3/9/11

Et tu brute!

"My Heart beats like a drum..."

As the voice crept into MY HEART, which exactly did beat like a drum- my fingers swiftly moved towards the MP3 player to turn it off.It reminded me of the fact that , at times, music too would let you down deeply.

That was a drizzly evening.To be precise, the sun was nearing the Seas.


Somewhere, something was burning. I did not find it difficult to understand that the burning sensation was from within my heart.The philosopher in me has already started  to manage an equilibrium between the two extremes.
Well, its an hypothetical equilibrium.


The fatigued eyes, the fatigued legs and the fatigued heart staggered towards the destiny.And, every time , hopefully or hopelessly, it was merely a mirage.

Someone has switched the city into a perfect silent mode.In this evening, no one did talk of the revolution, of revolvers and bombs, of feminism and of the springs. Instead, all of us kept silence. An absolute silence.

I could feel the lull of the billows. The sea consoles the sun, it consoles me too.Because the sea has an ear to hear you.

I wanted to lie down, on the strands, to talk with the deep sea, to talk with the vast sky, to talk and to talk.
The OVERLOADED HEAD rested on the briny sands.No doubt, it was briny because it has been drinking the tears of billions and billions.

I felt a fingering just beside my head.I was shocked to notice a bright blue coloured kite on which it was jotted down

"ET TU BRUTE...

                         I MISS YOU"

I was totally numb.

Those tattered thoughts huddled up  into the black carpet of warmth. Everything around me was seen blurred.

Blurred images all around!

As the rays of hope rushed into the heart , all in it was thawed. And, the morning was finer than ever.




 Dedicated for my friends.
 Well, I'm sorry! 
 

13/4/11


Truth - A Down Right Lie

Never A word could console her.
I could hear her crying.

Crying all the night,
Searching for the soul that
She wished to keep within
Her own reaches.

But, life wanted to stick her upon
The logs of mystery.

The roses that she kept,
Will soon wilt, but will not faint.
And her tears would thaw,
But, she would not stop weeping for him.

Kept her windows and doors open,
And hopped for his return.

Looking at the snaps, they shared-
Those fingers found it difficult
To turn the pages.

Stuffed her minds
With the dust and the dust.
Took the old diary and she
Wrote with the crimson red ink

“Yeah, I do live for you…”

***

And half a decade passed,
And only half a decade!

***
In the Last evening,
Striding along the strands,
I could see her again.

“Hi dear, you here?”
She came to me and smiled,
I could see her beaming face.

Stringing on her arms,
It was her little daughter.

Here, she lives
Without the old guy.
More happily,
More lively.


The latent love cannot invade
The lovely lives.
A bit confused, I stared,
With a bated breath, she assured,
The impalpable is ever the impalpable.

15/2/11

...Two, One, Zero...


It Is For You





I did not say a word-
But, I was talking to you.
Wriggled were my thoughts,
On the corridors of history.

That could exhort,
The loneliness of tomorrow.
It incited the fire in me,
And there, It could not stop.


Its all about the love that never can pass to nothingness.

21/1/11

"Colour of the soul"




It was dark,
So,I couldn't believe my eyes.
It was vague,
So,I couldn't believe my ears.
My fingers were searching you.
I could touch you once,
And, once only.
Now, I can't even believe my fingers,
I lost the taction.
And I believe in my soul,
For,it won't take
A track of nothingness.