Wildfire

What had started off as a wildfire,
Soon hit a dry run.
A dry spell
Of cast-aways meanders.
Hitting the dead-end,
Going back to the
Point Of No Return.
Emblazoned across each minds-
The fiery memories
Of yesterdays.
All smoke, dust and ashes now -
History created and sustained.
Pointless this life for each ,
Yet to find a meaning remains a goal.
Little did either know,
That Fate had an Ugly Date in mind-
The Judgment Day for all to hear-
And bear as that albatross around
Scrawny necks.
Voiceless march on,
Defenseless to the absoluteness -
The sheer fatigue of life,
Wears them out.
To live is now a rhetoric.

The Amazon

Silent screams suppressed,

Deep within -

Un-shed tears locked

Behind the lashes. 

Yet dry eyed she walked,

A seeker of peace and balance-

Arrhythmic her gait. 

As she passed by the Amazon,

She saw none of the flora, fauna or the foliage-

Her eyes fixated on the setting sun's crimson hue. 

Soon darkness engulfed her,

In its velvetty softness- 

Prodding her no more,

To egg on - walk on. 

She slid down the Eucalyptus, 

All the while, shrinking 

In the silence. 

Small, huddled up and in pain,

No more- 

She finally slept- 

As she wept. 

Of lost dreams-

Un-carved and unhinged. 

Of lost faces, 

Unfamiliar and remote. 

Of myriad shades of life-

Lived and un-loved. 

Of many lessons learnt - 

And un-learnt on the undo. 

Of puerile guile-

Now beguiled. 

Her sleep dreamless,

She slept on. 

Old friends

We met after almost a year,
Old friends grown older-
Time seemed to move companionably
Along the stretches of silence and sound.
I looked at you,
White hair and wrinkles searched your eyes,
I wondered then,
Could you see through me-
To the old scars that lay buried
In their silent scream?
Mayhaps, we require no words to express
Or fathom -
The present and past
While future remains a question.
I saw you too,
A fiery Phoenix,
Lying low, waiting to dance.
I thought as talked glibly,
How gullible we have become as adults.
Could we reverse time,
To when we felt smarter dreaming
Of infinite possibilities.
I reflected too,
On my own imagery.
Fighting hard to preserve
The last vestiges of 'youth'
With a burgeoning waist time.
I felt none of the fun,
Others may have at this time -
Having the time of their lives.
You did say I looked unhappy,
Age showed.
I would concur too.
Too many idle moments
And wasted lights.

Silence

Silence, is a space
Lost in time.
A terrain marked
For just one's self.
No emotions,
That words spill -
No edge,
Which any life deals.
Just a feeling of
Being one and whole,
Special too maybe-
In the flow.
Silence, is harmony-
Where no will defies the wheels,
And there is no
Cacophony.
No give and take,
Of what one doesn't have -
No backward glance,
To what one left behind -
Only soft soulful
Symphony;
One breath after another.
One heartbeat after the other.
Silence, is a selfish zone-
To be lost and never found.
To be there,
But not around.
To be at one,
Yet quite done-
And no one to judge
Or stop you.
As you go your way,
Being silent.

Older and Younger

They had grown a little older
And a little younger.
The pair as they had trudged through
These years together.
With eyes set on the horizon,
A prayer on lips,
And hope emblazoning their way ahead.
He held her hand firmly,
His iron grip tight.
To let go was to die,
As she kept weaving
In and out of the
Simple but similar reasons
To die for.
He pulled her closer,
His breath filling her lungs,
When she gasped with the magnitude of it all-
As reality faded and dreams overwhelmed.
When the clouds departed,
Leaving a sunny road yonder,
All the pair of them could do
Was to sit and wonder.
At the impact and implications,
The implicit intonations-
Of someone's lost hopes
And the other's regained trust in magic.  

That moment

There they lay entwined
His head on her heart-
Their breaths in sync -
Soft - against the silence of the room.
She sat upright,
Holding him,
With her gentle hands.
Caressing his head,
Hoping to pattern his dreams,
Of that moment.
He surrendered.
To the peace of that moment -
Let go of all the constraints,
That his heart had held -
Against the ideologies,
Of the many ways of life.
Together, they made a unit -
In each other they found solace -
A space of time,
Where silence seemed a blessing.
Was this what they called as Love?
What they both felt, unarmored,
At that moment?

Pointless!

I thought about writing about
My own lack of writing in nowadays.
No more diary-like life for me-
The basic pointlessness of life itself,
A mockery.
The zest for living
Has deserted me long back.
Now I only wait to surrender,
And seek peace.
Life in this earth feels heavier
Everyday.
Carrying on the charade
Of existence,
A double-edged sword.
There is no cause,
Nor any reason to smile.
All seem frozen -
Buried deep inside.
No urge to write too hence -
What's the point anyway?