Sunday, February 26, 2006

Living my illusions

Like the winds blowing over,
To my side of the table...
The breeze cooler on the other side,
Or just my illusions of a kind...

Could I understand your words ?
When you whisper to me...
I would not know; Don't want to,
I just love my illusions of this kind...

Rough notes scribbled in my mind...
blurred letters written and forgotten,
Sometimes I carry images of the past,
But mostly I live my illusions of the kind...

The frost on the glass; Unclear...
Holding life distant and you dear!
I try to look into the clear liquid sometimes...
Usually I prefer my illusions of the kind...

When I hear your words, I am silent,
When I touch you, I am complete...
Sometimes I let reality take over...
On most days I believe my illusions of my kinds...

-Anubhav

Friday, February 17, 2006

The shoe and the tin can

The little kid holding her hand, walking alongside,
His two little steps matching her single leaps,
The smile playing on his lips, the sparkle of his eyes,
Reflecting the safe peace of his mind, with his mother,
Running around her in circles and then catching up,
She looking at him - smiling, he looking back with a giggle...

After a while, the tired little legs need help,
And she lifts him in her arms, safe arms of the mother...
He snuggles up and falls asleep, calm, at peace,
The world is hidden from him, he just feels the breeze -
- Caressing his hair while he is in his safe haven,
Being loved, loving, living the sunrise of his life...

His eyes closed with dreams passing him by,
Like the streets of the city, criss-crossed by traffic!
Dreams of the playground, dreams of the garden,
Dreams of the flowers and the butterflies and the toys!!
Sound sleep, the ocean of the world sweeping all over...
Glow worms shining and stars twinkling at him.

Then... he woke up in shock... scared... alone,
On his bed, no arms holding him, no safe peace!!
No breeze in his air, his eyes fixated to the corner...
Looking at his shoe from his childhood, one of the pair,
And the beer can from last night; Living in retrospect...

-Anubhav

The slum of my city

In the highrise skyline of my city,
I often see a frail sign of smoke -
Rising from a thatch roofed house...
Containing the smell of hunger and need,
A silent prayer; A distant courage;
Comforting words in the masks of lies,
I see it rise, as if from a burning corpse -
- of humanity; The price of life in a big city...
... the cost of the laughter of children,
I see life crawling in the underbelly of pretention,
An ugly face of undying hunger shadows the houses -
- jumbled boxes of human life in the slum of my city...

-Anubhav

Soaring High

Floating on ether, holding your hands, I fly in -
- the blue shades of reflecting skies in your eyes,
Letting time slip by through the spaces in my hands,
I float into the passing sands like a forgotten moment,
And I stay there, suspended between you and your love,
Waiting; Biding my time; To move closer to the latter,
I listen to your hair silently falling down your back...
Hear the sounds that your eye-lids make while blinking,
I can listen to the echoes of your whispers in my mind,
While I rise up in a callous mood, soaring high...

- Anubhav

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

I stand in stillness

I try to walk, but my feet won't move - not even an inch,
They are transfixed to the one spot that I stand in...
Petrified, I whisper to my own self, I beg my legs to move,
To take me back to my home, to let me crash and sleep...
I look up to the stars, its getting dark all around...
They blink at me - the stars - as if smiling at my pain,
Some more join in, and together they laugh,
Constellations from the cosmos, looking down at a man...
A man - alone - looking back at the skies,

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

Fade Away

Dreams fade away into the foggy night of life,
Some silent and others with their own words to say,
They crawl into the dark, to never return to you,
Filaments of emotions entangled together, into a dream...

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

Taste for red

The need for lush feelings to surround me,
To be held close, to feel the smell; Breath it...
To feel love melting on my taste buds,
The need to summarize lust in a moment...

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

I slipped and fell - Excerpt

I looked into the deep of her eyes set ablaze -
With emotions and love; Silent and yet so loud...
I felt the ethereal pull of her glimpse,
Like being pushed on by feather touches,
I could not hold back, I rushed on ahead,
I shot like a bullet, I slipped and fell...

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

When I flew high

I stand like a rock, on the beaches of pain,
Life hitting me with its waves all day...
My hands tied behind me, I cannot save my face...
I see the smiling birds flying away -
- from me, leaving me standing on the shore,
The sunrise hurts my eyes, sudden light -
- after the darkness, surprise after shock...
I can hear the laughter of yesterday echo,
Resounding with music of the young days...
When I could run faster than time...
When I could leave the pain behind...
When I could dream with open eyes in the mornings,
When in the evenings I could play my guitar,
You left me alone... you left me far...
I can hear the winds of yesterday scaring me,
My hairs stand on their ends... feeling the loss -
- of the time when I could conjure magic,
When I could drown paper boats and jump with joy,
When I could feel my dreams up in the sky...
I remember the day when I could fly...

-Anubhav

Jungle Playground

The place where I hid when mother got angry,
The place where I lived my dreams alone,
I walked barefoot on the ground, feeling the grass -
- slide under my feet, and the birds flying around,
Silent words of the people from my dreams,
Echoes from the trees, whispering stories to me,
Calling me - each towards its own tale of life,
Some low pitched, some ruffled words in the breeze,
Me; running around, tying my shoes, chasing the bees...
Rush of laughter hurled towards me from the void,
Watching the sun go down on the green trees...
Hanging on the iron post, whistling to myself...
Living life in my jungle playground.

-Anubhav

Monday, February 13, 2006

Flickering Dreams

Flickering fragments of dreams spread through the void...
Coloured shades of emotions, faking a smile...
Rather unsaid than spoken, silent than loud,
Pieces of a jigsaw that never add up to a complete image,
Relentless nudging thoughts, cornered and left alone...

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

Friday, February 10, 2006

Green Water

Hidden visions of your back yard, green reflections in my eyes,
I walk in my shadows to discover the depth in my tears,
Remembering when we dipped our feet in the water,
And sat there, holding hands, watching the sunsets in winters...

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

A shallow river in my mind

The depth of my emotions -
- has not been easy to comprehend,
What I say? What I feel? What I pretend?
Sometimes when it looks so deep...
With unbounded emotions in retreat...

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

Frozen yesterday

Once flowing, showing sure signs of life,
Meandering across the landscape of time...
Touching places, people and emotions...
Making whispering and shouting sounds,
Walking on, sprinting and gushing with laughter....

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

Sunday, February 5, 2006

Silent and surprised...

Feelings that once flowed like water, like a dream in my eyes,
Like strokes of paint on canvas, unbounded and free...
Merging blood from my veins and emotions from my mind,
Glimpses of sunrise, and, of dusk - blending in my thoughts...

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