Sunday, July 28, 2013

Fright and flight

 

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 40; the fortieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "MAKE A WISH"

Make a wish
Alluded the ball of glass bright
Snow flew inside it
And violin playing light

It was a beautiful thing
Lucky to stumble on
Never was I asked
To wish anything on mind

Now was the time
To ask for everything
Make dreams come true
And drop all withering

But there was so much to ask
And so difficult to begin
Hundreds of desires
Will I get what’s not my fate

What do I really want and need
Rose the question
When I blamed society
I was the tangled one

What's for me
And what's not right
Quest I searched all time
Answer I can only find inside

But my mind only chattered
Inside was a big chaos
It was the frightful fair
Where I was miserably lost

I wanted answers
But it looked impossible
The more I tried
I got only more tangled

I lost it and gave up
And threw the glass ball
I need no wonders
But to let go of all

The pressure relaxed
And mind gained calm
That's what I want
Clear mind like the wish ball

Calm like sacred lake
And vastness of dark night
Life becomes Wonders
And freedom and flight

All you have to do
Is forget every fear
Know just one thing
Let go. Just let go dear.

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Monday, July 15, 2013

The storm


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Sometimes days after the story is concluded
Comes a restless evening
When the silent winds blow
Carrying the words of painful ending
 
You think of the reason
That changed two lives
It was necessary to separate
Love had to pay the price
 
Was it early to give in
Never in mind this question arose
It was beautiful and alive
But they buried it like bag of bones
 
It was mutual and sensible
Life is about moving on both said
They dumped all the memories in a box
And pushed in unused room at the end
 
It was past and forgotten
Moving on they had decided
And their lives had moved on
It was easy to be separated than united
 
They lived what was expected of them
Always happy they looked
Conveniently ignorant of the dark room
And the box that was locked
 
Their mind had forgotten about the past
And every one thing about the time
It was a way of defence
To separate from the pain in mind
 
But it was not so simple and easy
And an evening came when a storm blew
The doors and boxes crumbled
The hidden memories drew
 
They pass the corridor
And reach the once secured you
Standing at the door
They challenge and threaten you
 
There is no more pretension
Finally you accept them
You give yourself to the memories
Although sad you feel truthful to self again
 
You know it was not a good decision
And moving on was farce
You could only think of one thing
If she is in the same place as yours
 

P.S. I could not think of a good title. I am so bad at it. I always end up spending more time in thinking about the title than the actual content. What do you think could be good title?