In bits and pieces

What I lost never goes away,

It stays in bits and pieces

Blotch of red in heart!!!!!!!!!!

Pain lodged chocking in forever and ever..

Sounds of laughter stolen away...

When I had fell apart

Its frightens to look beyond the horizon,

Emptied upon for life yet to be.......

Dark hopes

As Maya looked at her self in mirror for few moments transfixed at her reflection, memories flooded, she heard her mother’s voice, “theres my angel kissing her lovingly”, from a distant past and that was her first out on her own to her friends birthday party. Naina didn’t want her daughter to be sent alone but Maya persuaded her mom because she knew her mother perfectly well that, it was difficult for her to say no to Maya. She was dressed in pink her favorite party wears and though she was just 10, even then she had a fair sense of dressing.She started on her own bicycle adding her ear wears perfectly matching to her dress. Waving excitedly to her mom she started thinking all the wonderful things that were awaiting her in the birthday party of her best friend Nathasha.Looking at the gift she had bought for her using her pocket money, Maya rode proudly, her head held high. On her way as she rode past her favorite shop,she came across a frilled frock in pink and just loved it.she looked at her watch she was still an hour early that was the way of her mother.

She stopped by and got in and was surprised to see a stranger for she expected her buddy Ben, She liked Ben even before she could gather her memory up and Ben always had chocolates to retreat his kid customers. But this man re treated her in a friendly air too. Her eyes were all on the new frock and she was wondering how her friends would get around her when she adorned herself in the new attire. The man knew what was in her mind and got the frock from the show case and asked to try it on .though hesitant at the start she couldn’t contain herself for long and gave way to the frills. With all her childhood charm she took it and went on to the changing room, after that what really happened she didn’t have a clew; what she knew was she didn’t like his sweat on her and the smoke of cigar that was still on him was slowing carried on to her, the way he held her she wanted to run away to mom. Mom’s lap was the safest place to hide on whenever she felt insecure but now what was happening was beyond she could fathom. And finally he looked into those frightened eyes and in a threatening voice told her not to tell anyone . She didn’t know what was in that voice still she never let this secret out not even to her mom who was her best friend till then. She ran out of there ran out of fear ,out of disgust, out of helplessness, out of those feeling she didn’t even know ever existed. She ran till those feet could carry her and rest just faded into  memory though.

 

It seemed like yesterday to Maya, sometimes it seemed like, it happened to someone else and she were a mere spectator. Standing in front of those innocent gals looking at her filled in hopes, she just knew where to start from a story perhaps some her own some what she had acquired during her work working for rehabilitation of such gals. Now she knew the reason why sometimes life chooses its tremor upon somepeople and for all of it she had no complaints. And she smiled straight from the heart a smile that’s hungry to fill in those face who were all a victim of Maya’s kind. And thus was born DARK HOPES.

Sidewalk

Lingering sorrowing

Are beautifully embroidered to soul

Rainbow after rain…
The green thin blade of grass white-violet winter flower,

Fine chiseled gravel, 
all welcoming the fog; mist all that sends a chill across

My eyes still diligent to all….like an owl blind to all wonder around

Single leaf still lingering from loosened twig; drop of water yet to drool off…..

Wellspring..

 Clasped to the hum

Of gentle hem and haw of lily,

Hearing the blustering billow..

Of the soul-inspiring breeze,

The exhilarating beauty of summer night

That’s lost under vicious sun

Mystic wonder lingering in..

Frozen silence floating through air..

And thirst to grip its freshness
or sigh to see the twinkling leaf,

And watch the waving bough

Wishing for another winter to borrow

Footsteps of bliss walking away .

I’m learning the harder way that no season lasts forever..

As the sun quickly fades into a lifeless beauty

This will also pass on…

Nature though deaf and blind,

always speaks its heart to the one who listens..

Umbra

On the cimmerian wings of night

In around and through

I hear a voice faraway

Cauldron of dreams and fallen petals..

Darkening night,

Of faith and fervor

As though darkest is yet to be…

Let them all render in me,

As the crescent castaway ..

Im still wildly longing for yet another mystic orb.

 Twinkling stars to comfort the night

I look upon with a calm unruffled brow

And my soul ceases again….

IM HOME!!!!!!!!!!!

Beneath the morning moon

Basking sun rays glint in

Fading moon, blurring away

A whip of moist breeze

I blinked undeterred

Upon fluttering butterfly

Coloured wonder

Drawing a sigh trying to find

Beautiful words to match the marvel

Listening to cricket fading off to nowhere..

The chirrup all around me cheering me up

Peck of woodpecker rhyming up

As my steps take me home aroma of my favourite coffee filling in…

I sit back in my cosy comfort of my pillow and sip in

And IM HOME!!!!!!!!!

en route......

There is sea of emotions in heart that sometimes ebb away or most often drift into whirlpool,but seldom expressed in words...

Silence is the language and they go unnoticed

Eyes play the game not paying heed

Sometimes as a whimper sometimes as mute tear...

Still my mind is afresh as a morning breeze how I do it I know not...

As the breeze play the hushed lullaby I wish,

They could carry the veiled thoughts,

So I can drift away like a feather

But somehow the personal treasure is difficult to shed away with but to be buried deep in..

Foundation for a new day I call, experience the failed ones name..

Still rooted and quiescent how can my heart be flooded with emotion???

I’m still amazed to watch each golden rays of dawning sun flaxing me…

Life is not an undone canvas, but an empty canvas to be done with colours of essence and zest for life itself..

There’s no point to be let it be black and white or with a shade of grey but with all the marvel at its best.

Ordeal

Many a time I failed to listen to the
Silence creeping in…
Like the departing dusk
The last ray went with no good bye.
Even on a cold winters my heart warm,
Can hear every unsung song in rhythm of time.
No one leaves a wreath of flowers to the departing spring
For you know one day she’ll return in all her beauty
But what about those lonely sand dune,
Awaiting a drop of life
Knowing none will come forever,
The long await never ceases

On a new day...

In solitude with monsoon breeze for company

I look up to see the dark clouds hovering heavy

Dark cloud covering the mighty sun

I see the silver lining bright and beautiful

Lightning strikes and the first drop of rain

Wrapping me up with the fragrance,

Mystic and ecstatic.

Still listening to chime somewhere far

The music of the bells fading out in the downpour

I capture every moment of the serenity deep into my soul