Admist that raging storm

when the mind was shut  

and ears turned - 

blind

A note was struck, high

floating in melody of space

sprung in me a feeling - 

undefined.

Through those wading clouds of

uncertainty

She walked in with grace of a free bird -

solemn, high with

serenity.

This soul, then bare of hope and expression

now longed to live more than ever

to grope those comforting fingers  &

kiss her in a lock of spell -

unbound.

I closed my eyes to see the boat sink

leaving behind a wrinkle in -

time

and opened them in whiteness filled with

warmth of her beauty, drenching a heart -

mine.

There are notions of space & then there are notions of time

but what when one feels none ?

Gentlemen ! that is how I felt with

my palm clenched against hers - 

two candles lighted as one.

And now she is gone with parting winds

my heart longs, a heaviness it gains.

Someday, when I wake up in a dream

         devoid of darkness, chain -

I shall see her innocent eyes, and divine body

         dancing in the rain. 

Flowing in my veins

and running thru' my head

The blood is hot, sore and in rage

red

Broken wings, pointed glasses, sparring thoughts - 

all breaking the oneness

Reminiscent of ashes, I sit

next to the passing world in, 

helplessness.

The Fish

Who fathoms to dare more than a fish in those gloomy,
unfriendly waters of sin and loneliness. Water green and cold,
deceiving in every possible movement -
immeasurable.

The body moves on; in search of the unknown - no it’s not the
search, anticipation of it, hidden desire,
an adventure.
That tingle of excitement and half naked fear in deep murkiness.

The twirls of dust and disgust rising from the vast deep,
making the surrounding and the distant ever
unclear.
The fish challenged, unmitigated, fins clenched with seething
amber, moves on; the wake visible and seeping moments later,
indistinguishable.
Lost forever.

Who, but path bears the burden of the lost, defeated and
those aimless travelers. Never recognizing him again;
never remembering to forget.

The fish is gone to the unknowns and the way lost.
Someday another fish who would fathom the dare will come
into these murky waters -
with twirls of disgust.
She shall make a new path
only to lose it,
once again.

PS : My first attempt of writing which barely only I can call as poetry.

In the absence of my thoughts lies the greatest presence of my being.

The guilt guilds me in a
crown of shame -
My ego is too tall; I
can't hide my face in knees
for the same.

Neither death nor hope
can put an end,
all in vain.
I shall live the hell of eternity
and kill the albatross
to drink the blood of life,
pain.

From the sands of time
loud and grand
Fell a grain
with infinity in hand

Undaunted I rose, to walk the emptiness
with all the might
I can.

In eternity, came the point as an end
to ponder and bend.
alas ! here is where the time
stopped and once -
began.