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End Of Night

Walking along the pavement, listening to each other,

we will not sleep tonight, just for the joy of insomnia.

The end of night will be tougher, but we will spend the time

talking to each other, being honest and welcoming the sun.

There will be moments when we will be silent for most of the time,

but wait for me while I write you a poetry and dance in the kitchen,

boiling eggs, making bad rotis and looking for late night take away,

there wont be any dull moment, till we approach the end of night.

Love will keep us awake, love will fill the corners of our room,

the hours will be quite after our passion collides, our world will close,

when the world outside wakes up to mundane activities and rush,

the first train passes outside, while we celebrate the end of night.


The Voice

Some voices are forgotten with time
Some voices are lost in the ocean of people
Some voices become silent with their absence
Some voices just die when the person leaves…
 
Then there are voices, voices as dear as people
That voice echoes in the valley of my empty heart
That voice are a melancholic cry to come and meet
That voice stitches the void that once resided within me
That voice showers a tropical rain in my barren mind
That voice stirs up a magical influence on my actions
That voice chains me when it sings a beautiful melody
That voice breaks me and I am transformed to a better person
That voice, Ah! The beauty of the voice is nothing short of magic.
 
As I sit by my window staring at the starlit sky
Your voice travels in every breeze,
The leaves on the trees are falling
while the breeze romances with my cheeks.
 
Some voices enter our lives randomly
Some voices induces love into our heart
Some voices are just silent whispers while,
Some voices are just love.

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.. 

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…*


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.