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 :).
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 🙂 .
“…Leave your voice message after the tone…“
‘…hey! Sorry dear, I would reach home late…got work…say my love to Anya…bbye.‘
She listened. Her eyes soaked wet. It was their daughter’s 2nd birthday.
in walking on the pavements,
giving way to others
in catching a crowded bus
in sitting for hours,
eyes fixed, ossified,
in missing the countryside,
the pure winds of bliss,
in bowing down
to the pervasive cacophony,
I miss my town…
embrace me, the cold winds
like two strands of single life
never setting free,
entwined together, forever,
and living on each other’s soul,
engulfing, leaving behind
a carcass soaked in grief,
I beseech thee, to hold upon me
till my every breath
I wake up every day only to notice the newspapers citing heinous acts of crime.
weary eyes, wounded soul,
pit of flesh, writhing, falls,
hits the pearl of your eyes,
laughes thee as it drifts by,
pit of flesh, it is naught,
torn, melted, wrought
a gift of nature drifts by
when will I again fly?
with every breath, I wonder,
with every post I gather clue,
I wonder how your life unveiled
and on WordPress, I met you…
with every Follow two lives connect,
with every Like an acknowledgment made,
connects with every comment a subtle path,
we shelter beneath blogging’s shade…
an author you are, or aspire to be,
or a bard; verses spread from thee,
or a blithe traveller echoing your soul,
or a wanderer, searching your goal…
Life will lead to summits you seek
Flow with your thoughts and you will reach…
dripping down his crops –
first cries of baby girl
How can I be free
while dragging the boulders of regretfulness,
while drinking from the goblets of sins,
while soaring in the miasma of pretentiousness…
How can I be free
while moulding my own shackles
of greed, ego,
while bowing down
to the guillotine of deceit…
How long will I be aloof
of my own being,
my death or the patience of eternity,
How long will I take
to muster courage
and extend hands
for my own acceptance…