WHY I LOVE YOU
On a lazy autumn day
As I stare out of my window
And watch the chain of birds
Lined against the mystic blue sky,
I wonder why they love the sky
And I find no answer…
On a chilly winter night
As I stare out of my window
And watch the moon – a teardrop
On the dark and lonely sky,
I wonder why it shines on me
And I find no answer…
On a bright spring morning
As I walk in a blooming grove,
I can hear the cuckoo sing
And fill the air with its music,
I wonder why it loves the spring
And I find no answer…
On a sunny summer day
As I look towards the horizon
I can see the sunflower bloom
And look yearningly towards the sun,
I wonder why it loves the sun
And I find no answer…
On a sullen monsoon day
As I stare at the lush green trees,
I can see the peacock dance
And its colours dazzle my eyes,
I wonder why it loves the rain
And I find no answer…
Every day that passes by
And leaves behind no trace
Except for the memories and dreams
That you and I have together,
You ask me why I love you
And I have no answer…
But suddenly it dawns on me
And it is clear as daylight –
The birds, the moon, the cuckoo,
The sunflower, the peacock and me…
For the questions that I had –
I find all my answers.
Love has no reasons, no answers.
Love is a blessing, a gift.
Love knows no boundaries, no limits.
Love is a hope ever new, a dream evergreen.
Love is elixir, Love is God.
And that is why I love you…
Friday, February 18, 2011
DYING AGAIN
It’s a dark and foggy day
And I lose my way in darkness,
Groping for some light or a support,
For you have turned away from me.
I reach out for your hand
But you push my hand away
And withdraw yourself from me
And recoil at my touch with disgust.
I look at you, your eyes
For just a little glance at me,
But you look away from me
With irritation in your eyes.
My heart pines for a word –
Just a word from your lips,
But you remain silent and quiet
And thwart my thirsty soul.
I will suffer patiently
Until you look at me,
Until you hold my hand,
Until you speak a word.
It burns me like fire,
Pierces my heart like an arrow,
And pains me like a whiplash,
Leaving me to bleed and suffer.
Can I ever try to hold your hand again?
Can I ever look at you with expecting eyes?
Can my heart ever desire to hear you speak?
Can I ever be spontaneous again?
I cannot bear to feel the disgust,
The way you turn away from me,
The way you push me away from you,
For it is hard – hard to die again.
It’s a dark and foggy day
And I lose my way in darkness,
Groping for some light or a support,
For you have turned away from me.
I reach out for your hand
But you push my hand away
And withdraw yourself from me
And recoil at my touch with disgust.
I look at you, your eyes
For just a little glance at me,
But you look away from me
With irritation in your eyes.
My heart pines for a word –
Just a word from your lips,
But you remain silent and quiet
And thwart my thirsty soul.
I will suffer patiently
Until you look at me,
Until you hold my hand,
Until you speak a word.
It burns me like fire,
Pierces my heart like an arrow,
And pains me like a whiplash,
Leaving me to bleed and suffer.
Can I ever try to hold your hand again?
Can I ever look at you with expecting eyes?
Can my heart ever desire to hear you speak?
Can I ever be spontaneous again?
I cannot bear to feel the disgust,
The way you turn away from me,
The way you push me away from you,
For it is hard – hard to die again.
ILLUSIONS (Unfinished)
Sometimes thoughts and ideas crop up in my silly brain which find their way out through my pen (I am still not used to typing out my thoughts, so, literally I rather pen them down). But if for some reason this thought process is interrupted in between, the poem remains unfinished, for I have an uncanny habit of not being able to retrace my thoughts to the instant I left off. As a result, a few of my poems have remained unfinished. Here is one of those poems which I could not finish since I could not exactly go back in time to the thoughts which had plagued my mind then. I could not even bring to my mind the thoughts with which I intended to finish off this poem. So, there it stands – unfinished.
Illusions haunt me today
As I realize their deception
And the truths occluded by them
Are now revealed as daylight.
We see what we want to
And believe what we love to,
Willfully remaining oblivious
Of the obvious falsehoods.
How true it is I ponder –
Alone you came hence
And alone shall you leave,
So why this pretence of not being alone?
Why do we ask for company,
Realizing the pains it entails?
Why do we try to distract ourselves
And willfully shut our eyes?
Why do we act of love
When we know it is just a mirage?
We look for water in the desert
And all we find is the glistening sand.
Why do we build a mirror
And look at ourselves anew?
Is it just to hide the world
Behind our happy reflection?
Can we release ourselves
From this deceiving mortal prison?
Will it be an end to this world –
A world of reflections and illusions?
Am I too an illusion in the lives
Of people who are illusions to me?
Are we trapped eternally in this
Merry-go-round – going up and down?
Sometimes thoughts and ideas crop up in my silly brain which find their way out through my pen (I am still not used to typing out my thoughts, so, literally I rather pen them down). But if for some reason this thought process is interrupted in between, the poem remains unfinished, for I have an uncanny habit of not being able to retrace my thoughts to the instant I left off. As a result, a few of my poems have remained unfinished. Here is one of those poems which I could not finish since I could not exactly go back in time to the thoughts which had plagued my mind then. I could not even bring to my mind the thoughts with which I intended to finish off this poem. So, there it stands – unfinished.
Illusions haunt me today
As I realize their deception
And the truths occluded by them
Are now revealed as daylight.
We see what we want to
And believe what we love to,
Willfully remaining oblivious
Of the obvious falsehoods.
How true it is I ponder –
Alone you came hence
And alone shall you leave,
So why this pretence of not being alone?
Why do we ask for company,
Realizing the pains it entails?
Why do we try to distract ourselves
And willfully shut our eyes?
Why do we act of love
When we know it is just a mirage?
We look for water in the desert
And all we find is the glistening sand.
Why do we build a mirror
And look at ourselves anew?
Is it just to hide the world
Behind our happy reflection?
Can we release ourselves
From this deceiving mortal prison?
Will it be an end to this world –
A world of reflections and illusions?
Am I too an illusion in the lives
Of people who are illusions to me?
Are we trapped eternally in this
Merry-go-round – going up and down?
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