Day 44
Intimidating pressures of the world,
Tire the innocence of the soul.
Uninterrupted flow of thoughts,
Disturb the calmness of the mind.
Looking up at the sky,
Seeking for simplicity of life.
Tea and Prose
Day 44
Intimidating pressures of the world,
Tire the innocence of the soul.
Uninterrupted flow of thoughts,
Disturb the calmness of the mind.
Looking up at the sky,
Seeking for simplicity of life.
Day 43
A dark labyrinth,
Like a shadow I walk.
Looking around.
Searching for something,
A way out probably.
I spend hours and days,
Struggling. Somehow surviving.
Days go by,
And then a ray of light.
I pound towards it,
I feel ecstatic,
A cry of joy,
The relentless efforts have paid off.
I step out only to realise, something is amiss
Dreams of dark alleys,
Maybe I belonged to the darkness
The struggles, the pain, the uncertainty.
And so I return,
Into the labyrinth.
Day 42
It was time to bid goodbye.
In a hurry,
Came her last few words.
All she wanted to say was,
“Hold me tight, please don’t let me go.”
But all she said was,
“Okay bye, I need to go.”
Day 41
Day 40
I love him dearly.
In the depths of his eyes,
A sea of knowledge and an emotion of kindness.
His praises for Chardonnay spilled with delight.
History, books and literature were all he desired.
I looked at him longingly and gave him all my attention.
Not once did I miss his classes of European Literature.
He always smiled at me and my heart fluttered with joy.
But he looked at me like he looked at everyone else.
Soon days of college came to an end.
And never did I see him again.
Day 39
Excitedly hiding,
in the darkness of my room.
Penning down thoughts.
All cuddled up under warm layers & sheets.
Only wish for a kitten on the lap,
A stack of books,
And a jar of coffee beside me. *_*
Day 38
A bird fluttered around,
Singing a mysterious song.
No usual chirping or sounds of calling out.
It sang a deep, quaint song,
It was brief but melodious.
Eerie, sinless and sensuous.
The mellow, bold tune
Soon began to fade.
The bird passed into oblivion,
Only the song hauntingly remained.
Day 37
In the midst of commotion,
It’s easy to lose your identity.
Hide behind or disappear,
Nobody would notice.
But when you stand alone,
It’s a problem too.
You stand out and soon,
The commotion is all about you.
Judgemental pricks.
Live and let live.
Day 36
Turning gusts of wind,
Changing in just a matter of time.
You were now pleasant,
a soft breeze in my hair,
and now I hear you howl,
Driving in wrathful rain.
Day 35
On the edge of a mountain cliff,
A little boy settles down..
To glance up at the clear skies.
and to behold the magnificence
Lying ahead of him.
Serene natural splendour
Deep valleys and lakes,
Blessed forests and picturesque mountainscapes.
The little boy stops by everyday
To forget his story,
and to rejoice in nature’s glory.