Sunday 30 August 2015

God, can you just get back to me asap?

Hey there,
It's been a while since I have simply talked to you. People pray so much to you. You must be kind of sick listening to them 24/7, right? Know what, I used to only talk to you or simply wanting to experience your existence. Somehow down the line, while we were supposedly walking together, you seem to have kind of vanished. Busy with many folks you must be. You put me with other people in your own silent style and I went on. Your beautiful creations were constant reminders of your classy taste and passion. I smiled.
You had poured into me the nectar of love and care when you passed me on to my moms womb. I grew on it and with it fortunately. You certainly didn't like it when I kept it to myself. Some relished it, most of them, I guess, but it turned some hearts cold, much to my surprise. Why does the giver feel the numbness at such times? You never prepared me for that. Let me tell you, its not easy at all. I tried to get in touch with you so much through tear mails and silence messages. You seemed to be unresponsive just like the cold hearts.
I wonder why. Is it because you are angry with me? I am not super powerful like you..OK? But you don't have to shove in your ego at me either. :-(.
I agree the damn terrorists were hanging around in all territories. All I did was use your secret weapon even at them. They did not fight. They ran away. I did mail my prayers then. I did receive  acknowledgement reports. The numbness keeps hitting and hurting. You seem to be just like " there's nothing I have to do about it" types. Hey, correct me if I am wrong. Where the heck are you now? This hide and seek game is getting harder coz my heart is turning colder. Are you listening?
It's your super power that can do what's got to be done else you are going to be troubled..;-) sweet threats.. Ah..you have seen millions of them.
This is my call in a long while and its on the answering machine. Hope you listen to me now because if the nectar turns hard and sour, I might not be able to do all this again.
You are about joy isn't it? Don't put me on hold now. I have done that enough. Looking forward to hear from you soon.
Loads of love always,
Me.


Thursday 6 August 2015

The Martyr

Puffed with pride.
That's a quality for the present youth to imbibe.
Flowers I did not place
Candles I did not light
The fire of their bravery in my heart I did kindle
Forever will never dwindle.
The shining symbols on their raiment of pride
look humble when into the darkness of death they dive.
Not once does the tricolour pride flutter
As these men of matter never falter
Martyrs they would choose to be
than to flee or plead.
Life and death both a passion
Farsighted or focussed, its just one, the nation.



Drawn and withdrawn

Not a passage left uncrossed
In the plan of the treasure trove hunt
My shadow walked behind many a hundred signs.
Swelled with pride and stung by might
Toes did not tip as constantly awakened by sharpened eyes.
The magic of the trove often miraged 
At some weird wink or a sinking sigh
Sometimes skies shined while the sun kissed goodbye
The feet went by all these sights.
Brimmed by burning desire to plunge into the unknown
And swept away by the winds of change
I crumbled like the rock down the landslide
Only to find myself afloat a fuming tide.
It rocked me off to a gentle sleep..
Into a dream of the golden light
Drawn to it like the fireflies
And withdrawn from the rest behind.
Know I not when I will see
The golden gate whenever maybe..



Wednesday 5 August 2015

Why

We hold on to someone's thoughts because that's the only way you can be with them..the only place where they still exist for you..the only reason why you can't let go...the only reason why you hate memories too..because memories make meaning only when you get to share with those in them..the only way is to always be there for the ones you care for...