Moving ON …a story to tell

In tranquil jest I sing a song,
Of leaving behind the past behind,
With ecstasy I forgive the deeds,
Assuring never to repent the act!

Wandering endlessly, I forlorn the presence,
The joy, the moments…those beautiful memories,
And as I walk along, the crowds are dear,
For moments ago, I bid a presence, a jocund bye!

Farewell to you!
Save to those beautiful memories,
I will cherish them in joy,
Yet never shall I long in pain,
That presence so gay,
That voice so sound…

For I know! I know!
Time passes by!
Moves on with its own story to tell!
Thence in tranquil jest, I sing a song,
Letting go the presence,
Those joyous joys!

Shristi...a creation

For Riza,

Somber sound of delightful voice,
Of pain that pretends a joy,
When thoughts gaze deep down your soul,
It reverberates a thump that chokes a smile,
And escapes mortal confusion and joy,
Crumbling an existence on which we stand,
Casting an elusive ma-gical spell,
Stirring melancholy in the holy grail!

Pour that in a cup so small,
And drink it in a gulp of ‘gust,
Then the world falls to order,
With no chaos, violence and rage,
Save juvenile words that comes from a mouth,
On longing a presence, those eyes then cry,
With restlessness to a million time,
Repenting the deed, tears fail to weep,

As standing alone, you look around,
See what you’ve done…what you’ve wished,
A shadow then merges with it in joy,
Never leaving until worlds die!

Melancholic Joy

When in anger a voice, longs to smile,
Longing ways to reach the sky,
Upon the stars and screaming out loud,
Fulfilling the wishes for you are mine,
As we travel to time and more,
From present to future, with past behind,
I reckon then, your face so gay,
That cheerful voice, that smile and jest,
With whose presence I have climbed,
Reached the stars to make you close,
And spreading my arms wide open in joy,
I hearken the thoughts of insane crowd,
That endlessly fight and never cease to fade,
Striking the cliffs with the waves,
As I tremble, we both feel frail,
Wishing to rise to a step of strength,
To fight back the life, owning it for long,
Amongst the harshness of the time,
Between the smiles and the pain,
Thence,
When in solemn nights I long your way,
I reach the stars and hold the sun,
Making it run to get your warmth!

Blackout!

For Riza,

The crude nights of fading joy,
Troubling marks of pain and grief,
Solitude that ere a presence,
Repenting the deeps with imploring voice…

Your tears I recall,
That colossal smile echoes in my heart,
Wishing to hear that joyous voice,
I wander places, yet fail your touch…

Journey of rudeness…harshness and agony,
Of trifle mistakes that forms a mountain,
When in anger we both screamed,
We lost a friend…a bond of strength…

“Time! Oh Time! Stop!” I plead,
Refrain the act to drift in joy,
In endless fragrance of eternal spring,
In endless fragrance of eternal spring!

Frail bond, was it I ask,
That faded in the blowing wind,
With the rain soaking a cadence of flame,
Upon the anguish and the pain!

Hearts are heavy,
It pounds to long,
That gentle voice…
That gentle touch…

Someone I loved,
I lost in vain,
Amidst the nights of darkness,
Causing a blackout…
A stir and silence…

Sleep…Endless Sleep!

Sleep…endless sleep,
Too weary the eyes, it now seems,
As they stare and gaze to the morning light,
Waiting for the night to fall…

Tiresome body on a hectic day,
Wandering here and there for a day’s routine,
Foreseeing the chaos, agony and scream,
I am waiting for this day to end!

Silence is a humor when the sun shines bright,
Patience is a folly while deeds are prejudices to rest,
Maddening crowds squander on paths,
As they wait for the night to fall…

Somber nights where the nightingales rest,
The bats rule over the sky,
As they intently wait for their prey,
I fall asleep…to an endless sleep!

Lost in Cholera

I heard the day’s news,
160 dead…a few troubled,
Then my thought to you reached,
With melancholy, Beloved, Oh! Mine!
Are you fine?
In that distant place;
Away…far away,
Days to reach…

Troubling are these times,
As I write a letter to you,
One added to the toll,
Pray you hearken my words…
For Beloved, a distance saves my health…
A distance tries to touch your skin…

I fail to write!
I shake over…over and more…
Something pierced my ears and heart,
I wish to speak, words choke within,
One new number again to list,
The name revealed,
Oh! what a pain!
Tears all down these eyes;
As they stick to the TV box,
Hearing what they say,
Rejecting what they say,

NO! NO! NO WAY OUT!
LET ME END! LET YOU READ!

T.I.M.E.! S.T.O.P.! FREEZE
I will run,
Snatch you when you’re gone…

NO! You’re NOT GONE!
NO! YOU’RE NOT GONE!
But you are ………………………………………