Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Drops Of Dew

 

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Like morning dew
They clinged on
Here, there 
Everywhere
While, at other times
Nowhere in sight
A single touch
And they'd slip away
Leaving behind 
Only a moist essence
Of that, which, once was
Another ephemeral existence 
They came unbidden
And always left 
Without a sound
All I could do 
Was gaze at them
From afar, each time
As my fingers traced
Their broken silhouettes
Keeping behind 
Those glass panes
Till they all faded 
From my sight
One droplet 
After the other
But never, altogether 
Like a signature
Of those moments
That neither stayed
Nor ever effaced
Few and far 
In between 
You me and us


P.S: “This post is a part of ‘UMeU’ Poetry Blog Hop #UMeUBlogHop organized by Manas Mukul . The hop is brought to you by Soul Craft and You, Me & The Universe.”




Friday, April 30, 2021

Z - A Zeal Unleashed

 



With a restless zeal to conquer
The feet set forth on that climb
Along with, those of the others
Meandering their lone way 
Through the thicket of the wilds
A gunny sack of dreams
Hung over the shoulder
Tightly knotted around its mouth
To be opened some day..one day
Far away in the future
Possibly, as far as that peak
While the hands were busy
Clearing the undergrowth
In order to scale that height
And the feet kept climbing 
Clambering that ascend
As the days and the dreams
Kept gathering in the sack
But, then came that day
When the feet tired out
And couldn't go any further
The eyes however did rummage
Seeking for that elusive peak
But, nowhere in sight
With the hands so weary
That they couldn't muster the strength 
To unknot the heavy sack of dreams
Which now tumbled down the hill
Along with the gunny sack
Plummeting down the descend
Taking that very path the feet had 
As the eyes traced them 
With a zeal, as still as
That urn of clay
Holding the ashes

PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter Z.   
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.

Thursday, April 29, 2021

Y - To The Lands Yonder

 


When the dried leaves strewn on the ground rustled
And the winds whispered their tune
Did they reckon among them
As to which ones were unique

When the sea waves washed away the sand grains
With the ebb and flow of their dancing tides 
Did they reckon among them
As to which ones were unique

When the dawn broke with the rays of the sunlight
And fell upon the glistening pearls of dew
Did they reckon among them
As to which ones were unique

When the voices and footsteps became  evanesces
And dissolved into a few words of eulogies 
Did they reckon among them
As to which ones were unique

Yet again,
When life hums its typical sing-song tune
The voices inside and around urge, to strive
For that unique song
Before getting carried away
To the lands yonder



PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter Y.   
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

X - An Ounce In Excess

 



There I lay
securely fastened
and held down 
by the metal bolts
beside a bunch of others similar 

Each of us endeavouring 
in all our earnestness
to take those ounces of load 
when the wagons of life
huddled past in all their fury

As we bore every single signature 
of those abrasions in a trail
each one couldn't help but wonder
if I were the only one burdened
with an ounce in excess

Until that one day in bloom that had arrived
when those dainty little dandelions sprout
amidst us, the cold hardened metal tracks
and stood there without a bend or a stoop
nor with the slightest fret in their loop

Thus, as we, the tracks lay there, as if in a trance
and the wheezing wagons wheels crushed past 
the gay dandelions in all their delicate sway
still smiled away, undeterred and unburdened 
with any ounce that was in excess


PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter X.   
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

W - The Wardrobe's Muse


 

A trail of dreams
Waddled through
Falling off the shelves
Scraping... trying in vain
To drift apast
Into the outer world
Peeking through the crevices 
Of that chestnut wardrobe 
As it travelled through the years
From one home to another
Changing hands and names
Gifting only an invisible pair of feet
To those entrapped dreams
In the form of verses
Inside a quaint little book
Hidden away inconspicuously 
In one dark little corner
Till one day
A tiny little silhouette
Climbed into the wardrobe 
And gathered the trails
Of the tattered sheets 
Into the cups of its hands
And gave them the wings
As they blissfully 
Floated down
Like delicate feathers
Down a glass window
The dreams however
Finally took their flight
Towards the clouds
To steal the sky


PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter W.   
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.

Monday, April 26, 2021

V - Virtue Of A Rock

 



As the flowers swayed
In all their vibrant hues
I sat along to a side
And gazed silently
A rock that I was
Seasons pranced past
With the flowers embracing 
Each of them with elan
Whether it be a quiver
Or a gleeful beam
But I remained the same
All along, all the way long
A rock that I was
Cloaking the cracks within
Guarding them under unseen
Neither by the flowers 
Nor by the changing seasons
For a rock that I was
But then wonder I did
At many a times
If my being a rock
Was at all a virtue
As they proclaimed 
For had I been just a flower
I could sway, laugh and cry
At any given hour
And the universe would 
Possibly then heed
Without batting an eye lid 
Unlike, as presupposed
For a rock that I was


PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter V.   
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.


Saturday, April 24, 2021

U - Unseen....Unheard

 



When the sky had turned an ashen grey
and the clouds had thundered
with their silvery streaks
I crouched there
as one among them
but, unseen....unheard

When the rivulets thronged along hastened
and chased one another 
as always, in a fever pitch
I crouched there
as one among them
but, unseen.... unheard

When the tears welled up bundling 
the muted emotions together 
into a silent stream
I crouched there
as one among them
but, unseen.... unheard

When the morning mist gathered
like glistening pearls
on the earthen world
I crouched there
as one among them
but, unseen.... unheard

And finally, when the day came
that I let go....embracing myself 
as the drop that I was
I caught the glint 
of that universe
unseen and unheard of


PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter U.   
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.