To whose voice does the soul adheres
To which all color the essence smears
Again how a personality is sculptured
And the apparel one’s character wears
Architect of feelings and imaginations
The incarnation of the smiles and tears
It is the heart or may be it is the brain
That will assess the courage and fears
Is the feel significant or is it a thought
The right answer just doesn’t appears
Even one kind of bafflement prevails
Insistently haunting from yester years
Tidal emotions fenced by conscience
With attempts to break over frontiers
An ambiguity of insight by the senses
Seen by mind which even heart hears
Often a tryst to discern the emotions
But in vain as perception never clears
Whom to listen, where pay attention
The decision is obstructed by barriers
But it’s faith, that there’ll be answers
In midst of hope, this the soul swears
Is it heart vs. brain or brain by heart
Into the obscurity the temper sneers
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
WHEN I AM WITH YOU
When I am with you, I am nowhere else
With exuberant passion, heart too quells
I am lost in ecstasy with vivid thoughts
Weaving my emotions in ties and knots
In turbulent attire, the conscience dwells
Redeeming the feelings within the soul
Finding myself playing the mystic role
Of a devotee who in the worship excels
These moments of togetherness ensues
The senses of one’s opinion and views
That’s subtly enchanted by magic spells
Reading through the unknown chapter
Of perceptions that I dream to capture
From the tales of fairies and the angels
Loosing myself gradually into divinity
Tantalizing my senses through infinity
Wondering how silence hears and tells
While learning the speech of the eyes
Due to which a heart smiles and cries
Intriguing always in relentless sequels
It’s just like a utopia, calm and serene
The pleasures neither heard nor seen
Now who cares for heavens and hells
With exuberant passion, heart too quells
I am lost in ecstasy with vivid thoughts
Weaving my emotions in ties and knots
In turbulent attire, the conscience dwells
Redeeming the feelings within the soul
Finding myself playing the mystic role
Of a devotee who in the worship excels
These moments of togetherness ensues
The senses of one’s opinion and views
That’s subtly enchanted by magic spells
Reading through the unknown chapter
Of perceptions that I dream to capture
From the tales of fairies and the angels
Loosing myself gradually into divinity
Tantalizing my senses through infinity
Wondering how silence hears and tells
While learning the speech of the eyes
Due to which a heart smiles and cries
Intriguing always in relentless sequels
It’s just like a utopia, calm and serene
The pleasures neither heard nor seen
Now who cares for heavens and hells
Saturday, July 25, 2009
THIS IS DISEASE
It is about that which is called disease
As when it appears, snatches my ease
Again my strength seems to decrease
The sense of wellness seems to cease
Along with it, eyes get red and teary
As my whole being seems too weary
The neck pains and the voice chokes
As limbs ask for massage and strokes
With a desire for this pain to appease
From within one will feel sick and ill
Having intake of the capsule and pill
With hope to recover and to get well
This yearning I can’t describe or tell
I plead for help bending on my knees
Because of this one can’t do his task
All he wants is to lie down and bask
Of remedies and cures they are told
By kind too words they’re consoled
May be somehow stress will release
At one time, can’t be taken anymore
And it makes one feel bitter and sour
Always I wish to escape this misery
So of sickness, I don’t have to worry
To gates of health, I wish I had keys
As when it appears, snatches my ease
Again my strength seems to decrease
The sense of wellness seems to cease
Along with it, eyes get red and teary
As my whole being seems too weary
The neck pains and the voice chokes
As limbs ask for massage and strokes
With a desire for this pain to appease
From within one will feel sick and ill
Having intake of the capsule and pill
With hope to recover and to get well
This yearning I can’t describe or tell
I plead for help bending on my knees
Because of this one can’t do his task
All he wants is to lie down and bask
Of remedies and cures they are told
By kind too words they’re consoled
May be somehow stress will release
At one time, can’t be taken anymore
And it makes one feel bitter and sour
Always I wish to escape this misery
So of sickness, I don’t have to worry
To gates of health, I wish I had keys
Monday, July 20, 2009
HEAVEN TO HELL
By the gates of heaven, I’ve turned to hell
As something eccentric on my heart befell
I’m now feeling desperate need of change
As the incessant good seems quite strange
I want to breathe and wish for some relief
For I really miss my pranks and mischief
And in a tryst to flee, my soul too compel
Although this paradise sought and prized
I have sacrificed and even compromised
And sustained all my cravings and desire
As I thought ultimately peace I’ll acquire
But then these efforts just couldn’t cartel
When the devil within me strives to erupt
Tranquility of my spirit seems to disrupt
And the serenity and calmness envisages
That I have restrained myself since ages
By my good, my evil prepares for a duel
The reminiscences of the gone moments
In regards to my deeds and experiments
With the misdemeanors and haughtiness
May have fetched me immense happiness
But this feeling I just can’t express or tell
The sober and silenced atmosphere here
To which I feel quite difficult to adhere
My impishness haunts me now and then
The clandestine moments as bad omen
Appears to cast on me their magic spell
Even the divinity seems shocked at this
As to why one wants to escape the bliss
I too wonder as these views come along
As over the right, why I fancy the wrong
Wish I’d know how these thoughts travel
As something eccentric on my heart befell
I’m now feeling desperate need of change
As the incessant good seems quite strange
I want to breathe and wish for some relief
For I really miss my pranks and mischief
And in a tryst to flee, my soul too compel
Although this paradise sought and prized
I have sacrificed and even compromised
And sustained all my cravings and desire
As I thought ultimately peace I’ll acquire
But then these efforts just couldn’t cartel
When the devil within me strives to erupt
Tranquility of my spirit seems to disrupt
And the serenity and calmness envisages
That I have restrained myself since ages
By my good, my evil prepares for a duel
The reminiscences of the gone moments
In regards to my deeds and experiments
With the misdemeanors and haughtiness
May have fetched me immense happiness
But this feeling I just can’t express or tell
The sober and silenced atmosphere here
To which I feel quite difficult to adhere
My impishness haunts me now and then
The clandestine moments as bad omen
Appears to cast on me their magic spell
Even the divinity seems shocked at this
As to why one wants to escape the bliss
I too wonder as these views come along
As over the right, why I fancy the wrong
Wish I’d know how these thoughts travel
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