Friday, February 25, 2011

Through the Rain

So long have we
Been used to the rain.
The cold winds,
Slapping thoughts,
To turn to reality.
The numbed senses,
Calmed.
Every time,
We had emerged-
Lighter - than before.
Faith and Trust
Had been personified-
In our stride.
Buoyant in our celebration,
Of  the Truth and its Rejuvenation-
Our days had  gained a new sheen,
Amidst all the needed redundancy.
The magical dream-run now
Is close to an end.
The final countdown,
Has begun its slow march
To the inevitable-already.
Days painfully numbered,
Dreams unwillingly crystallized;
The Distance greater-intensified,
Each time our eyes meet.
Passive in the
Illusion of our days so far,
We wait-
In anticipation,
To the New.
Yet a part of us-
Yearns to turn back the time.
The vivid moments captured,
Locked deep in our
Mind clocks.
Wary of what would follow,
In lieu of  proximity.
We step back-
Conscious-
Of our new roles.
As an innocuous  by-stander-
Watching the colours splash-
And paint renewed webs of thoughts.
Yet alert to all nuances,
That the forced subtlety would
Choose to hide.
Logic takes hold of us now.
The cold practicality-
Of needs and wants-
The blacks and whites,
Of the rights and wrongs-
Take a backseat-
In their cemented permanence.
Clarity in wakefulness-
Is what we now live by.
The choice had been long made-
When once lost.
Every step now taken,
Would have its cost.
But we hold on-
'Coz through  the rain-
We had learnt-
What would always
Make sense.
Empty though-
A road void of aim.
Yet its a phase-
A mere consolation.
Till the seeker finds solace again.




Friday, February 11, 2011

A Monster Called Boredom!!

Boring classrooms,
Result in mind pours.
Words spill out-
Out racing the ink flow.
Blue against white-
Bolder- faster.
Slashing out memories.
Criss-crossing through,
The dark blur.
Blurbs of thought bubbles,
Jump out of their restricted cloud space.
To be transcended into,
A logical whole.
The "makes no sense"
Part of me,
Gains some form.
Mediated by a
Monster called Boredom.
Mentally, I press,
The Delete Button-
On all my unwanted
Hazes.
Clarity is sought-
Hungrily by,
My parched mind.
I cleanse myself
Of all emotions-
Enabling them- defunct-
To cease to hurt me -
Anymore.
I feel pure-
Boredom makes me happy.