Wet

Thunderous applause greets us

The dance of the water drops reminds me

of the joy I found in your arms on a rainy August night

Colourless spray clouds my vision,

celestial will combined with our arousing passion!

The drone of the waves, the hum of the waterfall

The drenched leaves, the defeated rocks

All witnesses to our perfection!

Clouds of grey gathered to congratulate

Rumbled their blessings 

Joined by the the reverberation!

Little drops form mighty whirlpools

Whorls of water

Swirls of currents

give way, drawn into the vortex

We arise wet, splashed with celebration!

Entwined fingers, heavy breaths

Moist lips, let's go with the flow

and where it will take us,

Downstream, 

away from the iron stranglehold,

away from nature's marvelous water show.

Picture: Courtesy

PS: Poem inspired in reality by Mumbai's monsoon, not something else ;)

The Mermaid

I am waiting for you

When you come by with your magical aura

There's a lingering beat, a longing glance

A tiny wave that tingles my spine.

You seem to know the effect you have on me

You tranquilize, you make me fantasize

You put me in a drug-less trance!

I get lost in your dreamy eyes, 

You are the reason behind the smile on my lips

The spring in my moves

Your touch leaves me breathless, I feel winded

like I have swum a thousand miles!

So I wait till your boat arrives

All around I see salty waves till infinity

In my world, the fishes dart

Around the coral reefs

It's a world more enchanting than you will ever see

I know you are coming for me

I will miss my world of aquamarine blue

I have given up it all, just to be with you.

Walk on the beach

She walks along on the sandy expanse
Never ending, little grains of golden
graze against her feet
She looks back, she feels relief
There is no need to compete.
Swirling water laps at her toes
The coolness soothing and it then recedes.
The sun casts a blazing orange glow
It cannot mask the shadow that doth follow
Little wisps of hair dance on her forehead                                                                       
her eyes speak of a great sorrow                                                      Picture: Courtesy 
Tiny tear drops mix with the falling rain
And she feels numb no more.                                        
                                                                                                                
Palms sway to a heavenly tune
Gulls fly to an imaginary home
The mighty sea beckons to her
Pleading, to be her abode.


The rain stops and the sun fades
The shadow blends with the darkness
The palms stand still 
The gulls are asleep
Yet the watery grave cries out to her
She must enter and so she weeps.

Fabled Fame

Feverish hands
Reach for the treasured crown
Studded with the rubies red
Redder than the blood shed.


Frenzied eyes
Gleam in a manic stupor.
Whispering wail reaches a screaming pitch
But the steady gaze does not flinch.


Frantic fingers
Trace the tainted ornament
Blood mixes with the deserved sweat
Prisoner to his inevitable death.


Faltering breaths
Interrupt the mighty king
He has proved his gutsy mettle
Yet life gushes out in a slow trickle.


Fiery desire
Of a mortal being?
Or a foolish game
On the walk of the Fabled Fame?

Drifting thoughts...

Drifting thoughts run
Like comets in the sky
All in a different direction
To the awe of the passersby.
They run and then they turn
Invisible force draws them together..
They collide
They coalesce
With little strings they tether.


Now it takes shape..
A vision, a dream
More detached from reality
it now should seem...
Rays from a glittering diamond
Fingers running through the mauve sand
Gone in a second, 
Gone in a blink
Testimony to it's temporary stand.



Fearsome storms invade
into a hidden recess
Finally.. some clarity shines
Though I must confess...
Tangible as they are
In straight lines they do not align
They deviate
They drift
Yet they are figments of my mind.

Under a Spell

Inhaling deeply,
Consciousness fades..
Arriving in a dream 
Where I make no mistakes..
The sun blushes
The petals close
Fantasy it might be
But I want some more.


Cleansing breaths
For a tired, old lung
Whiter than the whitest
pretty flowers are strung.
They whisper a message
So soft that I can't hear.
It must be meant for me
I should lean near.


A warm loving hand
breaks the fragrant spell
I turn to see the face
Who? But I couldn't tell
The touch lingers 
and I reach for it slowly
It withdraws, invisible still
And I'm shaken out of my reverie.

Summer Night

Night descends

The sweat still trickles

For the want of a fresh breeze

The clouds are still

The leaves motionless

Waiting for that powerful whiff...

Sleep resists

Lights stay on..

The city stays awake

Till the wind's presence is known.

Dreams not dreamt

Promises not kept

All I need is some rest

But the air does not move

My eyes are too tired to see

And sleep still evades

Despite my desperate plea.

Photo taken from the roof of my hostel :)

Killer

An irresistible force drew her, she had made her pick

She was drawn to it, like it was magnetic

Mental peace was all that she did seek

Gilded is the tomb, but there are worms underneath

How could something this right be so wrong?

One small puff and to it she belonged

She never let go like a mother clinging to her child

Whatever happened to an innocent soul so mild?

The barrow was running smoothly till the wheels came off

The deep craving for oxygen, it started as a cough.

It might have seemed like a matter sitting on the fence

But when the cancer starts, it's of little consequence.

She knew that it was a habit to escape from the darkness.

But why didn't she realize she was running toward the wilderness?

There is no obvious answer to every question

She sighed as her life reached it's final destination. 

Hot air balloon

Sailing through the cotton clouds

Watching how raindrops are made

Sunlight streaming in my face

Golden yellow heat 

But I yearn for no shade.

In the abode of the stars and the rainbow

I drift mindlessly on a breezy afternoon..

No honking of the cars, no trilling of the phone

Yes, of course, I am in a hot air balloon!

I see nothing but vast landscapes

I hear nothing but the gushing wind

I feel nothing but the slanting sun rays

I taste nothing but the freedom to think!

Though I'm as alone as a pearl

in an oyster

I feel a connection, an unearthly bond

With every living being in this world

This is how it must feel like to be God!

Picture Courtesy: Google

Forgotten city

Once remembered, now forgotten

Lies buried an ancient civilization.

Surrounded by the water so aquamarine blue

Unseen by most, glanced by a few

A golden yellow fish darts in and out

of a mammoth building once sitting proud

atop the streets of a bustling city

Drowned by water and then by history..

Cruel are the hands of fate,

though the angry floods did abate.

Death pervaded in its awakening,

No hope left for any living being.

And so she lies this ancient civilization,

Craving to be found, this proud nation!

She yearns to tell all her story

of people from her land and all their glory.

Her wish is again in the dreaded grasp of fate

Sighing, her moment she anticipates....

Picture Courtesy: Google

Born free

Why do you choose to be teary eyed?
The shadows of your pain,
The bolts of your anger,
Only exist in the recesses of your mind.
Are we really born free
When we attach to these shackles,
Imprisoned to a society 
That cares not for our battles...
Battles that defy reason,
Battles that cause suffering,
Sometimes physical and sometimes mental,
Arduous, torturous, never relenting.


Look around you,
At the butterfly that flies where it wants,
And the bird that sings a thousand songs,
Or the gushing stream at the crack of dawn..
They are not bound by an unseen boundary
And hence we should ask ourselves,
As humans, are we really born free?


~PurpleMist

A second chance

Welcoming thoughts flooded his mind

Thoughts of a yesterday lost in time.

A song once forgotten 

A soulful rendition

reminding him of a place divine.

A place that boasted of a thousand suns

The brilliant light that blinded him at once.

A magical memory

A sweet tranquility

They all came back, quickening his pulse.

Wasted had he, a love so pure

The reason being, he was quite not sure

A squandered chance

At a perfect romance

And so he stood in a heavy downpour.

Wondrous though are the works of fate,
Setting right a grave mistake

A folly of youth

A declaration of the truth

And so they hug in a tight embrace.

Home

A place to express my feelings

A meal to appeal my senses

A garden to lovingly tend

A corner to curl up and read my book

A bed to retire after a long day

A nap that washes away my fatigue

A house that is a part of me too

Home, what am I doing without you?

A happiness that touches the roof

A smile that always lingers

A hug that conveys a thousand meanings

A kiss for undying support

A mother to wipe away my tears

A father to look up to

A brother to lift my mood when I'm down

Home, what am i doing without you?

~Purple Mist

Wanderer

  

Wandering through a forest haunted

I listen to the crackling leaves

Hoping that a spirit like minded

will emerge from the trees.

Beneath the storm gathering clouds

A whispering voice threw out a challenge

wanting a resolve far more than an ounce, 

what cowards softly refer to as courage..

I ran blindly through the dense thicket

Searching in vain for an unknown saviour

The life in me drains out bit by bit

And in a flash, there lies the answer!

Foolish was I to underestimate my strength

For the darkness to be quelled till eternity

There is just one, just one such friend

who will save my life and that is none but ME.

~Purple Mist

Misty eyes

A smile like the sunrise

A walk like a tiptoeing doe

A word best unspoken

Not that you'll ever know.

Like a stormy night

on the sands of the sea

Like a candle in the gloom

A flickering hope does flee.

Like the winding twilight

on the day of the full moon

I await your presence

but I know it's too soon.

Like the stars that twinkle

on a cloudless night

I make a quiet vow

not to let you know this time.

Like the silence of the woods

is your response to me

Like the misty eyes of solitude

I await the end of infinity.

There's a reason..

There's a reason...

Why a crisp green leaf

has to turn yellow.

A reason why, a firefly

cannot see it's tomorrow.

There's a reason..

Why a poor man sleeps

without a roof over his head

A reason why, the cloudy sky

awaits a rainy day instead.

There's a reason..

Why the birdie sings

as he begins his day

A reason why, a mere goodbye

sends a tear drop on it's way

.

There's a reason..

Why the mighty wind

throws close all the doors.

A reason why, this heart of mine

can never fully be yours.

Musings

There's a steady stream

twinkling in the sun..

A sword, a beam

Crashing so you succumb..

Would there be

A finished tune,

When the night is done?

I do believe

that destiny holds

that key, that fire,

to vanquish the thousand demons,

But where are they? I ask..

Before the dawn breaks,

before the swan takes

it's first flight,

Will there be a new morn?

And before my time on earth is up..

Will there be a new song?