On My Knees...

Hold back the heart-flying higher..

Is this a dream, or a crimson satire?

Behold! The rendezvous of desire!

Jesus! Is my heart on fire?

The Blank Page

Another blank page, and here I am with a pen, looking for proper words to fill it up. I stare at the blank page for quite some time waiting for an essay to write itself… But it still lies there, silent in its emptiness, formidable in its vastness. The endless expanse of white space waits for that first mark of ink, the first brilliant word.

The fate of the blank page is all about how words are arranged in it. And once you are done, you turn it around for another piece of white space. For such is life, I tell you, taking into account the way it proceeds. While in the process of writing destiny, an interval pops in every now and then. That’s when life turns its pages. And everytime there’s a new page, a new situation, you wonder, “what next?” … and you pen down the next chapter on that dreaded white space, waiting in the void.

Well whatever.. I’m still waiting for the first word for my piece of white sheet….

Or… Did I just fill a blank page??

Ink Blot

(This is a page from my diary... 17 May,2011,Time:3:30)

Insomnia is something, a sleepless night is another. And giving up your sleep for a night, or occasionally is…. Well… just another thing too!

The magnificence of a “quiet” night keeps you awake, pondering over its mysteries. However, a “not so quiet night” presents before your weary, dream-worn eyes a slideshow of illusions. Envy takes over the feeling of awe for those who are responsible for the loss of the usual composure of the night. The magnanimity of their noisy sleep compels you to first watch out for an extra pillow to shield your ears against the noise. If you fail to find one, the search for a more peaceful place is initiated. If there are ‘no results found’ yet again, you go to a neglected corner of your house, switch on a table lamp, and take up a pen and paper. and do what I’m doing now.

And soon you find yourself staring at the window, clueless about how to proceed with your work. You watch the night dawn into a beautiful morning. The noise slowly fades away.

A couple of hours, and you are woken up at that same corner …….. a few words on one half the other…………….. and an ink blot on the other!

A Midsummer Night's Dream

This solemn summer night

Vows to the distant sight

Of dusky hopes, a drowsy delight,

Of starry dreams, a maverick moonlight;

Of breezy thoughts, some shadowed fright,

Of the sleeping stillness, a restless plight..

Of the heated path, the steaming air,

Of blistered feet, the soothing solitaire;

Of sweating eyes and the tanned fair,

Of dripping lips, the dark’s glare;

Of the slumbered lamppost, of nervy nightnares……

To the ageing novice, the waking dawn’s dare!!!

Power Cut...

Let's come to the point,the person mentioned in the post, "Empowering Priorities" is no more. Well... yea, it was an accident. And it was sudden. And unexpected too! But most importantly it was destiny..the Almighty's way of making us feel the presence of the Superpowers; His way of proving the existence of powers more powerful than us. And a successful attempt of the Supremes to make us surrender.

Dad, You've been,and will always be the most Powerful man I know. May you Rest in Peace.

Love you dad.!

Dew Drop

A drop of dew slithering down,

Past the leaf veins.....all alone;

Tracing its way to the edge..

Wating to drop down to the wretch!!

Be the droplet a nascent rainlet?

Or the crown of the heir leaflet?

Ot the flowing tear of a broken fate?

Or just the traveller's charm bait?

Mysteries endless.....

Seekers clueless......

A dew drop helpless.....

Ah.. There it is-----Beauty Flawless!

Emptiness

A dreamy day,
A waning way,
A nasty night,
A sober sight...
A gleeful glare,
A fathom of fear..
Brewing blisters,
Yawning yesters,
Creamy colors,
Pleading pallor,
The misty marsh,
Hazy and harsh..
A lovely loner, with her lonely love!