Thursday 10 March 2011

Mukti


                                                                           

BARRED

















A matchstick in mouth,
Holding it by teeth,
The same old torn hat and,
The quest as I breathe.

Thought of a journey,
Till I find sea,
The sea where the geese are,
The place is for me.

She wanted to come with,
But you know by now,
Leaving a home means,
A field not to plough.

So I took myself,
With some tits and bits,
Will buy some happiness,
From someone who meets.

Devoid of any longings,
Anything to hold,
I must go to the sea,
Too firm and too bold.

Then a long voyage,
Would start to be lost,
Through the high icebergs,
And Snows and the frost.

Thought of that and then,
I struck by my heart,
Who will be warmth then,
She asked at the start.

Wondered by her question,
As I looked back,
Found me in the same home,
Like old books in rack.

Sitting in the couch,
Then I realise,
Wonderlust is not that I want,
To be that precise.

So I Stopped thinking,
About dreams absurd,
Thought of that person,
Who stopped me and barred.

Something within her,
Did all these to me,
Could not I set off,
My journey to sea.



Wednesday 9 March 2011

A FORTRESS BY SEA




Was living in a dream,
Sporting nightingale tears,
Wearing a day long melancholy
And a distant music that soothes my ears.

Suddenly my path strucks a wall,
A wall that's very old,
I tried to find the entrance
Where memories were sold.

Saplings and grasses have covered it all,
With a feeling of gesture that creates a home,
Surprised and lost I stood by the wall,
Discovering a small way that leads to the dome.

It was a fortress,
A fortress by sea,
It forgot its history,
Its glory, its spree.

Standing in front of her monumental high,
I saw a sea that never can end,
Blue and grey ripples were rising, collapsing,
But there's a rhythm that I want to lend.

Enchanted with joy,
Aroused by her,
I sang a long prayer,
That crosses the bar.

Long after the moments,
As twilinght struck me,
All over a new spirit
Was possesed by thee.

But I then enjoyed,
Rejuvenated and quiet,
Selfishly leaving her in the dark,
I came down from that height.

On my way to the town,
Thought thousand times,
Should I go back and hug,
Those songs and rhymes.

Something inside me,
Pulled me away,
A call from my sweet home,
That made me do sway.

I returned to the niche,
A place that called home,
But if I get chance now,
Will definitely roam.

Around those places,
Those saplings and trees,
Where there I must find,
My fortress by sea.

Tuesday 1 March 2011

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