Sunday, November 21, 2010
Staring at the vast mountain,
I perceived the essence of solitude,
The sense of being far away alone.
The pale blue sky turned scarlet,
Temperature changed from warm to cold,
Purple Darkness dominated Daylight,
But still i stood there,
Me and my shadow,
Much too alone,
Never tiring of staring at the horizon,
Watching the sun go down leisurely,
Tasting the warm glow of solitude,
Rising and tossing within me,
Threatening to outpour its brim
One fine day...
Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
- Francis Bacon
Saturday, November 13, 2010
As the dark wind started howling,
I heard whispers calling my name.
Unknown voices whispering in the dark,
laughing softly beckoning me.
I heard them echoing in the dark woods,
the whispers knew only i could hear.
My soul lay drunken, bewitched,
Into the whispers, it sought shelter.
My pace quickening unwillingly,
legs dragging me to their tunes.
I searched and searched for the source,
alas, my eyes found no mortal close by.
I tried to listen hard,
unaware of what they are trying to convey.
I caught a word barely against the rough wind,
"Beware, Beware!!" was all i could hear.
A chill ran through my spine,
Fear ripped across my heart,
Away from the whispers,
I ran through the dark night...
Friday, November 5, 2010
As the first sound of crackers boom in the sky,
My heart gladdens at the arrival of Diwali again.
People old or young welcome this festival of lights,
A joyful day full of happiness for all the souls.
Shedding the darkness by lighting oil lamps,
the colorful flower pots such a bliss to view.
My lips curve with joy as i survey the magic of Diwali,
the silver dazzling fireworks materializing in the night sky.
Today is a day to celebrate and make merry,
Make someone else smile and feel the true joy.
So Let us hope with each passing Diwali,
We never forget to pray and live for others.