Poetry

My red hearts are always for you

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What we have between our souls is like no other;
No I don’t need to find another when I’ve found her.
Even in our silences, the greatest stories are told
As new pages in the story of life we unfold.

Badgered seems my words when we try to get close.
Pardon me, but I’ve missed you too long.
I bleed without bloodshed, I weep without tears;
My heart is pierced without a spear.

I say that my red hearts are only for you
As I would bleed my last drop to protect you;
You, my love.

Forgive me dear beloved, I am a little old fashioned.
I like suits rather than tattered jeans,
I want to express my love for you in person
Rather than a virtual language of ones and zeros.
This distance, this time, this sacred geometry
This excruciating worry

Is something I pray syncs to make us meet soon
Like nature – imperfect and unequal,
But always in equilibrium.

You’re the One

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The streams rise up into the sky,
The birds swim in the waters,
The trees outgrow the concrete skyscrapers,
At the sound of your name.

The musicians play the drums
To the rhythm of your heartbeat
A song finds life
In the crease of your smile.

Like a feeble chirp from a hungry bird
Is enough to stir up its mother,
So is your voice enough
To melt my heart.

Your eyes tell a story beyond words;
I am drawn towards you.
You mean more to me than just a bond
That grows stronger as the clock ticks away;
You’re the one I want to be with
Till I breathe my last.

What really formed those rocks?

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Mystical secrets lay hidden
Deep beneath unknown pathways;
Those that were buried aeons ago
Without any hint or a trace.

People today are bewildered
By tales of the same dust
That gathered after the storm
Or the ships that lay coated in rust.

One never abstains from praise
Of the lofty mountains and lions, brave.
Ever thrilling are the stories
Of the austere monk in a cave.

Cyphers with no clues,
Keys with no locks
Keep us wondering for years,
“What really formed those rocks?”

Spells of tongues lost in time,
Alive in a faint dream
Of elders, of yours and mine
May not be mythical as it may seem.

Although if we wish
to travel back in time
Just for a peek at a riddle
written in catchy rhyme,
The journey is not a mere walk
But the laugh of a clever fox
‘Cause it kept us wondering for years,
“What really formed those rocks?”

Not How Often You Fall

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Like shards of a crystal, I once broke,
Is the peril that haunts me.
Oh, how the blood oozed across my skin;
‘Red’ was all I did see.

Suffocated by the sound of voices
That keep speaking from my mind,
I’m afraid I’d forget to breathe
Before any solace that I find.

“It won’t end like this!” I say
And subject me do penance.
“It won’t be long; I must!” I say,
Hoping to end all the nuisance.

Days pass by,
Each moment felt like a lifetime tenure
Like bitter medicine,
Necessary, but the only cure.

At last, I felt it;
My time was done.
The clouds had cleared
And I saw the sun.

Each breath, so forth
Drew me closer and closer
To all, I was made for.
I triumphed in all I did, over and over.

Then I said to all,
“It is not how often you fall,
But how often you push the earth
To make the world know your worth.”

Time

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The past is gone, the future’s here;
As I live this moment, another seems to appear.
Time is like the waters flowing downstream,
We drink only a portion of it at a time.

We don’t dwell in the waters that flow further down;
We do not dwell in the waters that approach us.
We focus on the water that can be cupped by our hands
As that is what that quenches thirst.

Why then do we dwell in our past?
Why are we anxious about our future?
When we know that the present will matter the most,
Why do we let go of our grasp?

Thoughts of Despair

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Life at this juncture,
Whispers in my ear;
Tells me a story I didn’t expect,
Fills me up with fear.

Little did I know,
Life would be this way.
Dark and cold, like Blizzard,
No sun, no ray, no hope.

But then I felt a tap
On my shoulder, it was.
Be gentle she told me.
This too shall pass, just because
It has to.

Destiny does not speak
But comes whenever unasked.
Your life’s not a tale of doom,
You just need it unmasked.

I lay there with my thoughts,
My mind alights like the stars.
It was an elixir, it was her-
She healed me from all my scars.

Just You

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When we’re both ready,
Sufficiently, for each other,
Heavens would think it’s time
Like there couldn’t be another.
A time to let their story for us
Be declared complete;
A time they think it’s right
To watch it all happen;
Take a backseat.

A story I may not be able to enunciate,
But feel every moment like the last.
You are someone I never lost hope for,
Though terrifying in the past.
My fingers tuck the streaks of hair
That fall over your eyes, right behind your ears.
Your eyes would smile at me,
In a way that wasn’t meant just for your peers.

You understand me even before I say a word,
But you hear me out.
(It’s as if you could read my mind.)
Overwhelmed I am,
There’s nothing we couldn’t talk about.
I play you tunes on my strings;
How attentively you listen!
As if each song was your favourite;
You couldn’t think of another, then.

Your companionship sets me free
From all that I thought was once impossible.
It’s Just You I want,
I could never find anyone more loveable.
The Heavens are happy with what they created
When they see us looking up at the starlit sky.
It’s Just You I need,
Today, tomorrow and any day that could ever pass by.

Burning for You

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You hold me on your palms,
Cupping them together,
Like holding a Diya on Diwali night,
Ceremoniously placing me on the ledge.
I look into your eyes
Like a flame.
I see the glimmer in your eyes;
They smile at me.

The winds are my friends,
But are a little playful.
I am glad to feel the presence of  your palms
Around me, against their playfulness.
They feel as warm as the embrace
Of an old friend
I haven’t met
In a long while.

The Winds subside;
After all, they’re friends.
And there I lay burning brightly,
Brightly for you.

The World and its Mortals

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This world is home to people.
Some are mere mortals by choice.
Others desire growth
And raise their voice.
Some hinder a flame
That struggles to ignite.
Others watch their brethren
Curse and indulge in a petty fight.

Why do you ask, “Where are you from?”
Shouldn’t his gesture of trust in you suffice?
Don’t take the stranger you met to be naive
He’s just being nice.

People forget
That a Cup is not a victory forever,
But a step to a greater leap ahead.
The same feast on unintended interpretations
Of Words,
To make sure their envious minds are well-fed.
Why do we blame words?
Why do we invite fear?
We look at conflicts like bottomless pits;
Dig our own grave; bring our end near.

We feed our arrogance with insecurity.
We are stubborn as an ox, no matter what truths we find.
Such acts make our brethren wonder,
“Am I among their kind?”

We make a mockery of human potential;
Choose not to have an identity.
Yet this world beholds us, mortals,
Like a deity that preserves Humanity.
Some continue to defile it.
Others, through actions, deify its Creator.
Hope is what delays the End of time;
Holds the world together.

Darkness Conquered

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The sword you have sheathed behind your back
Carries a stain of dark blood
Of a ghost that once held you back
Kept you lying in wet mud.

Today this stain is a sign
Of your victory.
Today in your palace you shall design
An endless symphony
Of a story of your brave heart.
You conquered, setting all darkness apart.
With your light, you did emerge.
To the darkness, you were a purge.

And now as you play with the flames of hell,
You laugh as they try to hurt.
You have a story to tell,
How you cleansed your soul from all the dirt.