Utopia : The Land of My Soul
Thursday, August 21, 2008

Returning to blogdom would be such a long journey, who would have thought?
Don't know when I had bid farewell to this hemisphere, but coming back to it just seemed to be the outcome of a white heat of idea. I had almost let my creative streak go famished for a long stretch of time. During this dry patch I have missed my little world where I used to let my hair down and poured out my feelings uninhibited.
I have really missed the little bird like joy of hopping from one blog to another in search of some tonic for my brains. And not to forget my friends! I deserted them as if they were just names. Though I often came to visit the relics of my past creativity, but the urge to scribble and fill the blogosphere never got the better of me. Somehow, to make an effort to break free the chains of sluggishness and empty my heart out made me cringe. But I have to get out of my cluster.
So, this small poem is for all my blogpals to tell them I’m back.
When I left, I had my heart-full
Without an adios, without rhyme or reason,
With no inch to treasure even a single word from the friends!
I was a lost soul, I was unaware of the loss I were to bear.
To be estranged, to tear away the frail thread, to distance away second by second…
Hide and seek, hide and seek, hide and seek.
Seek till you think deep, seek till you drop deep.
Hide till you can seek, and seek till I hide.
Labels: Emotions and trivia
Friday, December 08, 2006
Ahh Romanticism

It is a peached afternoon seeped in molten gold.
You and I are bathed in it, smeared with the warm joy.
Our minds are smelted together, hearts fused to form one.
Our entities are gilded such, that one needs to saw through it.
We sense unparalleled ecstasy together with eyes half shut.
But the fate of it seems as transcient as bubble, now palpable now gone!
Grasp it and it vanishes leaving you yearning for another chance...
Another chance just to see it from a distance collaged as one, and this time no fiddling with it.
Ah! the bitter part slaps you to reality -- things passed never recurs!
The illusion ends, with it ends a series of unrequited hopes, games unplayed, dreams undreamt.
Blobs of redness appear in the face, a salty taste spoils your taste buds, weariness seizes you.
A few days gone, the bitter feeling weakens .
One fine morning you wake up refreshed, anticipating something rivetting again.
You strut, bag the next opportunity left for you, fret , pretend to recount the past, smile foolishly and march forward victoriously.
Then again you have a honeyed afternoon decked up in rich colours.
again you feel the unalloyed happiness of togetherness and again...
Life goes on with tides of time rolling on shore and off it,
creating ripples and then smoothening it,
creating storms and then pacifying it,
creating placidity then suddenly frothening it.
Labels: Emotions and trivia
Friday, September 01, 2006
Kuch pal...
Kuch pal choo ke urr jate hain aise
jaise koi parr nikal aayi ho.
Rahe jati hain toh bas ek parchaayee,
dhoondli, dhool mein lipti hui, unchooyi.
Aisa hi ek pal kabhie yaad mein bas jata hain
jaise badra se aankh micholi khelta hua dhooop.
Labels: Emotions and trivia





