Thursday, December 29, 2005

A Few Dead Men

Behold the sounds of footsteps, creeping on you from behind,
A shallow growl of darkness – a mark of death – unsigned…
Shadows taking forms, crawling men with guns on their backs,
Shocking lights; Pungent smells; Eyes staring from the shacks...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Sojourn of my thoughts

My mind did sail in the stream -
Flowing with the wind, ushered by the waters,
Empty decks on the ship with silent empty quarters,
Left the ports long ago - floating in the unknown,
Surrounded by loud clouds yet walking all alone...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Let me speak

If I had to be quiet, silence would not be the same,
There would be no questions asked; No thoughts about your name,
There would be no wonders in laughter; we would be all alone...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Friday, December 16, 2005

Silent Waters

Summer sunsets; noises fading into the night,
Silent quarters on the deck; a flickering ship light,
The sailors looking at the sea; silent waters retrospect...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Monday, December 12, 2005

I wait for you

I heard a song long time ago with a theme of changing seasons,
I could not understand the subtle notes of your everchanging reasons ...
Sometimes you loved, sometimes you left me all alone...
Sometimes it was cold, sometimes hot in the cauldron...
It rained and you clung to me, looking in my eyes...
A summer night; you walked away with dreams of the skies...
I remember the song that you played on the guitar,
I remember you who were; Forget who you are,
I still hold on to your smell on the spring afternoon,
And dream of the smile when you looked at the moon,
The sounds of your footsteps resonate in my mind...
The way you sneaked up on me from behind...
I wonder if the seasons would change once more...
I wonder and wait for you to turn up at the door...

-Anubhav

Thursday, December 8, 2005

Dreams and Rains

Little boys running around with paper boats in hands,
Rain drops falling all over; dreams of distant lands...
A little boy with red laced shoes, runs over to splash his mate,
The little girl with ribbons blue, swings over across the gate...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Sunday, December 4, 2005

While your darkness shone

Final thoughts, light; dark; sunrises after sunsets;
When it begins; when it ends; Smiles and unfelt frets;
I said - went quiet; I felt; forgot; Did you say or did I dream ?
You danced with me when it was dark; Reality; It would seem....
Heartfelt thoughts; Apologies; Obligations of a heart so alone...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Monday, November 28, 2005

Another Painful Recess

What am I? The summer heat? The winter cold?
Effervescence of sadness quietly re-told ?
A bubbling marsh of death; pain; destruction;
A fallen angel; Risked again for resurrection...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Friday, November 25, 2005

Renegade of Hope

Relegation of dreams; High hopes to fear of death!
Summers full of darkness; Winters with cold breath;
Errors; misdemeanors; repercussions; I depreciate!
Smiles - Forgotten; Lost; To pain I now relate...
I am a prisoner of thoughts; An error-prone device!
Supple; Tender; Damaged; From dusk to sunrise...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Monday, November 21, 2005

Calm Distress

Quiet paths; Sombre tones; Long forgotten dreams of you,
Silent voids; Unfelt songs; Thoughts melting into the blue....

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Thursday, November 10, 2005

It's been taken

Fragments; of Me and of the thoughts crawling in my head,
A part of my self retreating, realizing that I am dead,
Loose threads of imaginations funnel down my mind,
I look for a dream and there is nothing I can find...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Thursday, November 3, 2005

Cognitive Silence

Silence; Impeccable; Cognitive;
Reflecting sounds from within...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Doubts of the soul

Summer slit into the mind, effervescent with heat,
Like a bubbling marsh, smelling of dead carcasses,
Mundane but surreal, petrified and paralysed,
Must time ask permission, to halt and move on...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Alive for just a night

You say "final words" at dawn,
And you met me just last night,
Would you leave me now and be gone,
It was a temporary delight!!

Was there nothing said at all,
Or did a lifetime just pass by,
Was it just a wishful dream,
Or is everything else a lie...

I could hear footsteps when I slept,
Your thoughts hitting in my head,
Born for so long; Alive for just a night,
Lived all these days again to be dead.

Like a whisper; said; not heard,
Like a crisp whiff of air,
A night, full of lights,
Then dark days; Life's unfair.

Would you smile once, before you go,
Just a last glimpse of light,
And then we part, you leave me,
In a dark endless night...

-Anubhav

Tuesday, October 4, 2005

someplace beyond myself

sometimes nothing happens and you still feel that a lot is happening all around you but you kind of get confused... you ask yourself... is this really what i want or is it something else ... you ask yourself about the millions of things that you keep thinking about... you try to find out the most important things ... the things that seemingly matter a lot to you ... but then you take a second look.. you take a walk back into the previous moments and you try to understand the choices that you made ... and you find yourself totally bewildered ... and you ask yourself ... did i really make those choices or was it just a blunder ? you ask yourself ... is this what i really want again ? .... and you still do not know the answer ... and all the while the sky is continually turning grey.. and you are holding your breath ... trying to figure out what exactly is going on around you in the world ... you question everything ... and yet you do not know the ansews that you have been looking for so long... you just fail to understand any of this ... you look around and you look above and you look below your feet and its all void ... all empty .. pieces and crumbs of nothingness ... and you ask ... why am I here ? ... the age old quetion that people have been asking to themselves ever since the inception of humanity itself.... to be or not to be ... did i just pop out in the wrong place on the planet at the wrong time ? .... bah ... just figments of never ending imagination ... just minor misplaced blocks of a big jigsaw puzzle... is it all unreal or is there something among all this nonsense that actually makes some sense to anyone ... i don't know ... and i sometimes feel that i really do not want to know either ... i just want life to move on at its own morbid pace... i just want life to take an unknown and uncertain path to someplace that i don't even think about in my dreams ... someplace hidden in my heart somewhere ... my mind being totally oblivious to it.. someplace that i want to end up in ... someplace beyond myself

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Clouded Vision

There is silent way in which you move into my eyes,
I do not know if its you or if it is my heart that lies,
You move into my vision and you cloud up my thoughts,
I feel the world all silent even among the gun shots...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

Murder on the deck

"What questions?", asked the sailor, "Ho!", "What questions?", asked the captain too,
"No man has stood up on that deck and questioned, but a mighty few",
"You have a gun!", the captain checked, "A fine steel blade", the sailor said,
The first mate ran all drenched in blood with shades of cold and bloody red...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

My Angel

Silent nights, silent times; sound sleep in my arms,
Words unsaid, dreams in red, and daisies in the farms,
Little angel, your eyes look at me from the dreams,
In the dark, its so quiet and I hear your happy screams...

And I know I have to walk on, holding on to your hands,
Be with you till the end, time is passing with the sands,
Little angel, your words are calling me in the silence,
Lets go to some place with peace, away from this violence,

Just keep your arms on mine, wait for the dawn sun shine,
Sleep in my lap, silent as a baby, it shall all be fine,
Little angel, holding on to me in her sleepy dreams again,
We shall walk out in the sun and we shall dance in the rain....

- Anubhav

Monday, September 19, 2005

In the light of darkness

In the light of darkness I walk across the streets,
Muffled sounds of silence as loud as bass drum beats,
Steps behind my steps, when I walk away from me,
Fingers pointing sky-wards ask what the world would be...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”