From the valley of mind

From the valley of mind

From the valley of mind,

Thoughts emerge,

Inks stopped smelling; Keyboard sounds,

But hey, I have to do the chores;

Work and talk in chorus,

My mind’s a puppet in the fading show.

My monologues with the pond,

Birds and fish playing the silent jazz,

But hey, I have to do the chores;

Which severe the songs,

Building alone in pairs, some undrawn land,

Beside the blank’s an unwitnessed sight.

Thoughts are thrashing on the shore,

Inside the skies in spite of the drill,

Pairs are confused in works blemished,

Taking sides to provoke despite,

Broken with time punished by guilt,

Still trotting’s on without a thrill.

Strength and weakness are siblings,

Sometimes lovers of a kind,

With a tune for both;

Spaces near and far,

In all the warbles that twist the mind,

Gorge’s in times hallowing the air.

You did nothing!

You did nothing!

Baba! I am going to be nineteen!

I told you I don't want to grow up;
And you did nothing?

There's college getting over,
Career's calling me now,
The race round the corner,
I'd face that! How?

Was happy with Ma and you
Guiding day and night,
The tree that sheltered anew,
In the wrong and right!

We'd play some day,
Scrabbles, hide and seek,
You'd drive us long,
With Simba, Ma and me!

I woke up every day,
To see my Ma and you,
Drinking morning tea,
And cleaning, mopping too!

Now you're growing old,
You said you'd never do;
You will be my child,
I promise that to you!

But Baba! I am going to be nineteen?
I told you I don't want to grow up;
And you did nothing!

(Baba means father; Ma mother; Simba, the pet dog’s name)

From the lack of my mind

From the lack of my mind

There must have been something;

Something unacknowledged,

Else how is it that the love is still…

A bud cannot not blossom,

A dawn so indomitable, to begin

A twilight so determined, to wither

She’s my neighbour for so long

My partner for moments moving on;

There has to be gap, a hole, a blank,

Unfilled somewhere?

Let me search,

In the bruised journey so far,

Nothing;

Nothing seemed to have been understood,

Holding hands, so external

Love did never drown, was peripheral.

Let me move the lull

From the splits,

From the lack of my mind!

Scare in between… until the wind

Scare in between… until the wind

A dog barking…

It wants to play, old kids howl

The dog is scared

Two animals

To one another, shameless

People bark at them

Beefeaters take fruits

Surprised vegetarians

Buy vegetables

A divorcee looks

A housewife also looks

Both scared to talk

Traffic jam…

Beggars sell goods, windows close

Cars ready to start

Wind blows

Grasses smile, trees laugh

Sweats dry

The concept of 'scare' [did not use dread here because of Kierkegaard] has been used with different stakeholders coming in contact by chance... the 'scare' that is in between them for eons of years, when they have had the occasion of coming in contact and have faithfully not understood them, or if they have, it was with ethnocentrism... these short verses talk about them without any value judgement... however, there is a wind that changes things... this is per Tagore's song... 'kothha hote shomirono, ane nobo jagorono'... which translates into... a wind that comes out of nowhere and brings with it a renaissance! 

Love

'Love me when I deserve it the least,
For that is time I need it the most',
This moves the frozen thoughts, amidst
The world of loving ghosts.

The first two lines is an anonymous quote found in the virtual space... I instantly connected with it primarily because I was also thinking on these lines at the moment.

Dilemma

Sitting inside words,
A comfort destiny;
Sitting inside words,
Also an agony.

Bedridden

Bedridden

 
Edifying the beautiful,
Ignoring the neglected,
Continues on roads...

Thoughts,

Cough in spasms

In bloody spots,
Actions ailing on bed.

Deficit

Deficit

If there's anything,
That's still a deficit;
It’s in our learning
To love and compete.

Outlook

Outlook

Since thousands and thousands 

Of years,
Modern thoughts and looks…

History plays the recorded band,
With laughing drops of tears,
Captured in volumes of books!

Does that happen to you?

Does that happen to you?

Act 1

Sometimes it comes in seconds,

And I see it lying before me,

At times I try and re-try for hours,

It refuses to arrive despite my tea!

Act 2

One word here                 one word there

Feelings full, inside the hardware

Ctrl F on forehead to search what is hidden

Oh! At last, what a mount ridden!

Act 3

When she’s dressed up with choicest of thought,

When the fall is enticing to every little dot,

It’s time to put her in the best of salon,

For minds to read her in their thinking pantalon!