pot stirring and other stuff: April 2014

heartless unforgiving bonds

Expectations fret once more,
They never seem to say die,
Raising again from the phoenix,
Hopes never let stem the try.
Hell's edge, or heaven's gates,
Desires sprout a life of its own,
Be it barren waste land,
Tiny tender seeds always get sown.
They may grow into trees,
But mostly they wither and die,
They r not meant to fructify,
As much, to nurture a lie.
How does one cut away,
How does one go beyond,
Those vile chains of wines,
Those heartless unforgiving bonds?

regularity of a fight

sometimes the regular familiarity of a fight, is all that's left worth feeling good about, in a relationship!

love and patience

when
she seeks love,
and where he seeks patience,
both being,
not immediate needs,
but rapacious hunger,
born out of voids
of eons of unlovedness,
ages of no indulgences
handed out by people
who have claimed to love them.

he kisses away her tears,
with his patient heart,
and she stitches his wounds,
with a kind needle,
they empty each other
of pain and sorrow.

and he fills her with compassion
and she fills him with love,
and thus love completes them.

when
she seeks love,
and where he seeks patience,
both being,
not immediate needs,
but rapacious hunger,
born out of voids
of eons of unlovedness,
ages of no indulgences
handed out by people
who have claimed to love them.

he kisses away her tears,
with his patient heart,
and she stitches his wounds,
with a kind needle,
they empty each other
of pain and sorrow.

and he fills her with compassion
and she fills him with love,
and thus love completes them.

Two loving human beings..

now you must wonder
why is it, that i have called u here
of all the unlikely places,
to you, it must seem so unclear!

a grave yard,u must admit,
does respects its dead,
wraps bodies in luxuriant grass
a lush soft bedspread.

Its here that i earnestly
wish it to be parted,
put to eternal rest....
our love long departed.

our selfish, fettered,
conditional worldly love,
that which couldn't stand time's test
it needs its space now.

chocking and rasping,
its clingy unattractive groans,
a jarring cry for attention,
a dying swan's song.

here, at this serene spot
let it quietly repose,
we'll throw dirt on its grave,
bring curtains to a dignified close.

then we will walk back,
hand in hand ,agreeing
selfish lovers, no longer
just two loving human beings!

Two loving human beings..

now you must wonder
why is it, that i have called u here
of all the unlikely places,
to you, it must seem so unclear!

a grave yard,u must admit,
does respects its dead,
wraps bodies in luxuriant grass
a lush soft bedspread.

Its here that i earnestly
wish it to be parted,
put to eternal rest....
our love long departed.

our selfish, fettered,
conditional worldly love,
that which couldn't stand time's test
it needs its space now.

chocking and rasping,
its clingy unattractive groans,
a jarring cry for attention,
a dying swan's song.

here, at this serene spot
let it quietly repose,
we'll throw dirt on its grave,
bring curtains to a dignified close.

then we will walk back,
hand in hand ,agreeing
selfish lovers, no longer
just two loving human beings!

Its goodbye time again,

And

Its goodbye time again,
The usual, the inevitable....
Of the final kind,
What hurts most
Are the eyes...
They have refused
To show solidarity,
They have not
Shed a solitary tear,
Neither for you
Nor for me!

feelings

the lips mouth
right utterance,
acceptable expressions,
mark the face
hides the dead weight,
the stride even,
managing a spring,

its the stubborn eyes......
they refuse to lie!

The waiting!

Like the promise
of about to fall
nectar-filled rain
on dry hot days,
like the aroma
of hot temptous food,
discovered by an hungry stomach,
like the wondrous strain
of energizing melody
far far away,
getting closer and closer,
like a scented letter
filled with good tidings
that has to come,
sooner than later,
like the magestic peacock
about to preen and dance!.

That's how it feels
waiting for you!