Trapped

The flute played a sad note,

The text typed did not seem right,

The words exchanged were deranged,

The emotions sampled were deliberately trampled.

Moving on to a new dawn she sang a song,

Commitments were wrongly drawn,

The prayers false to Gods wrong,

Destiny crushed for enemy's lust.

On that pedestal where do I go,

I came here on your flow,

I am but what I am,

Time trapped the man in me,

Trapped in my love to thee.

Blind, to the blind faith,

Wrath in me seals my fate,

I will live or die by your shut out gate,

My poisonous lead to munch on her golden plate.

Note: Love is a gift from the gods and the most coveted emotion in the world, and yet, one can feel but trapped if things don't work out  -  trapped in emotions, time and space....

Wordless

I am wordless
But full of thoughts
Wishes and plots
The goods that I desire
The bads that I wish off
The memories that I love
The desires that I crave
The people I wish alive
The beasts among them dead
The happiness I dream of
The routines I could do away with
You know it all, Dear God.

No words have I to tell you all
No words you need to stand me tall
My silence and my prayers
Say it loud and clear
My wordlessness is but testimony
That with you listening to me
I have no fear.

 

Note: What else can I tell you.....Sometimes it is time to talk to Mr God, and strangely one doesnt know what exactly to say....

Black Pearls

Forty years ago,

A holiday in the snow,

Walking in the woods,

Digging my feet below,

I came across a tree,

Marked like an irritated witch,

With that attractive glitch,

I was drawn to it,

And as I stood by,

A string of Black Pearls

Fell over my head,

As if deliberately,

Aimed by some spy.

Oh, for the warmth,

And the daze,

Sheer beauty and glaze,

I touched it with my fingers,

And felt a surge

Of energy waves,

I looked around

For anyone who could

Tell me what

This was all about,

But when no one

Was to be seen,

I turned back,

And walked to

The holiday inn,

Looked myself in

The mirror, and

Found me to be

Twenty years younger!!

Was this the mantra,

Wear the Black Pearls

And you look

Pretty and young as ever,

With time I discovered it's power,

And played it the way

No one else could gather,

It was my life's secret,

To wear the pearls,

And never to grow

Old or to shred.

Taking advantage of

The dark miraculous string

of Black Pearls,

I rose to the stage of

Theatre and films,

Gathered name and fame,

I was 'the dame',

People came to see me,

To feel me and to know me,

Oh, what a craze I was,

At eighty, I looked

Young and wellfed,

A dashing beauty with brains,

I was a sought after maid.

But every night

When I was at last alone,

I would keep the

Black Pearls on the table,

Beside my bed,

And breathe easy,

Sleep like a baby,

Freshen up the next day,

Wear the Black Pearls,

And admire myself

In the mirror,

Get ready for a new day.

Somewhere down the line,

I had forgotten that I was a human,

Had done it all that there was to do,

Had seen it all that there was to see,

No one had loved me for I wasnt free,

My secret held me so hard,

I couldnt breathe about it to a soul,

Though the world knew me as smart,

I was getting tired of it all,

It was as beautiful world,

And more than a hundred years

On it did I stroll,

But suddenly, I wanted it all no more.

I wanted to be loved,

And just couldnt settle on that score,

Suddenly, life became a burden,

All this name and fame,

To hell with them,

Damn the bloody Black Pearls,

They had cheated me in this game,

For the greed of beauty and youth,

I had compromised on happiness,

Love and a life of truth.

Oh God! Forgive me so,

Turn back the clock,

Tread me on the snow,

Where I found those

Blasted Black Pearls,

But I was too tired to go,

So I pulled the Black Pearls

Out of my neck,

And for once and for all,

And flung them away

As far as they could go

Breathing was easier now,

The song of the birds

Hummed into my ears,

The butterflies, I noticed

Through my tears,

The music of flowing water

Beat into my soul,

Dear me, what else did I miss,

In all these years

That I have tread,

On this magnificent celestial bowl?

Death came to me with eternal charm,

After a week of deep spiritual calm,

I was glad to have learnt my lesson,

Nature has its course and plan,

I wish I had followed its norm,

And lived life in full form,

As my spirit left my body,

I looked back at it with glee,

There lay an old woman,

All gray and wrinkles,

Ugly she was,

And almost in shambles,

And yet, the peace on her face,

Stood her with grace.

We come into this earth,

All with a purpose,

Sticking to the way nature loves it,

Should be pleasure offered in full dose,

May no one ever find those

Black Pearls again,

May wisdom prevail

On every woman,

May love and longing be with them,

Who wants to remain a pretty dame.

Note: Darkness comes in many forms...

Grey Hound

Gorgeous and lovely,
beautiful was she,
happy go lucky,
merry as one can be,
sheltered with love,
groomed with care,
what was life to her,
but blessings so fair,
to fail, she knew not
what it was,
boredom never touched
her busy doors,
life was but a garden
of fragrant red roses
all the way, and yet,
as she turned twenty,
the plenty she had,
did not make her sway.

Her heart craved,
for more of
she knew not what,
the garden did not
charm her anymore,
nor did the
wealth and success
she knew she was
so lucky to have,
and hence one night,
when the new moon
that wasnt so bright,
she glided away
from the luxury
of her mansion,
looking she knew not
for what,
but, god knew,
she felt no tension.

He found her
fast asleep
under an acacia tree,
what a beauty,
a scene he knew
he would not
forget in a hurry,
wondering whether
he should wake her,
or leave her
in her land of nod,
he sat close to her,
and did not move
from the spot,
not daring to
caress her lovely hair,
or touch her cheek
with all flair,
or kiss her
softly on the lips,
dear god, when would
she wake up, this miss?

Love a first sight,
or was it a magical delight,
that they spent hours,
and days and weeks,
together in the woods,
living off love,
or something like love,
that spurng all over,
dishes and food,
a hut he made for her,
chopping woods
in gladness that it was
mild summer,
he taught her to cook
and clean and sew,
and she knew now,
what she missed
was everything thing new,
happiness shone on
her beautiful face,
forgotten was the
whole world,
and its every race.

A month of
togetherness,
and the emotion
which may have been
sheer love was
just a day away,
and she thought
to surprise him,
with something
different today,
she strung leaves
and wove a dress,
cooked food,
hoping he would be
very much impressed,
she waited for him
to be back that day,
until night came
and went away,
four nights
and four days
went by as she lay,
weak and wanting,
until her dad
found her almost dying.

Who was he,
that had
shown her life
the way she
never knew before,
who was he
that taught
her to love
from her heart's core,
who was he
that loved her
for a month,
and left her
without a hope,
who was he
who dared to use her
like a store,
who was he
who discarded her,
disregarded her,
hurting her
like life was
worth no more,
oh dad, thank you
for saving her
from the world,
where black
was black
which she had heard of,
and white was
the way she knew it,
but the shade of gray
that she was unaware of,
was the worst of all,
and she wished today
she hadn't ventured
from her position to fall.

 Note: A poetic narrative that lets you flow along with it. Sometimes girls learn it the hard way...

Who Knows If You Don't

I am what I am

Who I am

However I am

A skewed old thakur

Or a weak limping lout

Who knows if you don’t

That I know what is honor

More than the most

And what it is

To be living by the words

I may have a very abrupt mind

And hard views on issues

But I am no debauch

Nor I am mentally challenged

There is not an iota

Of sinful side in me.

I am dedicated

Focused and verbose

And pure to my love

Yes, I can hate for no reason

I can burn on an issue

Take a staunch stand

For which I will die

If I have to.

I am Dutybound

And definitely Envygreen

And I live by my promises

To love and cherish

Come sunshine or rain

Roses or pain.  

Maybe I am illogical

Beyond the point of no return

In loving as I do

So,Death, I don’t fear

Love, I nurture at all costs

And yet, life is worth dying

When my love wishes me death

Hence, when you escape to live

I stand to die!

Note: Sometimes people think they are not understood as they want to be understood. Another thoughtful effort by MSJaswal the author of Timed Out.

A Dragon In Love

Centuries have gone waving by

And I have roamed all over from sky to sky

Looking for my 'lavender love' for years and years

Facing the attacks of a million of spears

Firing my way through the woods

Terrorizing beasts in warying moods.

It all began when I spotted a colony of humans

Some were lovely and some were demons

I spied upon a gorgeous and beautiful woman

And stole her away with no intension of a ransom

I flew off with her to my cloudy abode

I was sure she would be enchanted by the mode.

But she never did smile at me

So dipped in sheer unhappiness was she

I fell in love with her with passion and glee

The way I was, she never really saw me

To make her happy I did my utmost best

I worked to give her treasures, crest after crest.

Then I realized that it was but a futile exercise

Some things just dont work like clockwork mice

After deliberations and thoughts on a newmoon phase

I sadly picked her up and through the sky did race

Carefully, I placed her back on her golden bed

Gave her one last glance and from there I forever fled.

Still, through the centuries I wait and wait

Hoping she will change her mind and be my mate

I cling on to the memory of her in her lavender gown

Dying myself in that hue even though I was silvery brown

Maybe I will see her some day before very long

If not, let me fade away like some sad old song

 

Note: This poem captures the very essence of wanting to feel loved. It flows on a brook of enchantment on its journey to the ocean of beauty, where it shows its aesthetical waves and syllabical foam...