But No Answer.

I bury love deep,

under mounds of circumstances

and then call it out loud.

But no answer.

 

 

I prestidigitate love,

from thin air in infinite moments

and then try to remember.

But no memory.

 

 

I met love a few times

on an endless road with vast distance

and then walked ahead in sunshine.

But no shadow.

 

 

I held love in my hands,

looked straight through, deep inside

and then sought my loss.

But no regrets.

Raindrop

Gushing from the corners of sky,

Like a wind, he bestows kisses on my skin.

I feel the wetness, he's as pure as driven snow.

I want to feel him more

But I don't want him to be impure.

As, he is my raindrop.

 

Striding ahead in the gusts of wind.

Like an arrow, he makes his way.

I drop down with amazement, he's a surprise.

I want to see him shine as a pearl

But I don't want him to slip by.

As, he is my raindrop.

 

Dancing upon the leaf, with swiftness.

Like a danseur, he moves about.

I eye him eagerly, he has an allure.

I want him to linger on for more

But I don't want him to drop a fall.

As, he's my raindrop.

 

 

This poem is a response to Ali Sohani's "Snowflake".

 

http://alisohani.wordpress.com/2014/04/20/snowflake/

Demons Inside.

There were demons out and some lay inside,

I rest myself in a peaceful hide.

There is a tarnished strength and my deprived soul.

No wonder, I can never be whole.

 

I struggled across the trenches and mountains.

I weaved my way through the maze of luck.

I, then stood upfront and bore disdain.

 

I seek my way to my inner self.

That pure light which is still blazed.

I seek my way to my former strength.

That I had once and proudly attained.

She Fell In Love. (1)

She fell in love with the sparks that enkindled their young thoughts.

She fell in love with the words and feeling she had fought.

She loved the way he molded his words into embers that light.

Smoked the soul, ignited the fire, an arsonist she couldn't fight.

There had been times, times like these before.

When she was looking and searching for more.

Never did she think she will find one day.

Out of the blue, so sudden, it took her through dismay.

She fell in love how the moments passed by.

She fell in love how the words touched the soul.

How simple emotions were touching the hearts.

They filled the holes of her ripped soul.

He was there so perfect, she knew, her memories revived.

They spoke their thoughts, for endless moments they survived.

One of such moments ceased her by surprise.

Perhaps he was so perfect and from the paradise.

She was under the spell of words that could be felt.

She seeped them in, only to make her heart melt.

The words kept flowing through her rushing blood.

She had been crushed before but emerged as a new bud.

 

Past.

When I look back at the past,

the days that have gone so fast.

I breathe, I remember, I redeem.

I want to be free.

Free, from this memory cage.

The smiles, the tears, the pain.

the loss, the punish, the gain,

the beauty, the innocent, the beast,

the love, the prayers, the feasts.

The nostalgic moments.

The somber moments.

The times are gone and now will never come.

Though I will move on.

I will brace myself,

this part of me will still aberrate in the past.

It will stay behind.

That bit of me which has been ripped.

The piece of me which is lost and nipped.