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Balloons

  

Joy, pure joy.

Delight, unparalleled to any.

And a hint of mild surprise,

On seeing me bring the balloons for you,

Is what I always witnessed,

What I wanted, always.

The pale Yellow ones you never played with,

And the pink ones, they were always a bit too shocking..

And you always played with the electric blue ones,

And also liked the bright red ones.

Colourful, they were.

Yet your face, more colourful,

Than the balloons themselves,

Made me content.

Brought me peace.

And the way you clinged onto their strings,

Fearing their flight in the sky,

Only added..

To the galore of smiles I already had.

The joy I already was overwhelming.

You then grew to be no longer afraid..

And learnt to let go off the strings,

Let the balloons fly high in the sky,

Soaring, as they went.

You were happy to see them soar high,

And I was glad, to see you happy.

Now the balloons,

Remain but as a memory,

Remain but as an attraction of the fair for small.

You've grown..

And you dont need to grasp my hand anymore,

You dont need the balloons, anymore.

Yet, I am not sad.

I am proud, I am happy.

For soon, there will come a time,

When you will soar like the balloons did,

Your life will have more colours than the balloons did.

Yet, you will need all those balloons one day,

You wont cling onto them to not let them go,

But you will cling onto them,

To let them be set free by some other tiny pair of hands..

And you will know then, about my own joy.

My own delight.

For now,

Content more than ever,

I'm need to loosen my grip,

And fly with the balloons, away..

Far away.

And I will remain but as a man,

Who never let go off all the balloons for you.

Umbrella

It was raining.

And I, without a guard,

Was drenched.

Was cold.

And she came.

Her footsteps, splashing,

Making way through the rain on the soil.

And her damp, loose hair,

Carrying an irresistible fragrance.

And there was rain.

More rain.

She held an umbrella.

Guarding her against the onslaught,

It kept her safe, kept her warm.

And the dots all over it,

Were all moist.

Due to rain.

More rain.

The dots kept moving,

Splattering against the rain.

And seeing me drenched,

The dots took me in as well.

Now it was I and her.

And the rain,

More of the rain.

Her lips, brushed against mine,

Her fingers, mingled with mine.

Her hair, softly nestled against my fingers.

Her warmth, took over my coldness,

Her fragrance, took over me myself.

And I, was simply moving with her,

Alongwith the dots.

And with the rain.

More of the rain.

The sky, all too murky before,

Had cleared up a bit,

And we had then found a place,

To carve out a little rainbow of our joy within it.

But there was the rain,

Still more of it.

A year's past by, now,

There's the rain, yet again.

But the horizon,

Has clouds covered all over it.

And the sky,

Remains murky.

And all I do have with me,

Are the smiles carved by that time,

And the umbrella,

Carrying her fragrance,

Still a bit moist,

Laying by my side.

Eclipse

Just because he was losing,

Didnt mean he had lost.

Didnt mean he would lose.

Didnt mean he'd give up.

His faith, was unshaken,

His strength, unbreakable.

And his eyes,

Shone with a determination, unfathomable.

But his fate had eclipsed him,

Destiny, had eluded him,

And although he didnt believe in luck,

Bad luck engulfed him.

He was racing against time,

Racing against the Invincible,

Trying to wipe it all down,

Something that was inevitable.

He was losing, 

Victory was all but in his hands,

And there was enemy at the gates,

Death, eclipsing all his hopes.

But he couldnt lose hope.

He couldnt give up.

For his was a duty far greater,

Greater even than the bullet,

That was eclipsing his life.

He could hear his Mother calling,

His Motherland needing him,

His duty summoning him.

He couldnt lose.

And as the fast as the clock ticked,

He could feel his life, all draining away.

But he had to gather himself up,

Eclipse his own fate.

A maddening rage fuelled him up,

A rage, that eclipsed all his fears,

And a courage, that built up all his strength.

A spirit, that brought back his determination.

He ceased only when he'd stopped,

Only when he could no longer hear,

His mother screaming for him,

And when, his duty was fulfilled.

Fate caught him, in the end after all.

And although death had eclipsed him,

It wasnt before he had eclipsed death,

And survived, even after having had a fall.

Eraser

I had an eraser once,
An eraser that rubbed off my worries.
With black ink, whatever my thoughts wrote,
It easily cleared them  away.

Black pencils, I had.
Black crayons, as well.
And all the black things I had,
I seldom used them.

For black was all the gloom, I had.
And Red was for all my joy.
And Blue was for the calmness, inside,
White, it just signified the peace, within.

Thus, colours were everything for me.
Colours were my world.
For in colours, I could express myself,
In colours, I could find myself.

But I never worried about that dark, black shade.
For I had my eraser,
My own little triumph over gloom,
My own little way of joy.

Whatever was black,
The eraser rubbed it all off.
Whatever were my worries,
The eraser drove them all away.

That was a time, long ago.
A time when my crayons was I all I cared for,
And gloom was brought upon me,
Only when my pencils were broken.

It was a time, I could cry.
Cry and weep all aloud.
When Mum's arms,
Were my cuddling pillows at night.

But one day, I grew up.
I lost my eraser, somehow.
And all those pencils I had, were gone.
Only the black one remained.

And only the black one remains as now,
The colourful ones all lost.
But I miss the eraser most of them all.
For it brought joy,
Even when black pencils were all I had.

Somehow, someday, sometime, though.
I did grow up.
I managed to leave behind those colours,
And the eraser is lost.

Cold

 

 

Feeling Cold?
Step out, its worse.
Feeling Lonely?
Look within, its better.

Need Warmth?
Look for the moon.
Remember, the way I was with you.
The way our lips met,
The way, we kissed.

You'd tremble,
From a mere touch of mine.
Shivers, I sent down your spine.
Feel me, I'm there by you, with you.

Muted, it was never so.
Whispers of yours, always kept me going on.
And that smile you smiled after the bed crumpled,
I took it to be forever and ever, just mine.

That smile had a glow, unparalleled.
Those arms, had a warmth, unmatched.
And when you kept stroking my hair,
I wanted you to just go on.

The way your hair fell open,
The way you looked and just kept on looking,
The way your eyes met mine,
I just loved it all.

The night's cold, is it?
Look for me.
Its fall,
Its leafless trees might not able to hide me now.

Look for the road,
My prints would be there into the snow,
Then though they only may be going away from you.
They'll still be there.

For I am gone,
I may never come.
Yet, look for the bed you just made up.
The pillows will be astray.
The bed will be crumpled.

Feeling Cold?
Stay in, its warm.
Feeling Lonely?
I always am there, through your thoughts.

That Night

Disclaimer: Before concluding anything, please bear with the poem completely. Intended Metaphor.


That night,
It was wet.
Rain lashed hard on my windows,
And a cup of coffee had been already drained.

I was yearning for her,
She let me yearn more.
I called for her, desperately,
But she refused to come.

I remained alone,
I remained uneasy.
I so much wanted her to come,
Come to me and rob me off my uneasiness.
But she lay there, in the dark and alone.

In the dark, she was getting dressed.
Undressed, I didn’t want her so.
I wanted her whole,
I wanted her complete,
In her absolute beauty and charm,
I wanted her so.

But her dressing took up much too long,
And it was worrying me, now.
Because, without her, I was restless,
I was uneasy.

So, making up my mind,
I decided her to bring her forth out of the dark,
Undressed, though she might be,
I couldn’t resist being away.

She still refused.
But I dared,
Summoned up my will,
And I moved forward.

There she was,
In her fullest essence..
Dressing herself,
Being complete.

But somehow, I didn’t want her complete, now.
Beautiful, she looked, while she got herself dressed.
I wanted to simply look at her,
While she was still incomplete.

My poem, refused to come.
My poem, was undressed.
The words, refused to flow,
Even if the ink kept flowing.

My poem, was dressing herself,
All my variety of ideas, were her clothes.
Confusion, was the reason for delay, I now see.
So many ideas, so many clothes,
And my love, my poem was baffled.

I so wanted her complete before,
Complete with one idea out of the many.
But, I didn’t, now.
I decided she looked better getting dressed,
Looking baffled, and confused.

There was my poem,
These are my words.
And undressed though she was,
I made love to her, through my words,
And she loved me back.

When, we were done,
The words had flown,
The paper was inked,
I felt exhaustion,
And there she was, again.

That night, I slept in her arms.
:)

Never Gone

 

Here, I lie.

Into the darkness, I dwell.

Into my thoughts, I live.

Lost into my own world, I survive.

The darkness consumes me,

The absence of light, scares.

My silence, defines me.

My silence, defies me.

Silent, though I am, I am yet alive.

Yet you’re the reason I carry on,

Finding a way back to you,

I always stumble upon.

‘cause seldom without you,

On the right path, I’ve ever gone.

Look at me now,

Bruised all over, I am.

Shattered all over, I am.

Lost without you, I am.

Inside somewhere, still now,

Every breath of my life, as I take,

I miss you.

With every kiss of yours,

I survived.

With every embrace,

Your warmth shattered me.

With every touch,

I felt my love for you.

One day, you’ll know how much I loved you,

One day, the unexpressed feelings will be conveyed.

One day, you’ll cry for me, like I did for you.

One day, it will be too late.

I’m helpless,

The darkness invites me within.

I’ve to go.

Yet I crave.

One last touch o’your lips on mine,

And I’m done.

Now, I’m raring to go.

With the crow, I’m flying away.

Far away.

I depart dreaming about the day,

When our souls will unite,

Our mortal shells long gone.

I wait for you, there.

For this last breath in me,

Says that you know:

I’ve loved you all along.

And though I depart now,

I will be never gone.