Hushed Melody

The strings plucked, the lyrics of our hearts in symphony,
Rhapsody in our thoughts, scraping the repressed memories,
The unfilled space in the canvas of my life,
Screaming for more strokes, some permanence in forms,
The palettes in our eyes still to be painted,
But, the bow soon fades the ecstasy away….
The melody dies on the altar of compromise with times.

The curious eyes glaring at the split shadows,
The silhouette of broken love, secrets and promises,
Now, the sword is dropped, and the hues are diluted,
Roaring laughter, resounding applauds, scathing the wall,
The questions forming ripples in my eyes,
The head bowed down, wishing the sky blushes,
It was never so hard to admit I am crying!

Quakes and Hopes

An apocalyptic roar,
And the rebellious earth,
Laid in front of me,
My past shattered,
My dreams in debris.


Am I alive? Why this agonizing pain?
Is it the pain that the cries are distant,
But only dead silence at home
Or is it my hand disfigured?
Vanquished with it the fate engraved on them.


The dwellings turned into graves,
The jewels forsaken, the shops abandoned,
No buyers, no sellers,
Just the bargain for life,
………….A lose-win deal.


Wish I was on my amma’s lap
But, maybe she was a dazzling star in the sky,
The Ultimate grief,
The Wounded soul,
And the Paradise lost.


A cutting pain, tears streaming down
Isolated from my hand,
Reckoned as worthless,
I felt Handicapped.
Now who will caress the lost loved ones?


But, I will survive,
I will put together the debris,
And build a castle
The paradise of my fathers,
Wherein will prosper generations.


If the tectonic plates had an extra aggression,
There is an extreme verve in me
If a moment can ruin it all,
The Moments together can turn it into a Paradise,
From the ashes, shall rise the Phoenix.

What is Red?

I see thrill in the eyes. I hear people discussing different spots to hangout. Suddenly from the talk of Gaza war, we are wondering about love. From the scenes of dead bodies in Al-Jazeera, we are talking about movies pictured in Cinepax. Baffled……..Oh it’s the Valentine’s Day, that has yet again brought us in the midst of red. Red dress, red lips, red rose, red cards, red hearts, red candies and red balloons. Red continues to be in the air, from the gore red to the joyous red.

Red which stained the concrete, a remnant of a frightened kid who hid behind his mother in vain to shield himself from the air raid. Red, that is proudly worn by a damsel experiencing life. Red was once carcasses, counted and callously overlooked. Red is now endeared and prized. Red was depicting silence and fatality. Red is in the midst of noise and laughter. Red was bleeding profusely. Red is being painted happily. Red was causing tears and wrenched hearts. Red is worn to be envied and appreciated. Red signified the end of life. Red is flaunting life.

This gamut of red shows the stark incoherence among us. How indifferently can we enjoy without our thoughts fleeting on the wretched fraternity across the globe. In this day of love, care and admiration, we are sure to be stripped off Humanity.

This time we are entangled in the different threads of red. While some are mourning red, the others will be celebrating red. The paradox haunts me.