In A Marina

As I stood there to exchange my thoughts,

In a peaceful marina, for a role-play

Together with the gigantic ocean,

Cunningly looking at me;

The cluttered waves ponder their feelings

That I unwillingly wish to listen to them.

A subtle confession reckoned my ears,

And afterward, a soul,

I’ve which has an ideal contrast

Of the other phase of my life;

The one I have yet to find extinct.

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Perspective

It’s time to choose

Who you’re and know

How hard I’m, unlike us!

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Identity

Words of mystery

Flew in the face of

My life- a satire.

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Miracles

Miracles

Days and years passed

In the natural flow of time

Along with the memories and choices.

The wideness of my thoughts shortens

As if a change has happened.

Pain kills the blanket of happiness

Inside the chamber of a true heart,

The one with a bloodless face.

But later, I think like an idiot,

And found a supremacy over my creativity

Again and again with a hoe.

At the end of that day,

I realized, I’m so unique

In a miraculous world of experiences.

The Dreaming Soul

As I got down from the Train
I saw so many new faces
Every person had a tale to share
Every person had something to tell
I stood there trapped in the lane
Looking to hold on to that
Which silently slipped again and again

I tried again, tried real hard..
But there was something that was not visible to my eye..
Something that I could feel was there.. Somewhere near..
It called me in many ways..
And I went among the crowd.. To a direction unknown..!

Finally, I found him there
With a completely new face
And a much better outfit.
He is not a kid anymore,
Though I loved the way he looked like.
It kept me standing there for a few seconds,
But with a hope to understand who am I?

There was something surreal about the reflection
I couldn’t pin what it meant
Was he a part of my inner soul
Or was I dreaming with open eyes
With so much to ponder
With so much to think
I got lost in the thoughts
As I forgot to blink

Several memories flashed by..
I didn’t know which one to relate..
I was lost in my own thoughts..
Lost in my own world..
When suddenly somebody pushed me accidently..
I got a little confused..
Coming to reality with a sudden knock..!

Gosh! Where the hell am I?
Either in a dreamy or real world?
What happened to me?
Where is my inner soul?
This was not an unexpected reality,
But a painful alarm I had been waiting for.
My identity was hidden behind his shadow.
Perhaps, this moment has a few more things to tell about myself.

PS: Another group blogging post I had written together with Shruti Fatehpuria (http://ashadeofpen.wordpress.com/) and Swati Jain (http://simplyswatij.wordpress.com/) from India, with whom I always do try to keep in touch whenever time permits. For me, these 2 girls were perfect strangers, but they already knew towards each other since their childhood onwards. Those who have been looking forward to read a number of heartfelt pieces of poetry and personal thoughts, please do stop by their blogs and have a fantastic reading time there. Have a great Sunday ahead for all of you. God bless. xoxo

Fool’s Creation

He is a fool!

An indolent laughing stock for others.

His mad thoughts,

Unwitting mind,

Strange look,

Disorderly behavior,

Idle character,

And….?

And…!

The ability to show inconclusive,

Abrupt stupidity for no reason;

Every inert situation

Keeps him alone among others.

They always say, he is abnormal!

He can’t become a brave human being,

At least a morally good soul.

If they can accept his madness,

Why do they hate his heart to heart outputs?

Feelings and emotions can break any rules,

But why can’t they break their foolish judgement about him?

Never say you’re one among them!

It’ll definitely break one’s heart,

Who has creations which can truly inspire the world.

Wait for his turn;

Don’t spend your time for him though.

I really don’t know,

Who is actually a fool?

Who is normal and abnormal here?

If the world needs him,

And he deserves the world,

No one except he can stop him!!

Statue

Sometimes feelings are just overwhelming statues;

With eyes and ears closed,

Bow in its sinuous mood,

Make scratches on your true heart,

And count stars yelling above your precipitous head.

If you can’t conquer anything from such garbled deflections,

This is the right time for you to raise your voices.

Raise your voices!

Alas! Raise your voices.

Don’t be so shy in front of an unswerving statue;

You are not deaf or dumb to alter for a strange icon.

No one is going to stop you;

Or at least please don’t try to change yourself for one,

Even if  that someone is whom you really do care about for so long.

In fact! This is your life.

Indeed! This is your life,

Though I’m not gonna exchange my visions to feed through it.