PLIGHT FOR ANSWERS

A gust of wind catches my hair,

Spreads it upon my forehead,

Stupidity looms and ideas jump like a hare,

I drift in my dreams, on my bed.

The window is open, the world is bright,

I feel the urge to fly away,

And see the world in its true light.

I seem to be soaring past the clouds,

The air is cold and it chills my bone,

I am flushed with pleasure and shout aloud.

The city seems to be silent below,

The sun is already dozing,

The world seems to be tired and shallow.

Birds are returning to their nests,

Everybody seems to be retiring for the day,

I am flying as if I am on a quest.

I reflect upon myself, who am I?

Am I a commoner, doomed to toil,

Or, am I destined to rise and not be shy???

My past actions seem justified enough,

It is right for me to erase the memories,

I am looking forward to enhance my treasuries.

A SINK TO DRAIN

He takes the solitary path to the wood,

Deep in his mind, his chances he does brood,

The forest sleeps peacefully infront,

He can retrace his steps back, but he won’t.

Hurt he is, deep in love, but he is a quick learner,

He has put all his sorrows in the after-burner,

A fresh start to life is all that he seeks,

His mind seems to think normally after weeks.

The moon is shining like a white pearl,

Like a handsome bloke with many a curl,

The paths are all creamy white,

Grass is smelling sweet and his mood is bright.

The silence of the forest lures him,

The scent of nature is like a dream,

His sorrows seem to vanish in an instant,

When the busy canopy is spread over him.

FRUSTRATION

A cold wind beats on my face,

Tear drops flow like on a race,

My mind gets jammed in pain,

I stand isolated in the rain.

I never seem to understand it,

Pain’s blurring every inch of my wit,

An anger in me seems to erupt,

The end, I wish to be abrupt.

The loss of concentration fuels wrath,

My insides boil, and I need to take a bath,

Rain’s dampening my control,

I feel the urge to hit and roll.

The sense of dejection gradually returns back,

I fear, myself of being in a sack,

Sealed and confined in a box,

Pulled and dragged like an ox!!!!

AWAKENING

A little hamlet of houses,
A beautiful red sun rises--
on the east, burning bright,
Feeding the cold Earth with warmth and light!

The birds are all of a sudden noisy,
A dense fog is outside and the inside is cozy,
There is a chill in the air,
I am as warm as one can be in my lair.

Morning brings in new energy,
And the call for a new synergy,
Everyone is refreshed and active,
Fresh ideas are born that are not vindictive.

I look upon a new day to start,
And new challenges to thwart,
I wish God helped me in this task,
In glory of which, I someday will bask.

SHORT TERM

Glad am I for my tension has eased,

Past one week has been a nightmare,

My actions do not seem to be justified,

Anxiety though unexpected is not rare.

The wind has suddenly turned violent,

Tearing past the trees so silent,

I feel its force upon myself,

My hair is flying devoid of any help.

The air is cool, kinda cold,

There has not been such a change so bold,

My insides shiver in fright,

I see my future not so bright.

Trees have flowers on themselves,

Adorned with blossoms from house of elves,

The smell is sweet, fragrance is intoxicating,

I fall in an enchanted slumber without waiting.

The field have become green again,

The soothing impression does hardly wane,

The birds sing the coming of spring,

But infact spring is slipping fast without a ring.

DUSK

The horizon is blurred, lost in the distance,

Inadequate light spoils the union,

“Live n let live”, the people say now,

Nature should not be given space for oblivion.

The season’s sweet smelling air cleans me,

My eyes get a sight to refreshen up,

I don’t want to blink the eyelids,

Lest the scene breaks like a china-cup.

The air is cool, runs along every inch of my body,

I shiver in the gathering darkness,

Gloom is nowhere in the vicinity,

My mind jumps around with sudden madness.

Darkness does not chase away the feeling,

It rather induces the mood,

And tends to fine-tune it into something,

That is appealing and can burn like wood.

FAULTY EYES

The world is a blurred picture,

To me it is a defaced painting,

The colours appear to be mixed up,

And strikingly reminds of a haunting.

I can’t recognize any face that appears,

My vision is limited in the space,

My disability is embarrassing to me,

I sometimes blush like my blood is on a race.

Eyes, they say do reveal everything,

My problem is I can’t see them,

Feelings remain unknown and untold,

I can’t understand her which is a big shame.

My glasses are my best friends,

Never do they betray my eyes,

Their presence does enhance my grasp,

They tell the true picture without any lies.

My liabilities are few, but strikingly potential,

Rain does render the glasses useless,

Still my life is a mixture of concentration and focus,

My eyes without them are meaningless.

I WISH IT WERE

My heart skips a beat,

The moment you come infront,

I can’t understand why He does this,

I want Him to explain but He won’t!!

A deep sense of regret besieges me,

A little more courage would have done it,

I could not muster my guts,

What mistake did I commit??

I sense its running out,

Fighting hard to check,

I cannot do enough,

To get a remake!!

I smell it in the air,

I feel it in the water,

The wind has blown away,

I am left with needs to cater.

Love’s very tricky business,

Painful it burns us,

Once in love, forever in pain,

And its too late to realize the loss!!

This is the first poem I ever wrote!