The Poet Took A Stroll Around

-= The Game =-

2006-02-26T09:24:00.000+09:00

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Amazed at how you indulge me, Life
One moment in my grip
And drained out the very next
Negotiating your escape,
Switching my palms.
As I aim at you, once more
Like the prey of my catch.

Hide and seek,
Dodge and chase
It's all become a game
And I'm always getting skilled
Without a hint of the rules,
Or a clue about my score.

Wish I could shift my gaze and find out.
But that's when
You'll take the last escape and defeat me,
End the game, and disappear
Without even a final round.

: ~Sen~

-= Desert Ground =-

2006-02-26T09:18:00.000+09:00

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And then those moments go away
Again, slipping and sliding
Streaming out,
Like the flow of sand grains
from between the fingers
Thinning and dwindling
Slowly, the possessions of this palm.

Carried away far and random
by a silent, yet restless wind
Each thrown apart from the rest
as they trickle out
One with another,
One after another.

Somewhere in the distance
They'll finally graze through the surface
Slide into this sea of thousand others
like them
Nothing, but just another knit
Into this weave of sand
Coarse, yet smooth.

I'll stand, gaze fixed
Watching the grains go away,
Drain out from my palm
Like the rain from clouds
That runs them dry.

They'll all vanish
Emptying my hold, no longer bound
But a slight burrow of what I picked up
and tried to carry along
Is still left as a memory
Forever, like a scar upon my desert ground.

: ~Sen~

-= Firefly =-

2005-09-25T23:41:00.000+09:00

Blessed is the sinful ray,
That ruptures the black.
As it filters through the morning dew
Shivering sensuously on the tendril's curves,
And fades to a mellow death
Enraptured, as it kisses your skin
Smooth like honey, Sweet as caramel.

Soon the dawn would arise to a brilliant glow
That suffuses from your face,
Into the crimson horizon.
While I gaze hypnotized, mesmerized
At the delicate silhouette of you
Melting into the morning haze

The night would again befall,
When the candles flow onto you
A soft yellow of their light
As you shimmer and sparkle
Brighter than all their might.

But this is me, just a firefly
Watching you float into your dreams
As I shine on you, the glow of my burn.
Ensconced in your sweet slumber,
You wouldn't know who was afire
Around you, the entire night.

And when the morning comes,
You'll wake up, kissed by the sinful ray
Yet again.
My light would dim, and die out
As I hide myself from the mocking sun.
And wait till the moment again,
When I'll burn onto you with all my might
And become your unseen and unknown,
Firefly in the night.

: ~Sen~

-= Traveller Trails =-

2005-09-21T14:56:00.000+09:00

Naked feet on the torrid sand,
I'll traverse this ocean of nothingness
As the trails of my footprints
Slit across its bloodless heart.
And they won't disappear, ever
Like the mirage of silhouettes
That walk upon this voiceless land

I'll stumble and fall,
As I climb the jagged slopes
Look up to the parched horizon
The sun burnished to a red
But still not thick as the colour
Of the blood that I bled.

Shine on me,
The fire of your burn
That guides my footsteps,
And slowly chars the rest of me.
I might fissure under the blaze
Crumble down and kiss the earth.
But as the darkness spreads over
And the tired sun fades out
The imperishable spark of my spirit
Would light the ashes,
From which I'd rise
Like a Phoenix in the night.
'Cause it'd soon be another day
Another day, in the crucial war
Of the untiring traveller
And the scorching rays.

: ~Sen~

-= Pebblestone =-

2005-09-10T04:12:00.000+09:00

A Pebblestone on the untouched calm,
Is all it takes.
As the trains of wave travel through,
Wrinkling and Melting,
The glassy spread of the spotless glaze.

This mirror of myriad reflections,
Upon which floats my world, so silent,
Shatters and breaks apart,
As the tumultuous waves rip through.
Bending and Tearing,
The shimmering images of the pristine view.

But soon the ripples fade away,
As do the fissures that run across.
While I watch the pieces melt into one,
And delicately float on the surface.
Once again.

This is a relentless contest,
Of the turbulent and the tranquil.
Never has it stopped.
Neither ever it will.
As I keep sitting alone on this idling boat,
Sometimes staring at the unchanging reflections,
And sometimes watching them break and rejoin.
When hoping for a newer world to come afloat,
I strike this watery stillness.
With a Pebblestone.
Yet again.

: ~Sen~

-= Faded Footprints =-

2005-06-11T00:06:00.000+09:00

The silence walks beside me today,
Awaking the calm in its gracious sway.
Embraced by the virgin peace,
I slowly drift along.
And journey amid the voices,
Which only sing your song.

There's a place, a beautiful place,
Where I once saw you cross my way.
It's been since then,
That I've walked the same path everyday,
Only to find your absence,
And your fading footprints.
While everything there gathers age,
Staying motionless in your endless wait.

Did you know,
That since the morn you brushed past them,
In your fragrant and sweet sashay,
I've seen those leaves shiver,
With a sensuous tremor,
Everytime they've been kissed, by the morning ray.

And it'll be a long time,
Before I visit that place again.
'Cause life is a voyage,
And I've already set sail.

But I'll come back there,
Before the sun sets upon my days.
And taking my last breaths, I'd lay,
Upon the realms of sunburnt grass and broken leaves,
Beneath which would lie buried,
Your faded footprints in the crimson clay.

: ~Sen~

-= The Last Sunset =-

2005-06-10T23:58:00.000+09:00

The dried up crust,
And the brittle veins.
All crumbled to dust,
And withered away.

The leaf that fluttered,
One last time,
And fell down for an infinite existence,
Into the dusty shrine.

That is how it goes,
As time drifts away.
A perpetual flow of the temporary,
Is what we swim against.

A breeze in the dawn,
And its a joyous sway.
While a gust in the dusk,
And you're thrown away.
Forever.

: ~Sen~

-= When It Finally Dawns Upon =-

2005-04-07T08:11:00.000+09:00

The clouds finally drifted away,
And into the horizon
They got swallowed.
And as the first ray shot across,
Cutting through the velvet black,
The zephyr brushed past me,
And I awoke to the caramel glow.

This was my awakening,
Long lost by the starry skies
And the dreamy nights.
Reality is not such a bad place,
I thought, as I got up from the sweet repose
And shook the sand off my feet.
And down with it went all the memories,
Of those chimerical dreams.

All the countless faces,
That used to lead me astray,
Had gone away like the fallen leaves,
Into the spring's gusts on a dusty day.
They're gone, They're gone !
And it feels so good to be free,
Flying up far away,
On the sunshine's soft glow
Of a comforting reprieve.

There's a world beyond,
Till long beyond those indulging illusions,
That used to entice me into the dark corners,
Where I could feel but never see.
So here I let go away,
Of all those allurements that had me captured,
And also those that I tried to sieze.
Now is the time to set down firm,
My own two feet on the ground.

'Cause there's a lot to do,
Before I can go to sleep yet again,
And think about something new,
Something real.
Instead of getting led away,
By a renegade fantasy of things surreal.

: ~Sen~

-= Empty Hands And The Unchained Mind =-

2005-04-05T20:11:00.000+09:00

There are a thousand words,
That I can't say tonight.
And a thousand more,
Spinning like a tornado,
Ravaging my mind.

My hands are tied,
My lips are sealed.
And I'm scared of breaking,
The silence this time.
Yet again.

Did my heart just skip a beat?
And something clicked,
Inside my throat?
Or did the voice quiver,
as I spoke?
No, it can't be real.
This feeling so surreal.

'Cause it's futile to touch,
What I cannot hold.
So I just sit here,
With my lonely gaze,
All alone.

I know who I am.
A man without advantage,
Of the mundane yearnings.
Not enough to adorn you,
With your unsatiated cravings.
Yes, a man so helpless today,
With nothing to give,
But a few rhyming lines to say.

Lord help me!
I feel strange inside.
A great change sweeps me through,
And I swerve towards another sign.

I know you're just a midnight dream,
Just to show me
How I die to hold you,
When it's my touch that,
You just wouldn't feel.

I need to close my eyes,
I need to fall asleep.
Only to drift away
And be torn apart
In your beautiful dream.
Who knows,
This morning when I wake up,
I'd look into the mirror,
And perhaps laugh at myself,
And at what I've been.
Perhaps.

: ~Sen~

-= The Illusioned Delusion In The Hallucinations Of You =-

2005-02-24T17:56:00.000+09:00

There goes another one
One more moment without you.
And it's beginning to end,
That which never started.
I could even see
The haze finally set in,
As you departed.

Fade out, Fade out.
That's what'll happen to me.
And to you.
As I turn the page.
Onto the next chapter.
Where against your memories,
A new war, I'd wage.
Yet again.

Out of control,
On the high speed lanes
I swerve and skid,
Right at another bend.
The brakes fail me,
As the failures break me.

Crashed and Smashed,
I'm getting dragged away
But it won't matter.
'Cause there's no more of you,
Sitting beside me,
That I'd try to save.

Nothing could have been more sweet.
Your giggles, your chatter.
Your laughter , your tears.
Your cozying upto me in times of fear.
The soft , calm voice.
The sadness, the joy.
The magical, healing touch.
Those delicate, beautiful hands
Of velvet skin.
Touching which ,
Was the most beautiful sin.

These hallucinations,
They were all I could see.
Living all these moments,
Inside my head, like a reality dream.
For I could never tell you,
How I've taken a foot forward,
And two steps backward,
Whenever I've tried to tell you,
My truth.

But now
Even these illusions fade away,
After you're gone.
And with them has disappeared,
All the soothing pleasure,
In which I used to drown.

But some precious pieces,
I could never let go.
Cling on to them tight,
As they too linger, on my mind.
They're my only company,
When I'm alone.
And it's then that I know,
Infatuation for you
Is to what,I'll forever be prone.

But I need to move on,
Even with those hazy pictures,
Of you, in my eyes.
It was a beautiful pause in my life,
When you were around.
But stuck in that moment,
Of that killing but indulging silence
Has torn me apart.

And today the only wish I'd make,
Is that may these pieces,
Of those beautiful illusions,
With me forever stay.
But how I wish,
I never come across you
No, never again.
'Cause my world would freeze,
My breath would stop,
And I'd be numbed forever.
Once Again.

: ~Sen~

-= Your Absent Presence =-

2005-02-24T17:52:00.000+09:00

"It's such a mystery, this life.
Isn't it?
How it first lends a hand,
And then turns away.
While you stand there thinking,
You've finally caught hold,
Of that elusive ray.

It's these sighs that I have,
And it's all I'm left with now.
Though I've tried so hard,
In the face of these vicious tricks,
Not to let myself bow, not anyhow.

It's these days, you know,
When my searching eyes,
Just look around like hungry savages.
While a whirlpool of emptiness,
In my inside, ravages.

But I'm tired now.
Tired of seeing the hands slip away.
Even as I grapple and grope,
Just to get a hold of them,
Drowned in this sea of darkness,
In which I sit and pray.

Everything's an illusion.
Every moment is just a dream.

And no, you never find,
The way back,
When the sun furiously beams,
An effulgent spread,
With rays of nothing else,
But the colour black.

My patience has stretched beyond,
And has weared out thin.
It won't be long before it snaps apart,
And the hopeful wait would dawn upon me,
As nothing but against myself,
My greatest sin.

So why do I still lie in wait,
Of hands that would never hold.
All these prices beyond my reach,
Anything that appears gold.

Perhaps it is times like these,
When I should really give up and let go,
Of all the things that come and disappear,
In the most fanciful of my unreal dreams.
For it is criminal to fool your mind,
Into waiting so long,
When drowned in this illusion,
I can only push myself further,
Into the throes of this seclusion.

No, I can no more let myself,
Be a slave to this need.
Maybe I've been trying just too hard,
So to this unsatiated yearning, I could feed.
Maybe it's futile to touch these apparitions,
Before they turn into something real.
You run past, you run through them,
But it is you whom they just,
Never seem to feel.

So, here I stand up,
Breathing in deep.
Taking in all that has ran, out of me.
I won't sit here and wait for you.
'Cause I've assumed that in this life ,
You're never going to be something,
That's even remotely true.

Maybe in the long journey ahead,
I'd sometimes stop and think of you.
But just for a moment,
And then I'll be off again,
Onto the meandering paths up ahead.

'Cause there are other visions,
Of paradise and hell,
That have been blocked from my view,
By your absent presence.
'Cause I also want to witness,
The sun rise and set,
Instead of your eclipse that's been,
Omnipresent.

And 'cause,
Thinking about you,
And sinking into your shallow depths,
Is what I would do,
When inside my grave, I finally rest."

: ~Sen~

-= The Bird That Flew =-

2005-02-24T17:39:00.000+09:00

The bird might fly.
Yes, it might.
Away from this old tree, where,
Every bird stays perched,
just 'cause, every other does.
Yes, it might fly.
Breaking this mould,
and into the unexplored skies.
High up there,
Above the silver clouds.
Even if what's ahead,
stays mired in the shadow of doubts.

The bird should fly,
Yes, it should.
Stagnancy kills it,
So why shouldn't it try?

The bird must fly.
Yes, it must.
Else , how would it find
the crest of life,
out of this trough of darkness,
in which it resides?

The bird will fly,
Yes, it will.
Even if the threatening clouds hover above,
with all their might,
and make even the daylight seem,
as if it was captured by the night.

The bird took to the flight.
Yes, it did.
The storm threatened it to stop,
But these wings full of fight,
mocked at the wind,
which they fearlessly chopped.

Across the oceans,
Above the lands.
Over the snow,
as well as the sands.
So many years of flight,
But it still flew,
as if eternity was nearby.
"Just a few more flappings of the wings",
and it thought,
"I'd know just how to survive."

Wearied to the wings,
weathered in the feather.
The last drops of life,
it fought to keep together.
It made them quiver,
even these hands of death,
when they throttled the bird,
finding it short of breath.

The bird no longer flies,
No, it doesn't.
But I'm glad that it once did.
Else how would it have survived,
all these years,
If it had stayed perched on the old tree,
Where lightning struck that stormy night,
and burnt down all who had thought,
that breaking the mould,
was never in their might ?

: ~Sen~