Lost in your Thoughts . . .

Lost in your thoughts, I roam, insanely
In search of your sights, that looks unlikely
Looms ahead of me a future that is just as dark
Just as dark as my past, as lonely and stark

Doomed for all eternity, to miss your caress,
Fooled by my fate, into a life of distress
Tried and tested by a jury of ill luck
I gave up my stance, turned into a sitting duck

How is it that you came to be with me?
Was it destiny, or purely a mystery?
Why were you by my side at all?
Was it for me? Coz I was afraid to fall?

Did you come just to leave me later?
See how I’d wither? Become a hater?
Are you like one of those winds of fate?
With me for a while, and a little too late?

P.S.: Advanced Happy Republic Day To Y'All!!

That Which Wouldn't Mend

I wished for a friend in the darkest times,

A friend I wished to be,

As I drowned in my own fateful rhymes,

My thoughts weighed in on me

I felt too lost; too numb, I knelt,

I felt just as lonely,

As lonely as she must have felt,

The day she had left me

She’s Gone! She’s Gone! I said and wept,

My tears just knew no end,

My cries were soft, yet so well kept,

In a heart that would not mend

Time  thus passed like a silent curse,

My cries, I stifled out,

But things soon went from bad to worse,

My cries had turned to shouts

Maybe that’s why my pain was heard

And someone did respond,

Just when I thought my end had neared,

My life seemed like reborn!

I opened out, like I never could,

She made me feel consoled,

She watched me, like a mother would,

She watched my life unfold

Her open arms I sought and found,

I rested there and cried,

She brought me back to my rebound

Her love, personified!

She found in me what I had lost

My vision she restored,

What I thought could never mend,

With love, it had been cured

“She’s now too far” some say to me,

But that is so untrue,

For when I close my eyes and see,

I find her, true and true.

Do You Remember?

Do you remember, my dearest friend?

That September day?

The day when rain Gods sorely wept,

That day you crossed my way?

Hark back to those midsummer rains,

Which soaked us through and through!

Those lovely drops of dancing grains,

Our way that nature threw!

Do you remember our one resolve?

“To stick” didn’t we intend?

As well as grains of salt dissolve,

Their way in water’s blend?

Aren’t you reminded of those times?

Those times we tried to fight?

Those times we ended up on knees,

And praised each other’s might?

You must remind yourself of me,

Even if I’m now long gone,

For each is on the other’s side,

Right where we do belong . . .

Through the mirror, Dawned My Day

I searched for you in the darkest corners,

I sought your warmth even in coldest coffers,

I longed for that ever slightest glimpse of your light,

Without ever stopping, never doubting my weak eyesight,

I made my way, through forests of fate,

I made my way to you, killing many monsters of hate

I paved the path of my righteous haste,

My struggle for you- I would never let it waste!

At last I reached a clearing in my life,

Where all could be seen, all but my strife,

I saw over there, on a hill you await,

Overseeing every step towards you I take

I climb up high, to see bask in your unbidden glory,

I sit beside your shadow, to reveal my sorry story

I look at you then, and realization dawns!

That you knew my story, as and when it was born!

You are the mirror of life, my inspiration,

You are the river of strife, my river of perspiration

I saw myself in you, my future and my past,

The light shone right through, revealing it to me,

at last!

Sin filled. . . .

Hot and steamy, I stand before you,
Smooth and creamy, like you wanted me to,
You stare at me, with longing lusty eyes,
Your demeanor too numb, as though made of ice!

You’re coming very close, swooping down on me,
You revere me, like a rose, come! Come and pick me!
I’m burning with all this heat, with liquid heat within,
With careful delicacy, sin-filled to the brim!


You take me with your hands, with moves: slow, Deliberate!
Your eyes scrutinize me, with love; so considerate!
I know that you’ll leave soon, having had your fill,
But not before you croon, your cravings unfulfilled!


You’ve almost drained me out, with your loving lips,
My time is running out, like one of those will-o-wisps
I leave you satiated, alert and enticed, for,
I’m your cappuccino, your mistress well disguised!

:D

Gotcha!!

Arms Wide Open

When the fruits of my repentance,

Are ripened well by time,

When all my faults and errors

Are tested and retried,

I’ll hold my arms wide open,

Welcoming your stride

When all the drops of water

Have dried up from the seas,

With all my sins forgiven,

I’ll do just the things I please,

I’ll hold my arms wide open,

In honor of your pleas!

When love has once more blossomed

In your heart for me,

Your blindness will have lessened

Enough for you to see,

I’ll hold my arms wide open,

For you’ll come back to me.

pic credit : Google

A Promise Kept

Hey There People!!

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The story Below is my Entry to the Ascension Short Story Contest taking place at Clarity of Night.
Would Love to have your Feedback on it

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A Promise Kept

  I rushed to the ICU ward of the Hospital as fast as my legs could carry me. It was almost daybreak. Twenty minutes ago, I had received the doctor’s call, confirming that the time had now come. That which I had been dreading; that which I had hoped would never happen; had now come to pass.

Like the dog afraid of his own shadow, I ran towards her.

    The ward came to view. Like a pale ghost, I slowed down to a standstill. The door was ajar. She was looking right at me.

    She seemed to be looking right through me, as though she knew of every thought and emotion tormenting my mind. She had that smile on her face; that carefree smile that even months of chemotherapy had failed to wipe out. Her smile seemed to be telling me something.

But I just couldn’t place it.

     The doctor came out just then. With an apologetic voice, he said “I’m so sorry, son. She succumbed just a few minutes ago. A brave fighter. God rest her soul.”

He walked away.

Terror tore at me and my insides seemed to shrivel up.

“That means . . . . . her eyes . . . . . Oh God!”

She knew I’d come. She kept waiting for me till the very end. Tears leaked out of my eyes. But I held strong. I kept her promise.  I never cried.

And I realized that she knew it.

 Her smile told me that.

P.S. :As of now, it hasn't been published in Clarity of Night yet, But i've been told that it will be The Entry No. 86

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Lost . . . .

Hello there, guys!!
A small note bfore continuing. . . .

As many of you very well know, I have been experimenting quite a lot now in these hols with PhotoShop. Fiddling, I like to call it.

Well, now I have gone on and decided to do something of it. Make it a little bit more productive. I have started a blog for my little amateur artworks, and this blog is now ready to go public.

The blog is called iMaze…....

I request you guys give it a shot and do comment
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It has been a while since I ever posted a poem online, so here’s one.

It’s been a while since I saw her smile,

And dance in harmony,

I’ve seen her cry her pretty eyes out

One time too many

Her Love she lost in saddened plight,

As evil fate would see,

I saw her tears run down her cheeks

In silent testimony

“She’s healed by now” I hoped to be

But that’s untrue I see

For she has shunned us me out her life,

Like a pecker does it’s tree

It hurts me too to know her plight

And still sit quite carefree

It hits me when I see her smile

While inwardly she bleeds

I hope she finds herself again,

Her old spirited smile

For that’s what I patiently wait

Her love could go a mile!

Dont even ask where that came from!

:P

Just me and my silly rhymes. . . . I guess  . . .

P.S.

Second Pic: "Untill My Dying Day" by Maxinne Marie


pps.
cross posted on Silent Recollections

The Rains are a'coming!!

The winds are strong, and I can feel the salty taste on my skin. It has been a long time coming, but I know it wouldn’t hold out any longer. After all, it’s the monsoon season!



The monsoon in this area has always fulfilled its promises. I would know. I’ve lived here all my life. All 6 years of it.


It’s been an awesome time here. I’ve had my good days and I’ve had those adventurous ones too. Youthful, unbridled joy comes to mind when I see those beautiful blades of grass, fresh in anticipation of the shower they are about to receive. I can even smell the mud. . . . You know, that wet mud smell that comes before every shower. It heightens my pleasure to think of the amazing feast we all will have once the rain stops. My pot belly grumbles; as though its angry, wishing the rain would start; almost willing it to start.


Though it’s been good, I’ve had my share of problems too. Like that time when the ugly neighbor kid who loved to chase around the poor butterflies with a net, spotted me, and decided to have some ‘Real Fun’ that day! He sneaked up and struck out at my leg when I was not looking, forcing me to hop and jump and scream in absolute pain! Thank God his mom called him just then. Another time he had almost poked my eye out with that death stick. Mom did tell me not to visit him or his garden thereafter. “An evil kid he is. I don’t want you anywhere near him. Do you understand? I guess I have to listen to her once in a while. . .


Now It’s time I did what all of us have to do. The monsoon demands it of us. I’m not complaining of course. To be frank, I’m rather proud of the job they gave me. It’s an honor after all, to be the harbinger of Good Times!


There! I see thunderclouds approaching! Just the look of those menacing clouds brings joy to everyone’s hearts! My voice is louder than an elephant’s trumpet, they say! (I can’t be sure though; Never met one of those mammoths!)


Now step aside, dear! Let me do my job!


So here goes:


“Hey Guys! The Rains a’Coming!!


Croak! Croak!


Ribbid! Ribbid!


CRRRRROOOAAAAAKK!!!”

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