“She” knows and hears
Even before we do-
Churning and wallowing,
Of our restless heart.
As if the cord which
Was broken at birth
Is still connected, unseen
To the hearts and the minds
Of who once were toddlers-
But now are grown up giants.
My emotions
My emotions are
Stashed away
In dreary dungeons
Of nauseated awareness.
As an automaton
I go in the world
Sans tears, sans cry,
Sans voice, sans life.
PS: Well this is how I feel on seeing the world, near and far, around me. I long believed that progress and emotions can’t go hand in hand- either I choose progress and move ahead or be emotional and get stuck. Can I be progressively emotional or emotionally progressive?
On this stage
On this stage
I’m the actor,
And the audience,
All alone
And all-in-one.
I act
And enact
And react
On this stage.
I celebrate Independence
Bound in shackles by endless tentacles
I celebrate Independence.
Drowned in ocean of infinite cries
I celebrate Independence.
Torn by wounds of never ending occurrences
I celebrate Independence.
I celebrate Independence.
I celebrate Independence.
PS: Rulers have changed but the rule continues !
Life is so fragile
Life is so fragile;
A gush of wind
And
Tumbling down comes
The tower of invincibility
Yet
We live like fools
In the wee hours of solitude
In the wee hours of solitude,
Even the rustling of leaves has stopped.
A drop of sleeping memory trickles
In the tinkling chasm of the heart.
Quail cry of some bygone emotion
Has just escaped from a dilapidated dream.
I miss the feel of your presence
I miss the feel of your presence,
setting of the sun and
the glory of then.
We were there forever
In the evening of life,
Bathing in joy,
Feeling the delight.
What a wonder,
What a celebration
It would have been!
Alas!
You decided to travel far, very far
Beyond my reality,
But into my dreams!
