Ethos

The horizon seemed so vast,
I stood there amidst the flying dreams,
The floating thoughts,
The plaintive music,
And the retrograding memories,
I wanted to run, I wanted to fly
I wanted to go back,
I wanted to dive deep inside the conundrum
Excavating any happy memory
And making any flying dream mine,
The seemed so elusive
They evaded away from me,
Leaving me empty once again,
I closed my eyes and I saw and I felt and I heard,
Darkness, Numbness and Silence…
I realized…they all went past.
An outburst swelled up,
It wanted to effuse out.
I suppressed it for the time being,
What route is it going to take?
Eyes, throat, hands or legs?
Obfuscated, they poured out through all…
I felt blood flooding in my eyes,
I found my ears ordering my larynx to stop
Pain engulfed my hands and legs
And suddenly I felt warmth…
An ether of love all around,
The blood inside me lulled after the bedlam…
I rested my head on the softness of human skin
The dreams came back and I didn’t realize,
Which one traveled inside me,
The tune grew soothing,
The memories didn’t come back
The horizon…it narrowed and stood at a point
My heart yielded and started flowing
The mind joined in and found happiness around
It looked back and found love smiling
And warmth…it stood at distance with an assuring look.

An Elegia

The love was lost...
The wind stopped blowing,
Her hair stopped flowing,
The eyes had dried up.
She looked straight on...straight!
I could not read her eyes
A voice echoed inside me
'This is the woman' it said
'The enchantress the princess of your heart'
But she spoke no word
The loquacity of her silence screamed.
They mixed, her silence and the voice inside me,
And perturbed the little peace that was left in me!

Sometimes I wonder
Why I was apathetic to the brewing philter,
That swept to my veins and intoxicated my mind?
Why did I not answer that call?
The call for embrace,
The call for the exodus of souls
The call to take her away
The call of the semantic silence...
How could I?
Didn't she know the soldier had no free mind?

I don't know when
The apathy of my job
Crawled inside and doused-
-my burning romanticism.
I do not know why the reality
Never...never reminds you of your surreal passions
Although you want to hold on to them
Till seconds melt into minutes
And minutes melt into hours...
But hopeful times freeze

The frozen time made me turn around
The blood flew out from her wound
And painted the white roses,
Those lay beside her,
The ones that I had brought for her.
The now red roses looked at me and
Asked me to preserve
Their evanescent lives
And made their way between me fingers.
The other hand moved and went to her face
And closed her eyes
The lifeless eyelids succumbed
To my inhuman brutality.

And then it was all over
I closed my chapter of love
The love that, my soldier-heart, fell in
I closed my eyes in deep realization
A soldier had no right to fall in love
Not at least in love with a woman
Who belonged to the nation that
He fought against.

Insecable

The wind blew hard and strong day,
The sun beat down to burn the earth,
And out of nowhere it started to rain.
I was in the middle of the road and-
I looked upwards and opened my mouth
And sipped in a drop or two.
I felt like loving and I looked around for love
But she wasn't around,
Ignorance ruled everywhere,
Vanity screamed from distance
And repulsion encumbered me
And then suddenly I found you
Hatred hovered around you,
So did sadness and indifference.
Yet you were so nonchalant;
That is what I liked about you.
That was when I decided,
If love was busy I would be with you.
And we still are...aren't we?
Love has tried, so has hatred
But our bond is too strong...
Isn't it..oh solitude?

Physiognomy

Her eyes met his and looked downwards

He caught her chin and slowly angled it upwards

Until their eyes met again

Still silent no words…

He wanted to…

He moved his hands to do so…

But she caught him

And shook her head

He put his hand away

She caught his hand

And took him to a mirror and asked him to look…

‘Look at that face!’ she said

And pointed towards a face

A face he could not see

A face she could see,

The face she described as,

‘Burnt, devoid of lips, with two holes

Serving as nostrils, no eyelashes, and ugly’

He looked on, searched the mirror all over

But found none,

He turned away from the image and

Looked at the live face

And noticed pearls dripping

He extended his hands and caught them

And closed his palms.

He held her face between them now

And looked hard

‘Where are the burns?’ He thought.

Again the eyes meet

She sees her face in his eyes

And looked hard

And wondered, “Where are the burns?”

Is that really me?

Do I really look so beautiful?

She understood and closed her eyes

And embraced her man

Yes, he is her man!