When Imaginations fly...

When the day sets afar with the Sun
The queen of evenings peeps through her veil..
Alike the bride blushing scarlet,
As she dissolves in her new found delight
All that’s dreary and withers away..
All that was gloom till last night.

And someone alights a blown out candle
Renewing the vigour of a new dusk in life
Along the horizon where thoughts cease to wane..
Across the courtyard where dreams shimmer bright..

When grief conquers the course of life,
And the sun adieus with a tear and a sigh
When despair gathers murk too dense
To behold the zenith of the twilight..
Someone stretches a hand through the mist
Someone, who is nowhere in sight..

Somewhere the mind trails a wrong way
Somethings make it falter to sway
Somewhere the mind faces its end
Someone it seeks as its only friend..

Times when solitude throttles every might
Deserting behind with multitudes of plight,
The kiss of a breeze whispers it all
That beyond here there’s nowhere to fall..
From where the sky gathers all its white
And hopes fly high and free as a kite.

It's been an year...

...And the day has come again. Its one of those things that, of late, I have awaited the least. And yet, its here again..with all its hues of blight. Its again that I wished to wake up a little late, and cry a bit more into the midnight. To drive recklessly down the streets, oblivious of what may happen, or is yet to happen. And search for a blue under the city's sky which always seems somewhat incomplete without him. The blue that is reminiscent of thousands of tears and tussels, panics and promises. And the blue furry overcoat that he wished to buy for his twins. Its again, yet again, that I clawed my fists to fight a few tears back. And wished learning to play the flute to allure someone to stay back a few more moments. I wished in the least to do this to him today. But yet again, I had to bid him farewell with another counterfeit smiling face. It haunts me to see the innocent smile on his face. For the times I've wronged him, and ruthlessly stained that innate innocence. And on the way to the victory of my fruitless pride, losing the piece of himself he asked me to secure. God, it kills me like anything. And how hopelessly I crave to beg him on my knees..for a single moment of atonement. Maybe he'll never ask for an apology..And may lend his hand to guide me through this redemption. Maybe I'll never know how he felt when the last bend made us go out of sight..Or what he had to say apart from wiping my tears. Maybe I'll never know how many nights I've made him cry..And how long. Maybe I'll never know him crying..Or he'll never show anything but a smile. But it's been an year. An year less than the years we're destined to stay apart. And an year towards the future we have painted together. And yet, another year, of what makes you feel proud of. I'll miss him. His innocent smiles. His earnest attempts to make me smile some more. And the image of my helpless smiles in his eyes. For he has indeed being the one, who has brought about the eternal spring in my life..painted my days green and nights scarlet, like the imminent rains resting on the evening sky..and fabricated the abstract essence of happiness somewhere between the troughs and crests of my life.

To the City of Joy...

I look out of my window pane
this sulky winter morning
As my eyeballs meander through
the imminent fog,
the upcoming mist,
and the dew that promised with it another tryst..
And they meander towards the defeated Sun,
wait, not the Sun, nor the baring trees
but the fragments of my city
these black balls can perceive,
within their limited boundaries..
And how many such fragments went unnoticed.
Some distant bustling thoroughfare
A few dwellers off the street ..
Somewhere a crammed yellow brick road
Dealing with God's unkind treat.
A few fleeting smiles
and some equally morbid tears ;
Some forged consolations
And some hard-to-defy fears.
I hear someone screaming for life
before me a nightmare flashes..
As I see glimpses of my country
getting reduced to ashes.
I look back towards my city
The happy, selfish lives thriving in it ..
Happy to be blessed,
Selfish to be untouched,
sitting on the nation's safest seat.
And that unnamed yellow brick road,
Shivering with this omnipresent terror
Shrouded in the wrath of a blanket
To beat this heat, uncalled for. ..
And a despising vision of the city
With no more of this prejudice, that havoc can destroy.
And with the timeless prayer
to that unkind Almighty
To keep this haven the City of Joy..

Growth curves...

I'm entirely and outright a jobless person as of now...and possibly that's why such strange things are cropping up in my cerebral lump and crowding all at a time. Just last night I dreamt about something quite weird; not really absurd,but weird enough to be the substance of a dream...all owing to the utterly vague and pointless thoughts taking advantage of my idle mind. I may well frame the name of my book as "Worhless Thoughts Of A Redundant Mind" , quite understandably, its contents not being taken into consideration.

All right, so returning to my inane dream...I guess for all those faces reading this, I can afford to bring across a smile out of the realisation of the unfathomable stupidity ruling me now. As a matter of fact, last night I dreamt about my purse(Ya,again as a matter of fact...yes I AM weird). Its the same old, bulky off-white purse I bought from shopper's stop and the one I used to hate...that has been claiming my dreams now. I remember how I deadly wished to throw it when every time I had to take it out of the bag for punching the smart card, being already late to college...and had a hard time gripping it within my little palm for paying the auto fare while sitting in the front right vulnerable seat of the auto-rickshaw. I wished to tear it down to pieces of no use...As it is it seemed quite cumbersome to carry all the time. So this quite-obviously-unawaited dream surprised even myself to no end, but there's a bit of history behind it which may well serve to explain this contradiction. ..

It was just last weekend that mom decided to acquire the shopper's stop first citizen membership card and henceforth designated me as the associate card-bearer. And due to fathomable reasons, chose me to keep both the cards in my purse...since she might not be able, or interested, to have access to the shop as frequently as I do. Now that's it...that's all of the history behind my dream. But mom's decision was influential enough to give me a mental push towards adulthood, my new unseen craze after being eighteen. My concious mind prided itself with the thought of acquiring a card only meant for those 18 years and up...having conferred with the first taste of being adult, while the subconcious psyche had already started picturing the metamorphosized facade of an already hefty purse. I dreamt of my purse having become bulkier, brimming and bursting out of its contents, some indespensable requisites of a modern century grown-up woman. It filled me with a sense of pride rummaging through the numerous pockets of my purse containing my college ID-card, cyber card, driving license, debit card, BCL membership card and citizenship cards of some top shopping outlets of the city. It seemed to overflow with all that it housed inside and for the first time I felt blessed to possess something such cumbersome. Not taking into account the style and sophistication quotient, it was a wholly novel feeling to sense myself growing up...which rightly geared me to admire and gratify my hideous-turned-delightful possession, coz all that matters at the end of the day has to be my thing's utility. And, not to forget, how strong a catalysing effect it can exert on my growth and me having its timely realisation.