying beneath the sultry water of my desires

Ripping apart the golden chains of slavery  

There is a story each fragment of my heart cries

waiting to be heard, waiting to be written….

                                                          **

The broken edges of trust denied her existence

The love kindled in this volcanic heart became ashes

My Soul was trapped in the cages of your charm

punished for a mistake that cannot be fixed…

                                                         **

Our tale of fondness will be told and re-told for years long

Sung by soulful musicians and painted by solitary poets 

They’ll say the love was strong but it lost to scepticism

while I sulk to the broken chords and melody of our song

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The Sun never rise, the moon never looks beautiful

I wander aimlessly in the woods hiding from the light

Because darkness is my home and i am slave to sadness

Broken trees, falling branches and the last leaf on my tree

                                                         **

The smoke from this body is lost in an unknown crowd 

In busy morgue It gazes at the people walking not my own

This lifeless body is lying in the corner of an unknown space 

Decomposed to a trash looked by all, owned by none…

                                                         **

My final tunes of piano will echo in this lifeless world

I shall rise from the dead and travel to where you live free

I shall meet you in your dreams and plant an idea safely

That loneliness kills you and soon you shall be no more….

                                                         ***

 

My words found a voice today. And by voice I mean an amazing and an Incredible voice. Thank You @aaliznat. Listen to the recitation of the above post here: http://soundcloud.com/tanzila/memento-by-ankit-sharma

The Lonely Space Traveler…

I traveled through the dark void of space and time all alone
hoping that a light would come and eradicate my loneliness
That another soul would travel from an outer world
And fill my world with light that would enlighten my world

I do not know of her presence or her origin in this physical earth
but a certainty that she resides in the glorious corner of my dream
As her eyes blazes through the darkness of the night
she drifts closer to me, lighting up my entire universe.

The moistness of a morning dew would describe her lips
Her smile projects a bright light of positivity to my dark soul
The warm embrace of her body melts my heart like a candle
Her presence pierces my frail Armour to enter into my soul

I want to be a prisoner hold up in this world forever
a long wait for hungry kisses to forge two hearts into one
If only the gods of this world would never object to my stay
I’ll completely surrender to be lost forever in her silent charm

I travel back, the bridge is broken and reality has found me
For I am now lost in this world but found in the another
I now wander carefree in this world for I drank your beauty
with a new wave of spiritual feeling taken over my soul

I shall travel again to new boundaries and an old forgotten space
where I surrendered my soul, hoping you would come with my heart
In the eternal space beyond the concepts of being right and wrong is a field
I shall wait for you there, holding my arms with a promise to stay with you forever.

*The last two lines has been inspired by a quote from Rumi and this has been an Inspiration for this Post*.

**Initially written as a Guest Post for an Incredible friend of Mine “Archana”. Do read her amazing blog here **

The Sailor

On the heavenly waters, sailed a ship through scintillating waves

Its captain devoid of worries of the world sailed into the magical waters

He knew nothing of land, but the black water he called his own

The Sailor wanted to touch the mystical land and smell its fragrance.

 

He remembers his loving wife, who offered him a golden liquid like honey

He remembers its bitter taste and her soft touch that resurrects his soul

He remembers the feeling of being lost in her arms, fearless and alone

He sails with love in his heart and her image in his mind to mystical lands.

 

He just closed the eyes and welcomed the silence engulfing around him

He closed his eyes to feel the emptiness and purity surrounding him.

He wanted to touch the tip of the ocean and fall into its comfortable abyss

He sailed on a dark starless night and spoke like a god’s soft whisper.

 

As the course of the ship continues, he watches a late summer’s dawn

The sun comes out of the dark clouds in its own slow speed and smoothness

Shifting up from horizon, it kisses the mountainside of an island with fire

The sailor watches in beauty and stirs his thoughts to its happiness

 

He completes his mundane activities of ship and steers it into deep waters

Each drop of water like a deceiver of his thoughts lingering in emptiness

Kisses his ears with dark whispers approaching yet another open silence

He drinks his wine to  melt away in thoughts  like the waters of his ocean

 

The long journey has now kept him waiting in the thoughts of his love

She awaits him with a promise of a long hug and an even bigger kiss

She wants the ocean to announce his early arrival into the lands of his own

She watches the dark clouds over the ocean with thunder blazing in anger   

 

The sailor touched the thunder and tasted the water with his lips in awe

Lost in the night he listened to the magical heartbeat of an angry ocean wave

He felt the benevolent wind caress and kiss his cheek with calmness and love

There was a beautiful angel of the sea who guided his ship out from the storm

 

The sailor now steers his ship to the place he knows he is welcomed

The ship comes back victoriously from a fearful trip with hearts won

For the sailor will go back once again to the lonely sea and the open sky

And all he would wish again is a tall ship and a compass to sail away.

*For some time now there was an image of a sailor constantly teasing my mind and this post is just an attempt to wrap up the imaginative image with words to fit in. For today and everyday I wish the imagination never dies. It will just live on now. Forever…*

In Remembrance…

It was a gruesome tragedy an year ago

which brought grief and sadness in the house

The tragedy like a lightning struck in its gruesome form

which damaged the roots of everyone connected.

 

There was a huge thunder louder than I ever heard

A little uneasiness in my heart for i cried like never before

A separation, A loss which like the fall of a weathered leaf

A million smiled dead, A trillion sorrow has woken.

 

The skies were suddenly grey which was blue yesterday

I wonder looking up imagining a witty quote on this change

You were unaware of what I wanted you to say

You were unaware how many hearts died that day

 

Now in the lonesome corner of my heart is a hole

Drenched in grief of sadness, withered like a weak tree

Unable to trace the beauty of yesterday, in the confusions

where the days were happier and filled with laughters and smile

 

My face now fades hiding in the loneliness of our house

The voices inside me cries while my face stays still

When I meet the sorrow I wonder the source it came from

If it weighs like mine or has an easier size.

 

Yes in remembrance to the smiles of those hundreds

In remembrance of the good deeds of past that defined you

In remembrance of lives you touched in your journey which ended

I compose these lines for you in a dim oil of a dark forgotten night.   

That Silent Song

The nights were dark, yet a ray of hope lit my lamp of imagination

The days were short, yet the suffering was longer in my narration

The evenings were cold, yet I craved for warmth of love after negation

My life was a wreck, my work devoid of any recognition from my friends.

 

 

I influenced from the poets of the fall who wrote sonnets on love & purity

I understood from the painters of the past who painted with intensity

I meditated on the preaching’s of the saints who practiced virtue & sanctity

My inspiration has risen, from great men whose words define their sanity.

 

 

Under the dark depths of my soul was laid, an inception of a silent song

A song, which required the sense of a loner and an art I learnt to Understand.

Take me away to a lush green forests or an open field to sing a lullaby

Where there be no human but green trees and silent valley to listen to it.

 

 

I stand there at the vertex of nature like a preacher passing all my learning’s

I stand there and wait, for the nature to applause with an embrace of cold air

The cold innocent fresh air announcing in high the joy my song brought them

I am thankful O nature, for you understood what my friends could never.

 

 

The poet in me thanks the nature for being the biggest reason for elation

The Painter in me thanks the nature for being the canvas of my revelation

The preacher in me thanks the nature for being the true source of inspiration

My soul thanks the nature for bringing a sense of comfort to its restlessness.

Memories

Haunting Loneliness and those Killing Memories

The sun was high, waiting for my dream to end

A dreamland where words rest and memories play.

The dream was dark yet her image in it was bright

Glowing with the imagination of her dark sultry memories

 

Embedded deep into the darkest corner of my heart

was a memory beating hard and keeping me alive

Turning the burnt pages of my past was a present

which would strangely be my most haunting memory ever

 

Lets sail to the end of the sea O love for the last time

Holding hands, exchanging hugs and kissing wild

Lets burn the worldly desires in the earth so deep

and freeze in the coldness of the love that shattered it.

 

The Sun is high, the dream is empty and my sleep is over

lying in my room throughout that harsh month of loneliness

her fragrance is everywhere embedded deep into my soul

How I wish I erased an entire tale of those memories within me.

 

A month has gone and those two glass of wine lies in dust

A tale has finished and the memories of it can’t be deleted

She left me only to never return to the place we called our own

And I followed her on a solitary journey to the lands of unknown.

Silence Speaks…

Today let me be a poet
Where words rest
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The Worse, The bad, The Ugly: June

O My Dear friend
Its a feeling in me that’s lost
Its a voidness which is felt in my heart
Its a Spirit within me that’s broken
Its a life in me which died that day

Sitting by the cozy lazy afternoon
When June had just began to spring
That dull afternoon & Lazy Sunday
Was a day that was the Sad, Bad & Ugly

The flight of love had brought you down
The shattered pieces of an Aircraft holds you
The love of your life has now taken you away
To a flight where there’s no returning back

I remember your words, advice and laughter
Which is lost in me forever now
if there’s a god I definitely do pray aloud
If only for this last time you could return if Possible

The one last time I could hold you back
The one last time I can hear you
The one last time I could Talk to you
The one last time I could be with you

O My Dear friend
The laughter in house has turned to sorrow
The smile in your face has now freezed
The talks of you have become memories now
The place where you stay has become farther now

A new start

I stayed awake welcoming the year

With an open Arms and Gloomy eyes

Counting for the year which promised

Long Health and short pains

 

Yet the Year began with an Hangover

Where there was no regret of yesterday

The previous night was a celebration of Victory

Of survival, of new friends and new Place

 

The days here were Long and Hot

The winds here were Strong and Fierce

The lights here were dark and Gloomy

The people here were amazing and Good

 

We went to the beaches of Atlantic

Where fun and anxiety stayed at bay

We drank our hearts out that day

We cheered to friendship and companionship

 

Yet it was the first month of the Year

It was the beginning of a new start

How i was wrong when i Said

It promised Long health and Short pains.

This is a post for  Month of the Year Challenge   Which I just happen to come upon randomly.

At times Randomness brings you close to something or conspires you to bring out what you have been hiding within yourself. So true in this case.

This randomness did bring out some emotions of Joy and Self-Discovery that I can easily say has been the best time of my life. Looking forward for writing about the other months too.