Voices

Deep and husky
Sweet and soft
Loud and cheerful
Low and melancholic

Different sounds of videos
shared on Whatsapp
remain in the memory
of the master in our hands,
Of which a slave we have become.

But the slaves
have forgotten the hopes,
despair,
joys,
longings,
the souls of the voices whisper.

Of humans and their bygone days,
voices have transformed into noises

Face to face has a mediator,
through which we are connected yet distant

But a new feeling takes shape
in the depths of the conscious,
rising like a serpent
fear rears its head
sniffing flesh nearby
threatening the very existence
of the mortal puppets..

A smile does it all...

A slight twitch of the lips

The flutter of the heart

The happy eyes

The rosy blush of the cheeks

And the curving of the lips

Melts in the observer's eyes

The picture of the smile

Steals the heart away

The genuine, unselfish gesture

Touches the heart

Of even a stranger

And a bond then forms

Uniting the soul of existence

With a golden thread

The unsaid agreement

Of each individual

To uphold the sacred law

Propounded by nature

Governed by the supernatural

Keeping the humanity alive-

As fresh as the morning dew

And as sacred as one's self...

An Insignificant No One

Walking down the road
to a fantasy world
where the whole world
treats you like its own -
a genuine "hi" here
a chirpy "hello" there
a cheerful chatter
in the day's platter;
an honest compliment,
a humble request,
a beautiful surprise,
a sanguine mood,
plunging you into
the bounty of euphoria;
still settling down
with happiness abound -
Suddenly, the bubble
bursts into a rubble
pushing you into the abyss
from the whimsical bliss
to find yourself resting
in a weightless cradle
and then, looking around,
burning the eyes
is a scintillating sheen,
devoid of any soul,
leaving you confounded-
the image of a crowd
fast fading away,
just to discover
that the "you" is just
an insignificant no one..

The dream that was...

Dependence of the leaf
on the sun's magical gold;
the aura of a fish
kept in a whirlpool of colour;
rumpled is the sea face
that meets up the horizon;

The pandemonium that prevails
when all three converge
brings us back
to the reality of existence;

The very breath we take,
the very blinks we make,
the very skin that tickles,
the very sounds we hear..

That is the human form
we have been bestowed,
acceptance without denial
is the blessing we could seek..




This poem has been written for the theme for this week's words on
 http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

Changing Lanes, Changing Minds...

Equally Travelled Paths...

A fork in the lane
A dilemma in mind
Left or right
Where is the flight..?


After every turn 
Is standing someone
Like a sphinx 
With a wand to jinx..


Playful yet adamant,
Barbarous yet urbane,
Capricious yet stable,
Ethereal yet earthly...


Waiting patiently
A savage look on the face
Challenging my move
For the next race...


Lane leading to the right
Has intermittent light
Flowing through the lacuna
In the canopies of the fauna..


The left alley glows
With kaleidoscopic yarrows
But alongside stand insects
Of myriad power prospects..


Mind does the P n C
With each lane in the see
Taking the left first
Then a sudden shift to right..


The creature leers, 
Scoffs and jeers
At the roller coaster 
Plight of my mind...


A fork in the lane
A dilemma in the mind
Left or Right
Where is the flight..?

Vibes from the Mortar....

The geometry opaque 
The colour pale
Characterize it 
Into a unique tale


The two sides 
Of a brick wall

the sturdy but brittle brick wall....

One being joy
The other despair


Emotions they flow
Like molten lava slow
Flashes of each
Being felt within reach


Separating the bricks
From the great wall
Breaking the bonds
Translates literally


Clutching the heart
Tender and weak
In its cage of sorrow
With the joy hollow


Different colors
The heat nurtures 
Portray the brick
In different forms


Love, hatred
Joy, sorrow
Fulfillment, emptiness
Anger, serenity


All mixed in a brick
Like the mortar
Engrained into it-
A soulful melange.

The last sunset...

On the down side of the hill
I see an angel by the mill
Walking along the crooked brook
A look at her face i took...


The radiant glow from her face
Bridged the distance with the lace
Of lingering moonlight traceable
Through the layers of air amenable...


A nightingale cooed somewhere in the dark
Making the night come alive with sound stark
making my heart jump out of its tranquility
Into the nature's very own vulnerability...


Somewhere in the midnight blue sky
A forgotten star white twinkled by
Happiness making the dark upset
Making me marvel at the last sunset....