Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Who's the mighty? You or Me?



Squatting on the silver sands,
Lazily;
I built the palaces unbuilt.
Only to be washed away by her.

Vengeful, gazed I at her,
who roared in and out
with conceit.
   
Precipitously, my gaze was perturbed
by two birds,
who shared the cage of life as mine;
running haughtily to take off
from the sands of water,
leaving the imprint behind.
Carelessly, my soul stretched out
amidst them,
reaching out to the world above,
where greeted, we were, with the warmth of a new mother,
arms open.

Three caged souls, now,
guffawed,
somersaulted,
soared high and high,
teasing the mother of waters;
who surged high and above,
to grab our fly in her mighty coop.

Alas!
The saline female knew not;
she, now, just resembled the standing water to us,
who now, looked, mammoth
before her.

Jolted I suddenly!
By the splash on my face,
who sneered at me,
construing the thinking
I thought.

Alas!
I caged back to the
squiggling I did,
on the virgin sands.
Ready to be splashed
by the callousness of the mighty eternal sea.


Monday, February 18, 2013

Angel! Why thou love Satan?



In the kingdom of Belezubabs,
Where Angels are not known,
She was there,
as fresh as a pure dawn.
Satan, she loved though,
lured, who, Eve to eat from the forbidden tree,
in the form of a serpent.

Thought she,
“Without the poison of love and lust
hissed by Satan,
What life would be?”
“A Paradise?
Without the flavor of knowledge
in thee?”

Blesses she,
The Satan, who built the
Pandemonium on the Earth
Where love, lust, hatred,
greed, anger,
hope, death;
All exists free.

‘Coz,

Only in the muck and mud,
the lotus thrives.
Only after the drought,
the land wets.
Only after the storm,
the sun shines. 
Too...
Only the fallen,
learns to rise.

Knew more Satan
than Him,
tried who to
carve perfection
in the walls of Paradise.

Angel, though, she,
so, loved Satan,
knew who …
Moses appears only after Lucifer.







Wednesday, February 13, 2013

My Dream Still Sits on the Last Bench



My dream still sits on the last bench,
From where two pairs of eyes,
Placed far away from each other,
Stared for hours,
Longing to be together.

What was love …
Those innocent eyes were far from aware of.
Yet love was what dribbled from there.

Meekly goes hazy all;
Forcing one pair of eyes,
To quest for the other,
In the digs of darkness.

Darkness grows deeper and deeper,
Diluting the other pair;
With the clock striking the early rays;
Into the light of actuality.

For the second time,
Light fades away,
To the dim,
Leaving …
My dream, yet again, on the last bench …
For one more glimpse.