Moonlit Whisperer-2

Where this earth ends and moon shines,

Where we breathe and this nature sighs.

Where the sky spreads its widest wings

Where the melody rises from the amorous strings.

Where silence speaks and words follow.

Where I foster your soul, full, complete, thorough.

Where my hands are held into yours.

Where I could listen what fate stores.

Where there is a sound of only breaths.

Where you and me are held in a single faith.

There I want to be with you.

There I want to live with you.

The other side

Life has been parted into ages, every age with its own thinking whose language is often misunderstood. The reasons might be the face-lifting experiences in own life, tendency not to be odd among people, possessive nature that defaces into an imposed obligation and in many cases societal fossilized thinking that closes all the doors that may lead to any kind of change or acceptance. Human propensity not to accept the fact that he might be wrong, never allows him to breathe in the magical freshness of change that brings positive results with it. Such resilience appears on the skin of every age that is coiled with gossamer of endless references and creates the gap. A little listening and little more thinking over any issue helps in bridging the gap. The poem hence has tried to unleash the doubts of one of the most delicate relations between a father and his son.

Son:

{1}

When youth is in all its glory,

When I am ready to live my own story,

Why do you fret that I may fail?

Why do you think my efforts are stale?

{2}

I have my own mind to fit in,

My own eyes to see.

When you put your veil in front,

Tell me, how would I feel free?

{3}

I sometimes doubt your trust,

Your faith that you put in me.

Cause I know you are the strongest roots

Of which I have grown as a tree.

{4}

I still remember all the lessons,

That you taught with zeal to me.

I just want to add a little more,

With whatever I happen to see.

{5}

I fear to say that you are wrong,

Sometimes whenever I feel.

It’s just that I feel bit different,

And find some truths within.

{6}

Let me take out my hands

Crossed with yours till now.

To see this world and walk around

To find my path unbound.

{7}

I will be happy if you are

And same do I want from you.

Without any if’s and but’s

Your heart is where you ought to go through.

Father:

{1}

I will start from where you ended

And will open my heart today

That has fractals in the same line

In the same helpless way.

{2}

If I am the root and you are the tree

Tell me how I can ever let you free.

If truth lies only in what is seen,

Wouldn’t it be hard dear, to keep you green?

{3}

The fears of mine you referred to

Might keep your hands tied

Those only prevail cause I could see

My own reflection living my life.

{4}

Stories repeat defeating the time

Where I was once, today you stand.

I just want you to peep through it

Where lays a fertile promising land.

{5}

I have a strange thing to grouse,

That I am old enough to expiate.

But I want you to be all right

Before you deplore, before it’s late.

{6}

It’s not you that I doubt

It’s the life that I have already seen

Foresight are bad today I feel

Cause your doubts are quite umpteen.

{7}

I know I would not walk with you

Forever in life wherever you go.

But I always want you to have my shadow

Far enough to land you through.

{8}

It’s not fair at all

to expect from any age

For it seeks what it has seen.

Albeit it’s true that sooner or later

You will be a father with your teen.

With same sort of puzzles to solve

And similar issues to evolve.

If you feel anytime something can break

Talk to your son whatever it takes.

I am sure that you’ll be light again

The moment you strike a bargain.

Since every story has another side,

The way we are trying to take that ride.

One thing I promise I won’t let you fall,

Even when you want to ride alone.

I might not be right every time

But promise me dear,

 Our poem shall always rhyme.

My nasty shoes

I got a pair of new shoes,

Black sole with blue hairline.

In the darkest night, full of clouds

Like moon beams taking a ride.

 

That’s how I felt when I saw them first

Calm, serene, with power infinite.

I now agree that love is blind and deaf

Cause I couldn’t listen what was in the might.

 

I often look at them at rest

And they stare me back from down

Even when I am walking or talking

They stalk me like my own puppet clown.

 

I hear they murmur when I do not look

And turn quiet as soon as I do.

They are like tiny prattling lil’ ghosts,

Stuck in my feet, my nasty shoes.

 

When I say left, they go right

And whine like I did wrong.

They are like at the end of me

But have held my mind all so strong.

 

Once put off they lie like dead.

With all life gone, without any say

I hate myself for feeling for them

and dangling my legs back into the devil’s bay.

-- 

On the seventh cloud



Winged with the balls of wool hanging in the clear sky,
all alone in the ebullient times...

 
Up Up Up in the air
When I leave the ground to hop
My feet leaves the wet soil
and joins the carnival at the top.

A swing with a wing
Hooked by the golden twinkles
flies through the fliting clouds
where hiding moon smiles and tinkles.

I am feeling the air
tickling the sole of my feet.
O' how happy do I feel
in the world of my dreams.
















With the lil' one who sits inside since always..

This side of a woman was seldom touched by me before where she has a part of her future child always in her just because of the gamut of feminism that she has. With this child who talks to her, shares with her, listens to all her doubts and is actually has just half of her impressions creates a intuitive connection with the other half sitting somewhere in the smoke of future.With this child of which she has the only clue of that unknown intruder, she waits and waits for the man of her life.....



 

A hop

I wish to lie down
Under the sky full of stars
that often look like me
a heart full of scars.

A far fetched dream

to sew the tottered soul

And breathe a lot of sighs in

the chest that bores a hole.

Nebulous seems my life

dodging from a fall

A bliss that is awaited

to make a happy stall.

Waiting is not fair,
when all we can do is do
Collect all stars, make them shine
Make the life full of clues.

No more am I tired,

No more am I blue

What I did and What I will

is where my heart takes me to. 

The swing of gall and gag

that flies from down to the top

takes me through the clouds overhead

where it's always fun to bounce and hop.

Dedicated to  the regular visit of mood swings that take us to a tour to self realisation where we feel happy and sad, low and raised, robbed and filled all at the same time. It is all about how we keep on hopping between the two juxtopposite feelings which in real sense lie at a common conjecture and in no time we revert back to where we really want to. Now the same can be read again(6 stanzas but 3 in a row for being blue and 3 in a row for being blessed).

A picture to see..to be in..

A bright sunny day where wind is fresh,
Sea waves carry the breeze, so clear.
The lighthouse stands still in pride,
To look for the pirates if any near.

My window opens up to let in

The blushes of the morn knocking

The bird woke up, made up her nest

I am all ready to hear her talking.

Sand is cold with the dew and tide

My feet could walk through miles

Along the beach that makes me smile

like the serene, blue, happy shore lines.

I put up my blue balls at the azure

which seems today bit glee.

With hovering clouds like balls of wool

and as broad & blue as sea.

Dilemma

I want to reverse things which I cannot. I want to sew up the gaps which I dont dare and I wish to lay down in my own fairy tale which I can only dream of. Dilemmas are bad for they try to open up our eyes those were busy in spinning the threads of future hanging in the dust that has no trace in the present.

A dire need to pine for

A thing that hangs in the dust

should I go or should I retreat

or let this feeling too get rust.

I am strong, as they say

Or is it not a much big deal.

The only option to collect the strength

And once again ready to kneel.

The voices have dimmed,

The echoes are quiet

They all have turned few

I cannot escape

Nor can  I run,

from the Dreams I often sew.

Just for haven

A scarecrow in the middle of the field,

Rivulets slipping down the hills

Naiive cattles with ringing bells,

A lonely bird on the bare tree tells,

The story of this farm wee bit old,

In every grain,kept and sold.

Morn full of beams of sun

Where leaves shines and birds run,

To flaunt around and make up a show,

Where flowers smile all in a row.

Billowing crops in the air so light,

Call for a haven,just so right.

Tall palm trees at the foot of the hill.

Orchids of mango trees stand stll.

Buttery stones with all sizes big,

Some smiling faces, some shapes antique.

Soil that smells of you and me

And the hills and the sky and the crops and the tree.

Green meadow to dance and play

And rest on the heights and folds of hay,

Under the sky, wide and dark

With pools and palms of twinkling stars.

How am I blessed to have these eyes

To see all nature where heaven lies.

How do I ....????

Like a pen filled with ink writes

while an empty one embosses sheet

My heart refrains from getting gorged

By your love that makes its beat.

The moment you are near to me

My heart lives an age.

I feel like getting drowned

by a love-tied,honey-purged sage.

Your stare bores a hole in me

through which your side is seen

I will never forget your naughty signs

and your wicked smiles umpteen.

You tease, you smile, you fight

To get you my reaction.

But how clever am I,

to count each and evry refraction.

You do not show what you think

And think I do not know.

But let me tell you one little thing

I will follow wherever you go.

My heart propels with you so close

that I could feel it saying

Let him hold me so tight and firm

and forget that rules are staying.

I am scared ending up as a dupe

with a filched heart and a rich stealer.

who robs my peace evrytime he loves

leaves me like a kid in the cradle.

Masked life

How could it be possible
To smile in the midst of cries.
I know it is hard to believe,
So please don't close your eyes.


Morn full of sunlight or the darkest nights?
Sorrow makes its place wherever happiness lies.
Light always follows the darkest dark
So please don't close your eyes.


While I write down my chorus,
There is a world outside full o' plight.
They bear no sense of singing,
So please don't close your eyes.


Summer to remind,winter to love
Autumn to feel and rainy to cry.
sometimes they seem just a change,
So please don't close your eyes.

Good or evil,yes or no
It's all about how one tries.
Cause every life has its own reasons
So please don't close your eyes.

One dies when one is born
A moment of mourn or an event for sights.
Every step that we take seems naive
So please dont close your eyes.


..............................................................................to be continued............
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The nap



They are dancing,staring,making me more drowsy...wat a dream I had just now..o o m awake..yawnnnnn...zzzzz



In the siesta when I try to read,

How to tell but it's hard to breathe.

I sleep, I wake up and I dream too

while I am around heaps of books.

I wish I could read whenever I want

And be a student non-chalant.

With no fever of exams and no fear of test

Where I could walk and take own rest.

I could hear even the ticking of ma clock

In the hovering silence that often mock

Pushing me to go back to the sleep

and leave the rest till the next beep.

A cache

The heady days of youth echoes,
in my ancient ears.                                                                         
The moments we hugged,the blunders we did,
still flaunt ,linger and leer.

I look back and see the breaths I took
And smiles I shared in clime of charm.
No one stayed along with me
and time turned us into a warrior unarmed.

From a kid to a child into a man
I walked throgh the stairs of age.
jealous of losing the last I lived
on the yellow fragile pale past page

Soon my life will come to an end
As everybody lives and quietly go.
How much i wonder at the riddle unsolved
Which has a missing piece always to know.

We cry,we weep and wipe our tears.
With time we learn to forget the years.
Rind of my soul getting thicker and dried.
Vintage of my life,will it be cached inside?

Come again

Behold the clear sky

Bathed in the morning sun.

Crispy rays behind the cloud

And the dazzled light to stun.

Where does the night of dreams go off?

And the yellow moon too hides in?

Just when the dawn breaks and flaunts

And sunlight creeps under my skin.

I dreamt of him last night again

and that is when I fully agree

to frame my own little tales

With whom I always wanted to be.

A wee bit more I wished to sleep

to be with ones I often miss.

But the peeking sun outside my window

Is eager to listen them all with a kiss.

The picture faints ,a smile follows

And the whinning too starts to wane.

I kiss the day in turn with a blush

For I would see him for real again.

Feminine face

Emotional flux holds mysteries in its womb and has gnarled enumerous relations to make histories and stories. We meet different people in our lives with different attitude and paint. But there is one creed that has all possible and prodigious varieties of portrayal: Creed of woman. Often termed as mistress of mystery and face of fiction by the people who have read and looked into them. And the shades of feminism strike different colors in the lives of people.

Bewitched by the feign of shy,

A lady dainty with sky blue eyes.

Looking from behind her veil

That made her a moon of dark night.

Raunchy, painted and enticing face.

A lady undaunted with a hidden grace.

Chasing the shadows of impostors

That made her an end to every maze.

A fleer and a wink with a half curve smile.

The wisps of her hair making her fragile.

Had I missed her lips in touch

While the angel walked down the aisle.

Caress of her company I gain

To breathe my dreams and drink my pain,

A non-chalant stands up for me

Like an elixir to  my every bane.

A fiction hangs on her delicacy,

To see unseen like a prophecy.

A philosopher in the form of a human

Is ready to carry on life-time legacy.

A gamut of shades ushers in

The mind that has seen women umpteen.

Everyone with a different node

But the same feint of being feminine.

..............................................                   Word of advice for all the researchers:Do not research,just accept and keep.