TWILIGHT- The Parting Day

Twilight sends off the parting day,
Like a man's hair turning grey,
Sets in to kiss the dark hours,
And from Heaven peace showers,
To weary souls all wrought,
 With slogs that the day has wrought.

Pall Of Gloom

I want to sleep through this pall of gloom,
Enveloping me slowly in its demonic doom.

Wake me up, just wake me fast,
At the daybreak from the night past.
In my dream have I heard someone murmur
A call, a step has voiced in my deep slumber.

Let that call and that step stay,
Let my steps pace with that away.
Let my lips whisper back the call,
Let my whisper to him reel and roll.

My steps have started faltering,
My breathe has started fading,
Ah! hold me close unto I breathe my last
Ne'er ever through this world alone I pass

Monsoon Drizzle

The first droplets of Monsoon rain after the scorching and sweltering heat of long Summer are so fascinating that they have always ignited the creative mind of many a poet. The dark cloudy sky, high wind followed by a shower of rain always make me nostalgic and this year they paved way for me to lend wings to my feelings so as to scale the heights of the realm of poetry.

Monsoon Drizzle

Cool, little droplets of monsoon drizzle,

Why and where have you been so long?

The long spell of summer heat had been on

With days parched and wind gone.

And a soul left all weary and forlorn

Dreaming of a meadow green and mellow

Battered and withered only to drag on

With a cheerless life all dreary and hollow

Come, O’ rain, come and fall in drops,

To fill in all the gaps and crevices

And mop up every pool and puddle,

Waking the sleeping earth up to a new harvest

DRIFTING CLOUDS

I had been to Bangalore in this autumn break. After seeing off my eldest son (he went to Germany), Shammi (my youngest one) and I had a nice time together. Then 20th Oct. arrived, the day to make my return trip. This time luckily I got the window seat. So, less disturbance from co-passengers and moreover I could enjoy the scenic beauty. I have this childlike fascination for window seat whether it is a train or a plane. After all, one has this feeling somewhere buried in one's heart-"dil to bachcha hai jee", esp. in midlife.
Here are a few lines in the form of reflection on the view outside-


Drifting Clouds

From the height of ten thousand feet, I saw-

Drifting clouds light and puffed

Poised midway between land and sky.

An irresistible desire filled in me-

To touch and float with them

And to do a round of waltz over them.

But the reality that they were-

Only fog to melt down in drops of rain

Gave way to the mist in my eyes,

When far below I caught sight of-

The manmade concrete blocks of buildings

Encroaching the God made serene green nature.

Tearful clouds dispersed to show me-

The once brimming river thinning down

In a thread like filament on brown patches.

Yet shimmering like gold in the dazzling sunshine,

As if defying man’s feigned ego to win nature.

Till then the plane had risen to thirty thousand feet,

And the view of this war between man and nature

Blurred out from me with a vast sea of clouds to see.  

Jeevan ka sach

Out there on the roof for a morning walk, the cool, crisp air at times carries me back to the jungle of past memories but then they only bring tears into my tired eyes, seeking answers to some unresolved questions- Why it is so that the absence of one person makes one feel life as incomplete- this feeling never lets you live freely as the bitter truth keeps coming back to you that you are bound to live with this loss forever....... it hurts so much.

ON DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES OF KASHMIR

As I am a staunch supporter of women’s liberation from all the age old inhibitions and shackles esp. forced down on them in this male dominated society, below written  are my true and innermost feelings for Kashmiri Women in praise of their bold move taken against the forces.

Kudos to Desperate Housewives of Kashmir

O’ Kashmiri women,

My salam to you

For now you’ve taken the things into your hands,

Ailing scenario is surely to turn over a new leaf.

That you’ve shed the inhibitions,

And come out of the four walls

To voice your anger and outcry

Is a sure sign of the prestorm

That would curb and uproot

The brutality of the authority

And end your age old subjugation.

After all, who are they to-

Make your life an everlasting tale

Of ordeal and pain

And to take away your every right

To live peacefully in your domain.

O’ brave fighters,

Don’t ever let your spirits down

Just keep yourself moving on.

WHERE AM I

I know not where am I

Walking in a long tunnel?

Or

Caught in a whirlwind?

I know not where am I

The tunnel seems to be an endless journey

In pursuit of...

What am I to fill in this blank?

Ah! It’s all muddled,

.

Is it knowledge?

Is it happiness?

Or,

Peace or pleasure?

Deadened by the lashes of fate,

I try to see a ray of hope

At the end of that tunnel

And, keep myself pushing ahead.

It is so dark and murky,

And there are snags.

I stumble succumbing to them

Left bleeding and broken.

Then a Hand appears in the dark,

Pulls me to my feet

As a succour to my aid

I get up and keep walking .

I am nearing the end

About to reach the light

Now I am there but

The light has moved far .

Deceived and deprived

Left only to find out that

It was an illusion and then-

I know not where I am.