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