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”