Friday, July 9, 2010

In Mooniverse

Q: A moonlit night, a clear sky & no power in the house. What do you do?
A: Write a few lines.



The grass grows; there is no light,
Yet luminescence exists for the night
The neon-lights have long gone out
But sparkling Eden gives Darkness a rout.

I stand among the pearly blades
On the carpet-like white glades,
Looking at the elegance in the nude,
Of the silvery blaze you exude.

Sweet shimmer scents up the blowing breeze,
Which kisses my tousled hair with ease.
Your soft whiteness hypnotizes my mind
While I am lulled into ecstasy, by the wind.

Human dots flit in this white open crypt,
Bringing life to an unscripted script,
Of which you are unyielding director
And me, the wonderstruck spectator.

Will you not shine over this haze
And trap me in those timely delays,
That induce poets to produce verse
When your languor invades their universe?

Why must you burn like magnesium
And hold sway over my heart’s atrium?
Why do you, belligerent yet beautiful,
Choose to cover all that’s dreadful?

Don’t go away, don’t break this spell
Of enchantment in my mental dell
Because I wish for self-obscurity
In your luminescent, mysterious felicity.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

My Parents

A simple tribute.

From an envelope of darkness
I came to the light,
And saw two people
Squeal joyous nothings,
Wanting to hold me
Me, the bundle of happiness,
That they had wanted,
To bring some order
To their annealed lives.

They brought me up,
Inculcating values in me,
Shaping and moulding
Their precious plasticine
Into the long-desired shape,
That was meant to resemble
Their dreams, their aspirations
And liven up their existence
Like Joyce’s portrayal of Araby.

As I’ve grown up,
I’ve made mistakes
And bungled things
Yet they’ve stuck by me
Being my emotional anchors
And my patient listeners
While I explain to them
How I broke the neighbour’s window
While playing cricket.

Some times,
I’ve misunderstood them
Never thinking of their viewpoint
Yet they love me
I want to tell them THANK YOU
For all that they’ve done
For the upbringing and love
Which they’ve bestowed on me
Unconditionally.