Xpre$$!ons...
In the kingdom of vices,
your mother is not the Queen.
But, you will be the Princess…
You, Oh Princess!… you will grasp after time.
That beauty is short-lived,
that life in the empire is momentary,
that child-like innocence is passing,
that all this is happening,
that you are mistakenly in the wrong,
that these ‘wrongs’ will meet you tomorrow,
that this present is not your future.
In the kingdom of vices,
before you take in,
all this will be gone.
And that present,
will be your only present.
You will abhor beauty,
you will write your past.
And that past, will be your only present.
Like your mother, you will be a mother,
like your mother, you will not be a Queen.
But, you Oh Princess!… you will bear a Queen.
There are times when you want to say, and yet sound as if you have said nothing. And this is the best way to carry out thoughts in words, in a way that sometimes when understood is good and when not, is even better. It’s a mysterious ride down here, enjoy the bumpy boulevard!
21.7.11
When you don’t come…
Xpre$$!ons...
I smile for a second, laugh for a minute,
and before the cry returns,
I wait for the best moment to come.
That moment is again; a get-together for some seconds,
a second that brings happiness elongated.
When such awaited call rang no bell,
a tear ran down my cheek.
“Don’t come but don’t promise,”
my heart cried…
But I faked it, and said “it’s okay”
I don’t know how you wait, oh woman!
Woman, whose man is on the border.
I cry hopelessly, when I feel the distance.
And the next time you come,
make no news.
It hurts, when you don’t come.
I smile for a second, laugh for a minute,
and before the cry returns,
I wait for the best moment to come.
That moment is again; a get-together for some seconds,
a second that brings happiness elongated.
When such awaited call rang no bell,
a tear ran down my cheek.
“Don’t come but don’t promise,”
my heart cried…
But I faked it, and said “it’s okay”
I don’t know how you wait, oh woman!
Woman, whose man is on the border.
I cry hopelessly, when I feel the distance.
And the next time you come,
make no news.
It hurts, when you don’t come.
10.5.11
Xpre$$!ons...
No, I am not asking for anything more,
little less but not lesser than less.
There is more in everything I ask for
But less in what I think I have.
’I am not the only one asking,’
….is what you would say,
So, I ask nothing at all.
But take away all that ‘very little’ I have.
For petite they are, and they stay no longer.
No, I am not asking for anything more,
little less but not lesser than less.
There is more in everything I ask for
But less in what I think I have.
’I am not the only one asking,’
….is what you would say,
So, I ask nothing at all.
But take away all that ‘very little’ I have.
For petite they are, and they stay no longer.
29.4.11
Xpre$$!ons...
It's so difficult to stand, stand in one place for long!
Every time i stand there, it's just for 'some' time.
That time, this time and every time,
i wish no distance from the old that has gone,
i wish no closeness to the newness to come,
...i wish no colour that changes me,
i wish i stand here for long and say,
"It's not so difficult to stand, stand in one place for long!"
It's so difficult to stand, stand in one place for long!
Every time i stand there, it's just for 'some' time.
That time, this time and every time,
i wish no distance from the old that has gone,
i wish no closeness to the newness to come,
...i wish no colour that changes me,
i wish i stand here for long and say,
"It's not so difficult to stand, stand in one place for long!"
11.4.11
3.4.11
A sea of emotions
Xpre$$!ons...
There was a wave of tide that rushed unto me;
I stand there looking, as they wash my feet,
it runs back to the sea like a child in the game.
The sea water came gushing again,
I am crying within.
A tear settles in the corner of my eyelid,
and drops down on my wet feet,
it goes back as water to the sea.
I reconcile and sit down the shore side,
There is noise that fell into my deaf ears.
I was being watched, heard and felt.
While I thought I was all alone,
There, she made me feel her presence.
I am sad, and she was gay.
Hers was the water, mine a tear.
There was a wave of tide that rushed unto me;
I stand there looking, as they wash my feet,
it runs back to the sea like a child in the game.
The sea water came gushing again,
I am crying within.
A tear settles in the corner of my eyelid,
and drops down on my wet feet,
it goes back as water to the sea.
I reconcile and sit down the shore side,
There is noise that fell into my deaf ears.
I was being watched, heard and felt.
While I thought I was all alone,
There, she made me feel her presence.
I am sad, and she was gay.
Hers was the water, mine a tear.
14.3.11
They said…
Xpre$$!ons...
They said, ‘careful ahead, go slow.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘you’re doing it again.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘it’s wrong.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘I don’t have to do this.’
I ignore.
They said, and kept saying.
They still are…
I ignore.
They said, ‘Ignore.’
I listen.
They said, ‘careful ahead, go slow.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘you’re doing it again.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘it’s wrong.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘I don’t have to do this.’
I ignore.
They said, and kept saying.
They still are…
I ignore.
They said, ‘Ignore.’
I listen.
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