tranquil.....

The quills moved
The parchment filled.
Black colour adorned.
A message written.
Making its way,
Into the hands.
Slowly opened with care.
Lifting the folds gently.
The looking glass peers,
With a white glow of
Black coloured etches.
As it slowly moves,
Down the parchment,
A tiny hint of a glaze.
The watery kind.
Awaiting the hints,
Of a rocking deluge.
Lo! behold it begins,
Torrential drops of water,
Falling on the parchment.
The black etches fading to
Watery remnants of grey.
The parchment gliding down.
Accompanied by a thunderous rapture.
As if thunder struck in the soul.
The deluge stopped and the glaze vanished.
The looking glass hovering away,
The last bit of drops stuck.
With signs of more drops to come,
A sense of calm settled amidst.
The looking glass,
shutting its black pearls.
Heaving a sigh of breath,
Trying to have one peaceful stroke.
Of what it feels to be transcended.
Everything stood still.
Everything became tranquil.
Only the name on the parchment
Had vanished into,
The horizon of oblivion.
Never to return,
The soul aches forever.
Realizing being tranquil
Was the only way to let go.

Beauty Incarnated...

Palisading breeze hugging tenderly,
Swaying dewdrops stinging gently.
Rustling leaves falling quietly.
Rising Sun burning brightly.
Flying Birds gliding freely.
Bliss and Peace all around.
Resembling the start
Of a beautiful day.
This feeling of peace,
Never letting go.
Humming a beautiful
Music of security,
Making you Cocooned
Far away from the rigors,
Miles away from the torment.
Never did anyone feel so sheltered,
Never did anyone feels so loved.
Optimism brimming in every
Corner the eyes could see.
Who could imagine life
Could be such a beauty incarnated.
Like a fallen phoenix,
Rising from the ashes.
The remanants of a past forlorn
That was long forgotten.
Where every touch felt like stone,
Every look pierced like thorn,
Every word tasted like venom.
Wanting to be in a coma,
Not waking up ever.
Casted as the miserable loser.
Where the heart never
Felt like beating,
Where tears always failed
to drop like water.
The burning Anger,
shimmering with fire.
Wanting to be let out.
Only to be left with
the afterthough,
Why unleash a carnage,
On those Ignorant and Malicious.
Knowing well that nothing changes.
Just waiting for that moment,
When life could reincarnated
Sucking all the fire and Anger away.
Leaving behind a whole new you.
That could stun the daylights of some.
As they say the rest is history.
Let go of the past
and Embrace the new future.
Which is the beauty incarnated again.

Tum aur Woh

Kya Dekhte ho tum
Kya Bolte ho tum
Kya Gaate ho tum
Kya aadakar ho tum
Thoda sa Jadoo
Tere Saans Mein,
Thoda sa Noor,
Tere tasaboor Mein.
Haazron hai deewane tere.
Lekin tumhara mallika hai kaun,
Chupi hai woh akeli,
Tumhare Nazar ki Rooh Mein.
Intezar hai usko tumhara,
Lekin kab tum jaagoge,
Malum Nahi hai.
Kismat ka khel aisa hai,
Ki Jisko tum paaya hai,
Woh Gumrah ho jayega.
Tanhai jab tamhegi,
Tumhe milegi,
Woh Anjani hayat.
Tabhi Aetbaar hogi,
Ek naaya Ehsaas,
Jiska koi khitbaa nahi,
Bas ek Naam hai,
Woh hi hai Mohabbat

You over there....

You stood there,
Amidst a hundred.
You smiled.
Many hearts aflutter.
You spoke.
Many adulations poured.
You teased,
Many smiled away.
You carolled,
Many started to sway.
You improvised,
Many were startled.
You innovated,
Many were dancing.
Yet there was one
Who couldn't see you.
Was it being lucked out,
Was it fatefully decided.
That not seeing you,
Was the only option.
Tried to tell you,
What could have been said?
Only silence awaited.
After all how can just one
Be singled out of the many.
But the question always remains,
Would you reply if spoken to again,
Would you acknowledge anyone,
Or The glitz has gotten to you.
Just a simple matter,
Yet its so complex.
A case of the blues.
It might be,
But theres something,
You just wait and see.
It will take you by surprise.
A matter of fate and luck.
You will meet and
You will fall,
This is surely assured.
Adios Mi Amigo,
Te caerás en amor.

a blank sheet of paper....

The idea of being white,
Very pure and untouched.
Every bit makes bliss,
Letting in light,
Making things bright.
Sign of God,
Sign of heaven.
White the tranquil colour.
Unkempt by elements,
that bring the whiteness together.
Even a small tear invisible,
That paper when crumpled,
loses the value it holds,
Even though purity is afloat.
Roughness and bitterness,
Put together a lethal potpourri,
That can disdain simplicity,
With utmost perfection.
Who knew simplicity
Could become complicated.
When bruised so bad,
What happens is a story,
That will always remain silent.
It becomes a waste of space.
It becomes valueless,
even though it wasn't tainted.
Thinking colours would stain it,
So keep it aside was wrong.
The winds of fate always
take for granted,
sweeps the paper away.
It floats and flits,
Till the wind decides
to leave it alone.
But could it be used again,
The only answer left,
was its rebirth again,
like another a
blank sheet of paper.
If this was the case,
wishing for another
sheet of paper
in life is good enough...

Yedho Yedho Enna...

Nenjukul Yedho Kalavaram
Kannukul Yedho Mayam
Kanavukul Yedho Nijam
Ninaivukul Yedho Salanam.
Narambukul Yedho Theemutam.
Inaiya Ninaikiradhu Thavara.
Oodal Varuvadhu Kutrama.
Paavaiyil Un Mugam.
Swasathil Un Peru.
Idhu Sulabama Sol.
Yenavo Annathe,
Thavirka Mudiyavilai.
Indha Salaabam Enna.

hinting not anymore....

Life is a conundrum,
filled with rhetoric.
Beyond unknown,
The present unclear.
What lies in wait,
Is an unanswered puzzle.
Solving it improbable,
Piecing it insequential.
So what then answers it,
Those are the hints,
Waiting to be found.
Where it lies,
A few know,
Those that seemingly
walk in the light.
Do hardly register it.
Those that tread in between,
what is light and dark.
Spot the clues right in front.
Those are the ones,
Mocked on by the mob.
The ordinary people,
Who are the be all and end all.
The sanctimonious idiots,
The ignoramus herd,
who supposedly yield the power.
No matter how weak they are,
Their nemesis awaits in shadows,
Waiting on the right time,
To spin the magic yarn
Of reality in doses.
To make them realize,
Who is in charge!
The pieces of the puzzle,
Then fall together,
Revealing the beauty
That is a sight for
The unwavering eye
of the unique visionaries.
Who actually make a difference,
To this world and its people.
Assuring a safe hope in place,
and a peaceful beginning
To an end of all things bad.
So hang on till the pieces,
Fall in place of the puzzle.
Because hinting not anymore
is the best way to go.