Symphony of Love

A spoonful of moonlight
A slice of fluttering silence,
Words imprisoned and all so
Drenched in a lingering essence -
The forbidden essence of love.

Some words are mingling,
With the song of my heart,
Some fading, shying away,
Yet willfully reluctant to part
With the sonnet of the soul.

There's a shower of the petals of
Undying confessions and love,
Amidst notes of an unsung song
Floating in bliss, with a dream above.
Of embedding you in my heart.

A sweet insanity it so is, and
I'm not unaware of its acrimony
But the smell of summer mirth,
Foils me from leaving this symphony.
Ah! The rhythm of invincible summer.

I've assayed hard to decipher the
Euphony that its warmth sings,
But even the sound of its silence
With it, mellow reminiscences brings.
A silence, mellifluous beyond belief.

If I had to paint love on a canvas,
It would be all so artlessly obscure,
For love's a sane insanity, that would
Arrest all mingled colours with its lure.
So sane, that I'm also its prisoner.

A beautiful melancholy or muffled
Raindrops of mystifying serenity
Or bohemian thoughts that take me
To my romantic neverland of amenity-
Ah! Love conspires to saunter undefined.

But life has conspired to capture
Me in the cocoon of this sweet vice;
Not complaining, but relishing the wine,
Tonight I'm in my divine paradise…
Hail the scent of love's exotic wine!

A cadenza of life

The grandiose abstract opus of
An ethereal euphony of candor,
That no flowing sheet of canvas
Nor muslin enrobed in splendor,
Would ever thrive in embedding.
No gust of the unruffled maiden
Nor blaze of the golden sphere,
Could ever define nor enlighten.

Worthy not is an illumination of
Its undefined mystical existence.
Perhaps it is a voyage across two
Worlds of obscurity, vastly dense.
Or a dream carved on the walls of
Paradise, destined to mingle away
Into the heavenly aroma, whilst
Dusk hurls its shadow on the day.
Perhaps it resembles the essence of
Ever-flowing streams, liable to perish,
Or any of myriad other assessments
Earthlings offer and dotingly cherish.
If such resemblances deem essential
They may be held out to linger behind
Drowning in irrelevance, as a consequence
Of the undying folly of the mortal mind.

Dancing on shimmering amethyst petals,
The fortune fairies flout on the mortals
For assaying to reign over their
A liberty offered merely to the immortals!
When they who rule the sapphire sphere,
Choose not to define but live, learn and strive
Why do we earthlings feign ascendancy,
And assay defining, rather than realizing life?

Blooming rationality...

Life is a composite of four words, two realms of fantasy and reality, and some smiles and sighs. It's more of an ostentatious abstract painting, that doesn’t need a definition, but needs to be deciphered; and all it takes to decipher the code of life is a slice of common sense and a whole lot of logic and rationality. For life is to be understood and lived realizing it's worth, not lived by merely defining the live we live.
There lies a thin line of discrimination, defining the two realms of fantasy and reality and erasing this lie would muddle you up as to on which bank do you stand. So, what does it take to possess this whole lot of rationality, as we've put it? What does it take to realize this tantalizing essence of life and be on the right bank? Life can't be possessed, for it saunters into us by dint of its own whims and fancies and departs in the very similar manner. So, terming it tantalizing wouldn't be phony. What does it take... what? Muslin sheets of well-crafted success, an ocean of bliss, dearth of any fleeting grief, the health of King Henry, the eighth or the wealth of Midas? No... the Wisdom of King Solomon is all that you need, and any sane soul would proudly assure you that! To put it in bare British, knowledge and knowledge in true sense is all you need in the twenty-first century, to really live life, that is let yourself live life and not allow the ship of destiny set sail and drive you to the bank she desires. Framing it into one precise and highly appropriate word – 'Education', which is the call of the day.
This enchanting word that lies as the secret of the world's prosperity, unlocks the basic necessities of the human mind, of a rational creature. Basic necessities usually refer to shelter, food and clothing, yet that bears allusion to the physical and not the mental concept of a rational being. Necessities of the mind would be the crystal clear answers as to how to face the scenario he lives against, understand the life he lives and render his own meaning to it, face the world he dwells in, express his own notions as well as realize the others of the 'he', the 'she' and the 'they' but most notably, the significance of the word, 'me'. The slice of education while shimmer on his soul, with the pride of perfection. It's melt away to seep into the individual's soul and answer his burning question of the meaning of his own life, need of existence and definitely the purpose. Education will answer him his own significance and hold of himself and his senses.
So, this is the mystic lure of education. The essence that binds reasons and indispensable reasons as too... the essence that binds wandering souls to life itself!

A gist of yesterday dissolving in my today

Questions and questions, some unanswered and some left unquestioned itself! Every heart has an emotion and every eye a motion – yet here I stand today as some solicit poetry scribbled on a spoonful of sand, destined to mingle away into nothingness, when night casts her shadow of obscurity and murk. They say, there lies a thin line between the reality and the fantasy… once erased you never know where you lie. That is, as per my notions, you get yourself mingling up your dreams and reality, emphasizing on dreams, ignoring the real as well as leaving dreams as dreams and not molding it into actions.
Numb and lost am I now… Perhaps I’ve never questioned, perhaps never pondered over it as well, yet I plunge myself into the essence of this placid early spring day and enquire of my dreams.
Yes, I've dreamt. I've dreamt and lived my dreams, dreamt and left them as mere dreams also! It's only when I won that I smiled, least it were tears of grief, exhausted in any trivial loss resulting in a significant loss of sangfroid. Well aware am I that these beads and crystal clear pearls of turbulent emotions no mirth for tomorrow, rather deepen the wounds of today; yet any trivial failure compels me to cry my heart out in some corner of room, in an attempt to blow away the murk in a corner of my heart. It's definitely easy to smile amidst mirth, never grief... just as it's easy to spread your wings and fly along with the gusts of wind, rather than against them.
Still then, live... live to the fullest... live for the today in hand, live to see a smiling tomorrow, not to regret and brood over the dead past. 'Forget the past for the past is dead'. This is something whose significance I am least aware of, allow me to rephrase, I am reluctant make myself aware of. Don't they forget that people live for certain fragments that the past has buried with the flow of time, certain memories of it that don't pose but essentially are the exalter of life? As for the unpleasant moments, forgetting would be a lame option. Let us give ourselves a chance to trust again, relive the wrong times yet without the wrong, and restore our fading confidence over matters that didn't deem it essential to allow our emotions to consider it.
After all, that's supposed to be life, an unpaved circle – it starts from a point, saunters away, but dissolves into its beginning, which is the ultimatum. So, probably, the petals of love and wrath shattered within are each of the same demeanor, that's beginning to end in the same point and enclosing a whole lot of unfathomable intensified emotions, in the process. At times, life seems like some enigmatic race amidst forbidden fantasies. Well, perhaps this enigma is life – the most emphatic word in the nothingness of space.

Blood and ink...

The strike of a sword can annihilate life from lands, drench the soil with innocent blood and reduce mighty kingdoms to mere ashes. The venom of this blood thirsty creature can destroy almost anything and everything that stumbles across its path… But Alas! That's it! That is all it is ever capable of. It's fame is by dint of its notoriety - nothing but a weapon of destruction and discord is what it can be defined as. It can stir waves of resentment, grief and revenge, but never a slice of realization. It can ignite the flame of wrath and rage wars but never skim across the crystals of peace, not to mention of controlling and bringing about a positive change. Unsurprisingly, we mortals bow to the sword, but believe me and believe your hearts, it's out of sheer fright of the wrong, not respect for the right. That's because the sword conquer lands, it’s not an instrument of the true philosophy of life.
It doesn't require an Excalibur to permit the dawn of realization; all it needs is a piece of paper and a bottle of ink. To jut it down precisely, all the world needs today to restore its lost sanity and cooperation as well as enhance its prosperity is the motion of the slim metallic beauty-the pen. Swords fight battles, win triumphant victories and conquer endless stretches of land, while a single pen may ignite the war, concentrate its intensity or for that matter, even subdue it into feathers of peace. The words it carves are more than enough to convince the minds of people in any direction it desires. The miraculous powers of this insurmountable pen are definitely victorious over those of the sword, for written words hit harder than the strike of the swords and imprint a never-fading mark on the minds.

Consequences of a convincing lie

Not every sun promises a bright day and I'm not the least unaware of the veiled acrimony such circumstances can hold, particularly after the consequences of a certain spring afternoon.
A sordid silence seeping into the heavy air, escorted by a grotesque silence and amidst it all, my own pensive mind, encroached by bohemian thoughts. I was bored, utterly bored to put up with the mundane surrounds any further and the only thought embracing me, in which I could afford to take refuge was that of sauntering in the lonesome boulevards of the locality that afternoon. I walked out, keeping the sleeping occupants of the house in happy ignorance of my absence, only to come back and be engulfed in my parents' fierce anxiety.

'Why... where the hell did you go?'
'Dad, I actually...', and there they cut me short.
'Roaming on the roads like a true useless fool, I presume?'
'No Mom!'
'Then?'
'Wait, let me explain! I went to pay Sara a visit!' I managed to stammer out.
'And pray why?'
'She had called up and asked me to do so. And probably I'll have to go again. She needed help with her home-work!'
And I finally managed to subdue their wrath, with my lame yet presentable excuse - in short with a convincing lie. They couldn't mark the absence of candor in my words, so I proudly called it convincing.
'Well then, we all are just ready to leave for the amusement park! Since, you are all so engrossed, I wouldn't hinder any of your activities. We'll be back I a few hours! And yes, if you leave for Sara's house again, see that the mansion is well locked up', mother replied in a placid tone.
'It's going top be a little disturbing to enjoy ourselves out their without the person who actually had made all the hue and cry about it!' chuckled my cousin sarcastically.
And what was all this out of the blue. The amusement park! I wanted to go there by all means, and why wouldn't they take me? I could promise them I would get ready in a minute. They most probably wouldn’t mind. But then, I couldn't. They had a reason and I was the one to invent it! I'd explained that I was busy and would have to pay Sara a visit.... I couldn't contradict myself now!
They departed, all so mercilessly, leaving me to my own self in the abandoned mansion. But who was I to blame, other than me? The evening grew darker, and I was feeling all the more lonesome. I hoped, I could really drop by at Sara's house... but that couldn't possible be! While all these thoughts were gnawing at my sanity, the drop bell rung. So, they were finally back! Hurray!
'Alice!'
'Hey... everyone's back!'
'Ah! Yes.. There had been a call for you. It was Sara wishing to drop by our house for a minute or two to have a word with you. And I bluntly refused, without any regrets. Weren't all those hours you spent with her enough for a day?' my dad explained.
I was dumbstruck! I had read in one of Paulo Coelho's books' that there are omens strewn along life's path. All you need to follow your dreams is to learn the art of reading these omens. I felt the urgent need to learn how to read these omens, with a great deal of desperateness as well as regret!

Lost and found!

A faded deer-orange sky and the twilight sphere setting behind a mob of tall slender trees – I found it best to gaze at the scenic beauty of a winter dusk than being a part of the lunacy of my cousins; They were seized by a weird idea of venturing into the nearby hills and returning the other morning, fearless of the night for the presence of several caves. Although least interested I was compelled to join their trip.
'Utter insanity! What the hell of an idea is this... going on a night-trip!' I cursed on the way, but in reply they tried to explain that this trip only portrayed their adventurous spirit and not insanity. I wasn't convinced, but my reluctance was thoroughly baseless now for I was one of the seven teenagers on their way to the hills, 6o km from town, at 7:30pm!
We reached there without much difficulty and my anxiety as well as discomfort had dwindled to an appreciable extent. We hunted for a cave, settled all our bags, bottles, food packets and other necessities in a corner of the cave, and dimly lit it up with a hand-full of candles that I'd managed to get with me. However the rest were bent on setting up a bonfire and I was sent to fetch some thin boughs, dry and worthy of igniting a fire. But Alas! By the time I sauntered back to the cave, our asylum, nobody was to be seen. My nightmare was carved into reality. I assayed keeping tranquil intact by consoling myself. Perhaps it was a mere insensate prank played by my mischievous cousins... Perhaps it was not! If it's just a joke, I'll be all fine and if not, nothing would be fine!
What could have made them do this? Did they really flee from here or were they somewhere around, waiting to see me reach the cave and go up the wall! In short, I was scared and scared to death. I sat down with my eyes closed in a corner of the cave, for a considerable time. Perhaps anxiety tempts hunger- if not for others at least for me! I nibbled at every packet in the other corner and sat a little distant from the packets for an assumed security. What sort of security, I least knew that! I was lost and that was all I knew for then! No sign of human life... I was confused, frustrated and disturbed! After quarter an hour I ran out of the cave and paced up and down before it, absorbed in thought. I needed a way out of this disgusting silence and solitude, I fled from the cave, straight towards the spot where we had parked our vehicle, although I believed that nothing would be there. I wasn't really sure of where it was parked, so it can be said that in a way I fled aimlessly, without a destination, without my senses intact!
But perhaps, Providence choose to lend a ear to me. What a pleasant yet shocking joy was it on my part to discover our vehicle on a fairly elevated land. So the whole gang was around after all! Within ten minutes of walking from the stationary vehicle, I stumbled across the whole group, in their usual chaotic merriment. All my frustration and anxiety was finally swept away by a mellifluous sigh of relief!
'What were you doing? We told you we'll be near the vehicle, didn't we?'
'Nay, I was told to be by the cave.'
' You dumb creature. Well, how on earth could you hear with all that unnecessary tension that you were burdening yourself with. Anyways, where are the sticks?'
'Oh no! I’ll just go and fetch them in a minute!'
'No way.. never, you’ll get lost again!', was the unanimous scream.