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.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.