You will be there...

If I lose you tonight
I would not drop a tear off my eye...
Because I believe that
Whatever the times maybe
You will be back... Near me!

If I lose you tonight
And you won't even look back for a last smile
And you won't
Open your eyes to see if I am alright...

I won't break,
For I know that a droplet by then was on it's stake
And you don't want to let me drown in that depth!
So, you hid that in your eyelids right away!

I know ... You would come back soon
I know... You would hug me tight
And wipe this tear off my eye
So, I won't cry
If I lost you tonight!

But ....
What if you don't turn back???
What if....

Happy diwali

Hanging laterns on heights
Turning on those braided bands of light...
The scent of sweets all around
And a flush of colours on the ground
Surprises and loaded smiles,
And blessings spreading a feeling so divine!

Tradition it is, we say...
The tradition of overloaded ecstacy,
The tradition of inside-out beauty...

Reminscense it is...
Of folklore and mighty fables,
Of the stories of homecoming of worshipped angels...

And what follows next is the ambrosia...
From mouth to heart!
Filling up hearts and craving bellies as well!

Diwali it is we say...
Our festival...
Our tradition...
Our happiness!
Diwali it is ... We say!

Tears of seperation

He saw himself crying, in the mirror
And he shattered into finer pieces...

He went to his room with a hope
For a passionate hug and kiss on the head!
But all around were things lying dead!

He searched for a hand
In that shirt, hung on the stand
But all he found was a lifeless sleeve!

He craved for words of love
In the letter for seperation!
Then found himself deeper into dejection!

Tired was he, of the wait,
Broken was he like a fallen glass vase...

And when he saw himself in the mirror, Dead and crying,
And no one stood behind him to save his soul from dying,
He broke a little harder... Harder, into finer pieces!

But, soon he stood strong and sharp
Like each of those fine glass pieces! 
Unbreakable...
For he was a man of a tough fate!
Tougher he would last... Tougher than today!

The_inkdiary

Pictures in ink

What we learnt... What we said...

First moment

That woman with a harmonizing smile,
Unveiled the world to my eyes…
Very gently she took her hand off,
Preventing the fiery lights twitch my gentle eyes…
She then held my hand and kept it close to my heart,
She encouraged me to see miles apart.
But when all those voices around that place frightened me,
She held me warmly close to herself
And she softly said: ‘I am with you baby!’
These words still comfort me,
This feeling still relaxes me,
That first moment still lasts…
Since my day 1 and till date,
For every fall or heart breaking thought,
For anything that goes wrong,
That feeling of love and her motherly hug,
Is what I would long…
It’s mommy I would need all through,
To calm me and unveil new challenges of life all through!
             

Oh... My poet

Oh... My poet
Write me a verse
Kiss my head with your words
Hug me with those pauses!
Bless me with those swallowed syllables
Cure me with your verse!

Oh my poet...
Write me a verse...
And therein help me be strong
And say you would pull me up,
When I go wrong!
Say... You would help me wipe off all tears
When I cry!
Say you would be the last one to hug me when I die!

I promise I would keep up that smile...
For keeping your strength when you watch me cry
I promise I would never hurt my life
For I know that you reside here... Deep inside!

And I... Your girl
Will then peacefully nestle
Close to you....
In the abode of your orotund carol!

Oh my poet...
Write me a verse
I am done with mine...
Just once... I beg... Come, Take your turn!

Darkness

An infinite canopy, an aimless path
The astute profusion
Calls you in to commence a journey into its hollows!

For once you are in,
It is the master and you its slave!

Shrieks into absolute silence it swallows,
Silencing all cries into its dearthy-profusion...
Driving you through invisible willows!

And there the broken autumn leaves lay lifeless,
Muting their passionate verses...
Surrendering to the air's whispering curses!

Darkness it is they say...
The misleading sucction...urge of the night!
The spirit's fury for the day!

It commences within the sedetive lullaby
And its end...
A mystery... Unasked... Untold...

All we know is that one truth
That your beloved drives you in...
Tempting you into an infinite kin!
And you the prey... Surrender with an undecisive will!
Into that darkness... The infinite emptiness!
-the_inkdiary