When the Sun Goes Down… (short poem)

silver spoons, gold crowns
silently wither in the rage of dawn
cries of moon, feeble voice
behold the tide, when the sun goes down…

dreaded paths, silent screams
broken pieces of shattered dreams
departed love, lovers forlorn
behold the tide, when the sun goes down…

misty eyes, funeral pyres
carcasses of unfulfilled desires
kin or foe, who is gone?
lo and behold, when the sun goes down…


Color of Monsoon. (Short Poem)

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the colors of monsoon,
dripping from the tips of tender leaves
onto the little bright pink flowers
falling on the insipid pathway and giving it a meaning
their gentle movements in the gentle cool breeze
brings my life to a standstill,
as I think about the immense forms
nature shows its beauty…

P.S. – Read my other recent haiku Monsoon Drizzle and poem Forever Gone 🙂

Forever Gone. (Short Poem)

 

There you are, the dream I see with open eyes
the fire of my soul;
wish I could sit by your side,
read the truth dripping from your lies;
wish I could touch your hands,
feel my rising pulse...

Wish you were not so far
Wish you could hear my scream
Wish you and I were together in the dusk of our lives
Wish you were not forever gone.....

P.S.- Checkout my other recent poems 
Rejection and Beats of a Mourning Drum :).

 

Rejection (Short Poem)

In moments of rejection
my heart paves a path
through unseen doorways and unseen alleys;
my eyes look for a distant gleam
beyond the sea of uncertainty;
my legs want to run, and run
from the pointlessness of being and not living;
my mind weaves intricate webs,
concocting ideas I could not thin before;
my soul begins to break,
transform into moments of transience
as I take a deep breath,
smile,
and dive into the well of endless opportunities…

Beats of a Mourning Drum. (Short Poem)

Like each breath, inching closer to the chasm
that knows not mercy,
I am stepping on your soul,
with a mourning drum,
playing the tune of sorrow, of grief.

I am nurtured by your ignorance
I am everything you fear from,
You cannot escape…
Ye cannot slay…
I reign over you…
I leave you lifeless…
I am your darker side…

Picking up the mighty pen!

If I am asked what is that one thing that I would most like to start doing right now, I would say – I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK.

Yes. Write a book. It has been 4 years since I started planning to write.

For the past few days, I have been searching extensively on how to write, what topic to write on and the process of novel/story writing. But the best advice that I came across is to this – JUST START WRITING. I believe it is the only push that I require, or as a matter of fact, anyone would if he/sh wants to start something. The most terrible thing that could happen is that I end up writing a bad book. And that won’t be failure at all, unless I manage to finish it. Failure is when I don’t learn why something went the undesirable way and how that thing can be done in a better way next time.

Writing book is like undertaking long-awaited journey. I am positive that this journey will teach me new lessons and give me an experience to cherish.

P.S. – Please feel free to share your views/experiences in the comments section 🙂 .