The last Song

New day peeping in;

It will soon be New Year with new promise and faith

Blowing by the memories of old days

Until everything will only be the last song

Or a tale imprinted in some forgetting memory…

Like the sun shining in after a long, pallid winter

Like waking up after a nightmare

New times are peeping in;

Times for the heart to feel safe;

Faint smiles and tints of sunrays

A new day, a new dawn;

Lush greeneries, clouds like polished ivory…

A new song will play for the Believer

A song of faith and gentle care..

A silent, still Faith…

Lately, I’ve not been practicing Faith;

Not been offering sweet prayers and smiling

Or offerings flowers on pink mornings…

Yet my faith is still there in the depths of my heart

A silent, still Faith;

Plaintive but not protesting,

A faith that keeps following

The daily routines, the heart aches until a new start…

I might be smiling and existing

And quietly there goes a prayer each now and then,

A prayer of delivery

Not only for me, but all those lone souls

Simply living upon faith on every new morning

A faith that wavers each now and then

But which never dies off from the memory;

Burning like a small candle whenever we fall…

Maybe not all tales become fairy tales

Once upon a time, there was a prince and a princess

Courting by a limpid lake, under blue summer skies…

He was a warrior inside, but gentle and caring;

She was a rose grower at heart, living in the midst of an ivy garden…

They were meant to share love and richness

Dreaming of being held together by nuptial ties,

Innocent dreams reflected by sweet feelings…

They were lost in their own heaven

Until one day the War called the Prince to fight

And he renounced his princess

Choosing instead the lone life of a monk over her…

She tried to explain to him that some bonds last beyond time

But the Prince chose Reason over Love

Abandoning the lonely princess midway…

She now wears the veil of silence and solitude

Living in lone green fields waiting for flowers to turn golden

Lost in the memories of her prince…

He leads a lone fight but he is empty inside,

Lost in the memories of his princess…

Each time it rains down over a summer day…

A heart full of pain on a cloudy day;

Ages have gone by since he went away

Yet the heart is still sore

Each time it rains down over a summer day…

She told him to stay

She did explain, she did try, she did pray

But he went away before

They ever had a chance, seasons later on another summer day…

What stays is overwhelming defeat;

The feeling of being empty inside

Without the courage to hope again…

Why pretend to be happy, why not simply admit

That you’ve been turned down and left aside

Alone to deal with your troubles, in times of pain…

After hours of delirium…

Hearing your voice after months is like cool ripples travelling inside me,

It is exactly like falling in a peaceful sleep after hours in delirium,

Caught up in the maze of a dizzying fever…

It is strange how some feelings remained there inside me,

Never dying and gently gaining momentum

At the slightest memory of you and me, will it be so forever?

Tears well up in my eyes and I’m unable to talk to you;

Yet I’m relieved to hear your voice…

As usual, I can only write down how I feel,

For today words are all that belong to me…

Losing you a second time...

Losing you a second time, it is like being blown over by a tempest which leaves me utterly sore inside...I wanted to write a poem, no, in fact a thousand poems for you, but I’m left with no strength to make lyrics and prose out of my words...

I’m only left like a bare lone lighthouse, from which the hurricane has already taken off all its paint. I feel as if I have lost part of me...part of me has flown off with you and will never come back again. I feel so empty inside, I don’t feel like my real self anymore...It is as if I am standing in front of a roaring sea; my tears lost with the waves and my cries unheard with the roar of the ocean. 

Now I know what it is like to love and lose.  If it is true that love brings magic in our lives, it is equally true that it brings us to a downfall when we lose it. I know the time we spent together is relatively short to human eyes, but it felt like an eternity for me, and I know it will take another eternity before I can finally move on and get rid of this pain...

Losing you a second time...After so many months, I wonder why it still tears me so much from inside...

Everyone dreams of having someone to hold on forever...

Hovering midway..caught up in between

The love songs that bring secret smiles,

Days, weeks and months of being lonely

Left midway on the pathway of  love

After having bared up innocent feelings...

Walking on for miles and miles

Nothing can erase feelings of one day or an eternity;

The world would be dying without Love...

Every night, I fall in love again,

Under camphor trees, basked with the violin's playing;

A tune that brings laughter and tears together...

I turn down love in the depth of this pain

But at times, the torn lover wish you could be staying

Every one dreams of having someone to hold forever...

Kill yourself and torture me...

Kill yourself and torture me...
That's all you are good at doing;
Escaping from what you feel,
Leaving hold of my hand mid-way...

Were you really in love with me,
that's all I got into believing;
Now my heart is sore and I won't ever heal
Whatever I say, whatever you say...

Why do you ask me...?

Why do you ask me

If I am okay,

When the answer is there in the silence

That separates us, that weighs so heavy

Upon my soul gone so lonely...

Why do you ask about my day?

Without you, there's no more essence

And deep inside, you are also like me;

A shivered soul pretending

That everything will be okay in the end

The memories will fly away

The smiles, the kisses will be forgotten,

But the truth is that it is not ending

Maybe time will carry it all like desert sand

But for now, we are both heart broken

And our heart still waits for some mending...'

Grey tints...

To die a little bit every day becomes a habit after a while

Like a wild flower withering in a lone field under the sun

Unknowingly awaiting for small drops of rain

To quench down an invisible thirst, an unseen yearning....

To fake down laughter and smile

Becomes exhausting on the long run

For there remains on the heart a little pain;

A little pain that amplifies at times, without logical understanding...

To keep on living and walking

When the heart has gone sore

Is like walking with a pebble in the shoe, striving to continue

Even if the horizon seems to be dark ahead...

Gloom remains close by, stalking

Over the soul that hopes no more...

Maybe someday Life will regain its former texture and hue

But grey tints now remain in every word, written or said...

Till then, I guess there will be more songs and poems on Love...

At times, the prettiest dreams end
And Life comes to a stop in the midst of nowhere...


Should I write about the dreams that have gone by
Dreams that hang in whispers of old forgotten songs;
Sweet romance on pallid summer nights...
The feelings of interlacing a pair of hands;
Of a kiss shared in the middle of nowhere..
If soft dreams like that end, it feels like we have gone far by
The real essence of life, w e have lost Love's cherished kingdoms;
Blown off  are the fires, the stars, the warm sunlight...


This is the after life of having loved and lost, of living
Simply for the sake of existing...


Will love ever shine again,
will someone else come by someday
To soothe the pains, the nightmare of having lost Love..?
Will we be given another chance, all the same?
Or has love gone forever from every fore coming day?
Till then, I guess there will be more songs and poems on Love...

Gone with the wind...a lover's tale..

Gone with the wind, the memories

Of a smile on your lips, of dreams in your eyes

As we sat talking about everything under greeneries

Softly swayed by the freshness of new blue skies...

A kiss lingers on my fore-head

A faint scent makes my eyes blurry in mid-day,

I hear soft murmurs of words that were said

Promises given in the middle of nowhere...

Yet, the next instant it is all gone with the wind

Our Love which was maybe not destined to be

This now leaves over my heart a sad bitter feeling;

Why did you choose Logic over me?

The poet's lair...

The poet's lair is a secret kingdom

Springing out from misty breeze of a cloudy day;

A staircase of freedom

Taking shape from words dropped by everyday...

The words becom lyrics, the lyrics become proses,

Proses become poems and poems become stories;

Words scented with morning dew and wild roses,

Words stilling down minutes, days and memories...

The Poet's Lair welcomes you

With the musty fragrance of falling rain,

The laughter of children that becomes You

In those times of revival after days of pain...

Tangled up in the Poet's Lair lies rainbows of coloured pen

Sand coloured papers and autumn leaves,

Until the Poet's Lair becomes the quiet land

Where the poet can finally be himself and breathe....

Basked out in the wilderness...

Basked out in the wilderness,

 The memories of Love whispering

Plaintive songs in the wind, words in rippling waters…

Busy days and long hours cannot still down the emptiness,

Broken promises are still echoing

In the hearts of deserted lovers…

So if blue skies make the eyes misty

And cool summer breeze make one dreamy,

It is simply the memory of being basked out in the wilderness

Of leaving a dream imprinted in the memory;

The feeling of having reached out for heaven eternally

Until reality dawns through with un-expected Loneliness...

My mind speaking out...

I am starting this blog so as to break the monotony of my current days.. I have not yet figured out what exactly to blog, but I guess the first step would just be to write down a few words...!


So, it's a cloudy afternoon on a lingering Sunday and I've just written down my first words in The Poet's Lair... :)