life, Literature, Love, Uncategorized

Nostalgia

Am I nostalgic? 

For the sinful youthful

gone by, the momentary

bubbles of champagne 

burs-ted vanished into thin

airs.

Am I nostalgic? 

Of the elusive lovers

lost in the abysses of spiral

times.

Am I nostalgic? 

Of the silent tears and

melancholia heart

of my youth!

Am I nostalgic?

Of my fleeting vanity 

and the pride sunken deep in

rustic old mud

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Inspiration, life

Cold Insight

Hello all,

I hope you all are doing fine, well the cold in my part is not going away. Due to frigid cold all my creative juices have seemed to be frozen , I am being knocked down by strong currents of  weather related gloom, well two things that are keeping my sane are Exercise and Cartoons. I have some divine callings as well, I am often thinking of higher entity as well. I feel I need to be less materialistic and do away with my cosmetics, carbs and insecurities ( my allowance and in-law😉s).

I can be possessive at times over my stuff and people but my new gained cold insight tells me that I need to let go of all the possessions.  Although I don’t take myself very seriously but I need to try to be more humble. Let everything go, and take a holy dip in frozen lake somewhere . Kids will eventually grow up and leave, (cosmetics have already frozen) husband has his life too, what good is holding on? Attachment is the cause of all the suffering as Buddha says and very aptly so! I wish I can take a refuge somewhere in Himalayas, I know I have a monk inside me somewhere. But there are few things I can’t leave, carbohydrates (Chips, Pasta and Pizza), Cosmetics (lipsticks mainly) and Books ( although I read less now a days).

Well Ill catch you all later, I’ve to go to spa for my routine massage and then may be over nice glass of red wine and glazed shrimp, ill introspect more over possessions and attachments!!

Take care !

 

 

wind's tale
Literature, Love, Nature

Murky Clouds

Gentle translucent dew drops

brought along murky clouds

on grey chariots of northern winds

taking me in their mighty clutches 

tossing, spinning me to the

dimensions of the other world, 

as rays of amber Sun descended

on the eclipsed horizons, the  

mighty chariots of Northern winds  

froze in eternity and I once again

came back from the hell! 

life, Nature, poetry

Voids of hearts

Voids of hearts

are like withered

leaves of bygone

autumns

 

Young saplings do

sprout in vibrant 

springs, hope 

takes birth in 

fissures of 

Earth 

 

But the gloom of 

marble tombstones

erected on scarlet

hearts forever

lingers 

 

Tombs inscribed

on polished ruby 

hearts stand like

rows of platoons 

of martyred 

leaves

 

Midst celebrations 

of new battalions 

the void left

by the fallen

leaves somehow 

always hovers …

 

 

 

wound
Love, Nature

Lady Aloofness

The patron goddess
of lonely beings,
Lady Aloofness,
adorned in ashen
maxi enthroned
on errie silence
visited last
dampish evening
Between her
listening and
mine chatters
The maiden
Stillness stood
but the resolute
goddess coiled
around my neck
like a raven
serpent slithering
going mary
go-round
strangulating
all the chords
dwelling in humble
throat, chocking
any word, hissing
away any sense
smothering any
desire with her
venomous fangs!

Pain
Love, Nature, poetry

Every Sigh

In every sigh

on edge of those

porous breaths,

rests a subtle 

suffering, grief

of parting, a 

doomed  sense 

of loss of million

tiny breaths 

conceived in

hollow airs

but warmed 

in ashes of 

mine coral

embers fueled

of inflammable 

maroonish liquid

that runs its

course through

nitrogen cold 

Veins, while 

body fades out

once, those 

delicate breaths 

burn out every

minute!

 

 

 

 

Open Kitchen
Love, Obituary, Spirtual

Divinier

Today a melancholic evening ,  I decided to

take a walk in pristine white snows wearing 

gloomy leather boats trudging heavily on

 eerie icy paths leaving  behind a

place once called home

 

While on way, I am met by a withered skeletal  

tree standing his  ground despite the havocs

 caused by ice and water  waving at me with

his trembling Parkinson’s  branches, 

grinning at me in a peculiar

fashion of  old men. 

 

Crescent moon shining like a soothsayer’s  

crystal it’s whites reflecting the whites of

snow prophesying , that moment of

redemption is near  revealing a 

vision through it’s translucent 

lights

 

A puny little squirrel trails  along  may be

looking for some company  chirping about the 

the loveliness of weather while nibbling

on a decayed nut, playing 

hide- seek with me.

 

Northern wind like a nagging aunt blowing 

here and there doing her wintery chores, with

careless locks of snowy flakes on her forehead

poking in my affairs and blocking

my way ..

 

Exhausted sat at the banks of a frozen creek,

from behind a mist a limping shadow in pale

moonlight comes forth,  I realize he is the deer

I hit last year with my silver car, his large

kohl eyes penetrating mine, in an act of 

forgiveness he gracefully allows me to

share his space, 

 

The  gloom nestled in me dissolves, I know

on this evening I am touched by the

diviner as I went home

carrying the nut!