Companion - An Ode To Thee

A white vision of loveliness approached

 The doomsday come and gone forth.

Moody and cantankerous

Breaking down at junctures of urgency

She made clutching hairs in despair

A meaningless, everyday gesture,

Her gaze loomed across time and space

Civilizations and mindplay, all a day’s worth.

Alas that good things come to a closure

So, it was, as the Wise Anon are wont to say.

True friends with benefits, never in the vulgar way

The parting amicable yet disturbing

 Pieces of heart and mind cut with invisible hands.

Adorning someone else’s room,

Enriching some other lives,

Frivolous pursuits of another like minded

Ageing grace she epitomises

My beautiful, wondrous companion no more,

For a span of eight earth years

My precious secret keeper – my Pentium 4. 

( Well, Aesthetic Blasphemy...your post and your reply comment prompted this...)

The Journey

Let me go..
Let me find my own road

Every journey begins with a desire,
To see, to feel, to touch the world
With all we possess.

Let me go...
Let me find the fork I need to take.
Everyone needs a marker
To say they passed this way..
Let me be the marker
Of my own new way

Each and every soul has a story to unravel,

A journey to commence,
Some need a guiding light,

Others a glance that propels them ahead,
And then there are those that need
To see the destination from afar.

And through all this only the wise realise,
whatever be the end, or the middle
The beginning is all that matters....

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 19.

Brides

Seated in the room

The multitudes elsewhere

Lingering laughter

Echoing in the corridor

Decked from head to toe

Flowers, silver and gold.

A genuine smile on one

Waiting for the him she loved

the thrill of new beginnings

sending butterflies flying...

A sad, longing glance thrown

Hennaed hands and feet

Wondering how bankrupt

Her parents were over this...

Nervous, fidgety moments
The woman in her happy

The cell phone never

Seemed to cease ringing

Friendly, bossy conversations

All at once overwhelming...

She sat with dead eyes

In the only new Saree owned

Her past, present, future

Remain unchanged

This was just another home

Where poverty still resides

New mouths to feed for old...

In four corners somewhere

Tied by a single thread

A day to bind them somehow

Four brides in their wedding best.

Fleeting

Moving in silent circles
soft echoes of her heart
the benign, calm exterior
mellowed by life's drifts

now - a different reality.

The roaring fire quenched

dying embers remain

spitfire resurfaces, fades
shot down, cold glances askance
now - a solemn gaze.

Dispassionate in all her works
detached , the ebb and flow
distraught, emotions lost
misguided, world's voice heeding
now - a distorted view.

Seeking the escape route
remembering days yonder
wishing, change unchanged

breathing forbidden air of freedom
now - a mistaken entity.

The Visits - Mag 58

Watching them leave

emptiness all around

back to the start.

ten steps back for

 every half step forward..

this macabre dance 

at the end of each month.

Pausing by the calendar 

circling the same digits

of a new Gregorian phase.

The lights turned dim

the shadows on the wall,

glinting metal and shield.

This gift was a curse

breaking ties apart

the folklore said.

Too late to heed

the damage ran deep,

visitation rights wasn't

all this warrior craved.

The Nightmare - Mag 55

Courtesy Magpie

Weary feet in step

with the world's drum

a casual glance reveals

the carefully constructed

facade still in place.

Some normal  days

solace brings along

the journey thus far 

highly strung nerves

like a coiled spring

never knowing when

dim courage has bolted...

A nervous tick belies

the hidden tremors awakening

blood splattered walls

lemon souffle and fork

the nightmare begins....

Sympathetic voices 

wake up to

a year ago

seems much longer

our last meal

before they took her

my only child

draped in blood

darkness covers

as they burgled along...

Moonlight

I gaze into the 

carpet high above, 

weaved with magical fingers

twinkling stars nearer and further apart

dim light that brighten the night.

The wizardess's wavering moods

that transforms the sky

from darkness a while ago

to a shimmering silken glow .

I search for thee

waxing and waving

visible and invisible

 the ethereal moonlight...                                               

Bitter Sweet

We pass by now,

denying each other's existence

the picture lies not

we were together, happy once.

You chose filial ties 

over what was right

no grudges held, understand 

what it means to walk in your shoes.

The common paths 

we still have to tread

part of me seeks 

to mend the tear

the other glad

not having to face you there.

You took with you,

 in parting ways

the tiny bud I loved

whose blossomed flower 

I see from other's eyes.

Wonder why 

in relationships

extremes we choose

the middle path 

never explored.

Despite the pain 

I wish you well

now far from the time

when hated your voice

 on the line.

have grown enough

in such a short while

but still can see

letting go of the petty past
isn't something you can try...

( written a year ago for one who was a friend and sister in law....

 but just a distant relative now. )

Lost Chances

Love came dawdling through

dressed up in all his finery

unmoved, unmindful

standing her ground

 cold masks gathered

the gift of life's bonds. 

Random acts of kindness

seemingly unnoticed

cherub's efforts in vain

door slammed shut

refuge sought that

false pretenses brought.

Voices assailing
at every turn

relationships mended

one sought

 a fraud, a hoax

the other in disdain

she kept her silence

opinions weighed

Window kept ajar

for him who

was now afar

cobwebs the spiders weave

wrinkled and quite grey
 oft seen she stands

by the window sill.

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Haiku 6

An Poloroid Picture digitised...

Wet footprints, dry sand

wind blown hair in disarray

blue waves behind, clash.

The Walk - Magpie Tales 51

Chipped red bricks pathway /

 Dull echo less footfalls left /

Seems familiar yet distant //

Rejection

Empty Eyes,

Bereft of Emotions /

Empty Lips,

Bereft of Speech /

Empty Hands,

Bereft of Warmth /

Empty Mind,

Bereft of Thought /

Empty Heart,

Bereft of Feelings /

Empty Books,

Bereft of Words /

Empty Music,

Bereft of Melody /

Empty Room,

Bereft of Voice / 

Empty House,

Bereft of Company /

Empty Dreams,

Bereft of Hope /

Empty Present,

Bereft of a Future //

Like a kite set adrift on a bleak greying sky /

Like a wound that no longer bleeds but leaves a dull ache /

Like a barren land that knows no growth //

Emptiness that transcends

The boundaries of Time and Space /

Emptiness, Emptiness, Emptiness, 

That Rejection brings in its Wake //

Added to Poetry Potluck

An Old Ode To Troubled Times

There I was flying

high above the ocean

with dreams that blinded me,

brighter than the sun I sought to catch..

and then without warning,

my wings, I see no longer ...

I crashed headlong 

broken into a million pieces.

have reached the dead end -

and the noose looms large

to be soon round my thick neck

tightening with the passage of time.

Immunity from pain and joy alike

my wild oats crumbled and scattered

by the wild stormy winds of power

a path of no retreat.

I slink to the corner

taking comfort in the dark

lying awake many nights unseen

nursing hidden wounds to the heart and mind.

The scorching heat of thoughtless minds 

 have melted my protective armour

leaving me unprepared, unprotected

unsure and unwilling.

Good intentions, mistimed

add little to clear my woes.

I whimper soundless and

sometimes a raging torrent.

Desolation, isolation I foresee

is what life has in store for me.

(wrote this 13 years ago...my failure to clear my C.A/C.P.A finals driving me to a state of depression and an immense sense of a failure...)

(It may seem  immature in places...the fault is entirely mine...)

You Were There

Eyes that twinkled with the 

glimmering light of far away stars, 

They gazed at me 

as though I was their rock star.

Lips that lisped sweet words

in my soul, a chord was struck,

They made mundane words seem

more precious than the preciouss.

Tiny hands that wiped away

the invisible tears I shed,

On my cheeks they felt

like the softest of silks.

The warm body that hugged

sharing all the love it possessed,

The vibe that I sensed 

of the special bond created

The look that you gave reflected

wisdom way beyond your years, 

as though you somehow understood

the pain and ache behind the false smiles.

You gave me something

No one else can ever give,

The warm glow of a million suns

that light up my dark days and nights.

With you around

life is easier to face,

my strength, my sanity,

my joy, my grace.

 Just remember in

 the days yet to be,

This heart will beat for you

as yours did beat for me.

( Dedicated to my tiny powerhouse of a nephew Sid, 

whose innocence and love helped me through my darkest year )