STORMY DAY

Rain is lashing on the windows,

Droplets of water drip down the roof.

They clear the dusty grass in the meadows,

The wind forces the trees to stoop.

A gale is blowing the trees apart,

Leaves fly hither and thither,

The trees are not strong enough to thwart,

The devastating mode of the weather.

I am safe in my house,

I watch the fury of nature unfold,

I am scared like a chased mouse,

I see the tress stand against the wind bold.

The air is gloomy with darkness,

The lights are early to fade,

The strength of wind is difficult to harness,

Its impossible to undo the damage that has been made.

DISTORTED VISION

Is it raining or is it an illusion?

My mind seems to be losing control,

I don’t distinguish between dream and vision,

I feed upon my ignorance as huge as a troll.

There are things, I need to know,

Things that should have been,

I feel the need to check the snow,

That has frozen my sheen!

Some things are unseen,

Some remain  unattended,

Every winding of fate does wean,

The ray of hope that has been mended.

The task is cumbersome,

I am left with none to spare,

My destiny seems to be handsome,

But to get at it, I should lay myself bare…

COLD

Feeding upon the stony silence,

The cold is unbearable, as is the darkness,

I am shivering, my bones are rattling,

But my mind is as warm as a furnace.

Snow has started to fall,

The forest seems to be covered in white,

Trees have bent under their weight,

The lone house in the woods stands tall.

I am turning blue, the cold’s burning,

The wind is cutting into my clothes,

I can hardly walk on the path,

The silence in the forest is a warning.

Inspiration does not help overcome,

The tiredness, that has besieged me,

I seek a place of warmth and comfort,

To refill my energy and finish the task that is cumbersome!

ALONE IN DARKNESS

There is no light on the moor,

I stumble in the rebounding silence,

I see a weak light miles ahead,

I suppose it is a place without violence.

Night has settles fast upon the area,

A cool wind beats my forehead,

Still I am perspirating freely,

My legs seem to be made of lead.

The grass seems to be wet,

Mist gathers on the rocks,

Acts as a veil to hide the light,

And, to find my way, I am at a loss.

I seem to be going in circles,

The ground under me seems familiar,

Adrenalin seems to rush my veins,

I can’t find my way to my lair!!!

A TRIP TO GOD-KNOWS-WHERE

The path is dusty, the hills are misty,

The trees stand tall, the sun looks like a fiery ball,

I am bound for my destination, I am drenched with perspiration.

The bike is fast, the thrill does not last,

Buses and trucks crowd the road, the driveway is not broad,

People laugh and joke, they stare at the tall bloke.

I sense something is wrong, so we stand out in the throng,

My hair is flowing, the oddity is showing,

My eyes do water, the tears dry up later.

The journey comes to an end, the road is in its final bend,

Food and drinks dominate the scene, the shops spill the beans,

I suddenly feel hungry, I laugh out loud in mockery.

This is a stupid poem, a disaster in the making,

I can make no sense of what’s written, looks like the poet is already beaten,

I laugh at the hilarious irony, because the stupid poet is me!!!!

I WONDER

In the dark shadows of the world,

My mind roams devoid of bliss,

I repent some of my decisions,

I am praying, He hears my wish.

Her face flashes in front of me,

Every now and then she visits-

My heart and mind that she controls,

Her’s do shine, features exquisite.

Her smile seems to be a million dollar one,

A perfect blend of humour and beauty,

I am fascinated by her eyes,

I sense, adoring her has become my duty.

My dream, comes to an end suddenly,

I feel a pang of pain and separation,

I have mingled her presence with reality,

And am bound to endure it with anticipation

A JOURNEY IN THE DARK AND TO THE DARK

The sidewalk is gleaming in the lights,

The road has begun to turn muddy,

The city ends with the lonely sights..

Of the rain lashed plains that are soddy.

The mind is besieged with doubt-

of mortality and sustainability,

a calm, soothing, darkness does indeed shout

and relieves the mind of susceptibility.

The old forest is inviting, coolness seems to flow,

Leaves whistle in the breeze and rustle,

Fireflies flutter here and there and glow,

My eyes scan the forest as if its an old castle.

The clink of my boots echoes in the distance,

The eerie silence of the forest unhinges me,

I seem to be disturbed to take a glance

At the trouble that has been pestering me.

The path twists and turns, deep into the wood,

I follow it on a whim of my own,

The trees spread their branches like a hood,

I get a sense of security under the dome.

I THINK I KNEW

Far away in the desolate fields,

Where, not hatred, but love yields,

The shadow of my pain vanishes,

For my gloom, my conscience punishes.

I did not know when I fell in love,

Her each little word was like snow,

White, beautiful and shining,

And melted, the moment my mind was waning.

Each little red cheek was flushed,

With pleasure and she frequently blushed,

Whenever I managed to catch her eye,

She bit her lip and looked down, being shy.

I grinned, not knowing that I too was red,

Just for her one look, my self-consciousness was shed,

I wanted to grab her attention,

Her absence precipitated my tension.

Each day I woke up with a hope,

To see her face, before I did elope,

With my books, o a world of concentration,

Where there’d be none but my anticipation.

XAM

A sunny wintry afternoon,

Exam’s looming on the horizon,

I don’t know what to do,

My heart urges me to hold on!

I have not revised my lessons,

No notes to recheck,

I don’t know the syllabus,

No idea what note to make.

I feel like running away,

Basic-Electronics is dancing ‘round my head,

It follows me even in my sleep,

It won’t be long till I be dead!

I hate these exam stuff,

Fools study day and night,

Assessment is nothing but a bluff,

I will do what seems to be right!!!!

NICKY

Three years to the day I bought him,

He is as active, and sleek, as thin,

He has won the love of us all,

And is sometimes cheeky but answers every call.

Runs around the place with head held high,

Digs pits here and there without a sigh,

He has a run of terror in the garden,

In the world of vegetation, he’s the warden!

One cannot get a more lovable pet than he,

Wag’s his tail every time I come home,

Has a very shrewd mind and is a bit squeaky,

There’s nothing you can dislike about my pet Nicky!!!

HOMECOMING

Nearly twenty days of misery,

Be it destiny or BPUT’s treachery,

I am finally homeward bound,

Feeling like a kid on a merry-go-round.

Road’s too long to be travelled,

The bond of love is to be marvelled,

The distance is unbearable,

Mom and son are nigh inseparable.

Cold wind’s beating on my face,

Seems like the train’s in a race,

Still I think it is slow,

The tracks seem numerous below.

Lights look like flowing past,

The trail does not seem to last,

I am feeling elated, of going home,

Tension’s thrown away and worry resembles a gnome….

Fighting the urge to shout aloud,

My heart is flying on a cloud,

The ultimate pleasure is my lair,

I thank Him for it with a prayer!

A GRUESOME DAY

My insides seem to be bubbling with joy,

I seem to flow as gracefully as a swan,

I use my tensions as a decoy,

The day was passing slowly until time ran.

Enjoying the morning air, I smell,

The damp humours that comes up,

I am elated with the feeling that does swell,

I am in seventh heaven, drinking in God’s own cup.

The day slowly toils past its mark,

Weather does turn rash and hot,

The sun feeds upon us like a shark,

Temperature’s high and the pace is a boiling pot.

Evening does give a respite here,

But that is not enough to lighten up the mood,

The heat is too much to bear,

I perspirate and will become as dry as wood.

The night is pleasant, a bit chilly,

Spring has cast its shadows over us,

My insides shiver with excitement,

And I can hardly sleep, for my loss.

HOME

It has been two months since I left home,

I don’t know what has come,

In my way to prevent my return,

To the land where I was born.

Home is something different than all,

It’s the ultimate heaven beyond recall,

It has a sense of security that none can give,

Its cover is something I don’t want to leave.

The chirpy bird whistling in the morning,

The rooster calls out without a warning,

Fresh air purges my lungs, and

I begin the day with a song.

Breakfast is pleasant, I cherish it,

The paperboy hurls the paper from his newspaper kit,

Dew is glistening on the grass,

The sun is shining like brass.

Hours pass unexpectedly quick,

They turn into days and weeks,

Slow and steady the holidays end,

And I am forced to bend!!!!

BEST FRND

The first rays of sun strike my face,
And usher in a warmth that refreshes,
And takes away every bit of sleep,
That my tired body and mind keep.

The first rays of sun strike my face,
And usher in a warmth that refreshes,
And takes away every bit of sleep,
That my tired body and mind keep.

Each morning starts with an sms,
To a dear one who is asleep,
Some hundred miles away in her den,
Without worry and mortal pain.

I say she's my best friend,
The sweetest friend one can get,
I am the 'perfect angel' for her,
But I think she exaggerates after all.

No single day passes without an sms or call,
She misses me day and night,
Wants to know each and everything about myself,
Has a charm that compels you to reveal yourself!

She says she loves me,
I am used to this,
Her voice sounds like the gush of water from a mountain stream,
And as cool and as pure as cream.

She's a good singer I hear,
Cannot live without ketchup or 'paani-puri',
I have not seen her though,
In the tree of character, she's the most beautiful bough!

She wants me to send every photograph I can,
She wants to see everything here,
In my college where I study,
And know the minute things about her best buddy.

I share my secrets with her,
She's an encyclopedia upon that,
Her advice is invaluable,
Sometimes weird but always available.

Every night its the same question for me,
"Have you taken your dinner?"
And for fear of her anger,
I go n gulp the food without any hunger....

We are the perfect family for her,
She wants to be my sister,
Mum always wanted a daughter,
And I cant contain my laughter....

She is really stubborn,
Doesn’t care what others think,
Has a very fickle mind,
And is really soothing like the wind.

After all she's my best friend,
I don’t know what it'd have been without her,
She's spectacular I can say,
This is all I can spare about "Tamanna Tanaz" in my way!!!!!!!!!!