Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Cobble Stones Break Away






Cobble stones break away
from austere quiet pavements
soon enough the faint echoes
of receding footsteps won’t remain
fallen leaves tremble in askance
in hope and in vain
but do copper sands remember
the musks of bygone rains?
In slender volumes of poetry
Dry petals of once cherished orchids
Wilt again in the knowledge that
Forgotten words often forget
The ethers gently laced within
The lines of someone’s fervent emotion
And the crinkles of sepia tinted pages
are all that mark the journey
of true tears across a dusky cheek
Amid random thoughts,
a lost moment’s question glints
like nagari’s silver anklet
broken, never lost, never missed
if I held you hand
if I was possessed in yours
when did our fingers let go?






The Firmament Cries











Whenever the firmament cries
and loud the thunder roars,
I get reminded of those ugly days
when in want of more and more,
I left my home with temper and rage
sad, and with my ego hurt
I flew away from the "golden cage"
with a dream of doing something great
"I'll toil I'll work I shall"
Full of overwhelming confidence and pride
that had to come before my fall
Still lacking the will to face it all,
I rode away from home on the horse of pride.
Not knowing, the future, dark
for which I have repented and cried
Cause there's no place like the one we call home
where a sapling is nourished 
to become a capable tree
to yield the fruits of satisfaction so free
This day I could only wish
"My horse of guilt,take me back home"