Saturday, 27 June 2015

The Oblivion......

 As I opened my eyes
To the day's clear light.....

I found the nightmare standing
Near the foot of my bed.....

As long as I can recall.....
The hushing songs of the dark....

I recall that hooded being...
Whose face had a scar....

Being dragged back
To the unknown

My eyes shunned away
From the light....

I am helpless in the darkness.....
I am prisoner of its might....

A loud mourn from the corner....
Chills me to the bones.....

The shriek is so deafening....
And I realize I will fall.....

Falling into the oblivion.....
A place existed, I forgot.....

Shaking off that I had forgotten....
I try to pick up the pieces and fill in the gaps....

I try to find my way.....
Out of this haze and fog.....

I cannot see the way ahead.....
The darkness blindfolded my eyes....

How can this oblivion be so silent.....
Not a being is to be seen.....

Unheard voices whisper .....
I keep looking from where they emerge....

Like a shadow melting in the dark.....
The strange nightmare  vanishes at last.....

Still following me in the dark.....
The hooded silhouette stands.....

Behind the tree, hidden......
Like watching over me....

I have lost much time.....
In confusion......

Like I have lost myself.....
In my own Oblivion.....

I submerge in my thoughts....
Again and again....

My eyes  feel terrified....
But with no pain.....

I am helpless.....
Who will help?

Will I know....
What's in the well?

A shadow of mine...
Reflects back as if a stranger....

Will she help me?
Or just run away like a traitor....

I lend my hand to her.....
She grabs and comes out....

Its like me returning....
From the well....

Out of my doubts....
Out of all I thought was deep....

I sunk in my own oblivion....
Now I arise with this new hope....

I have found at last...
It was me who followed....

The unexplored....
The stranger.....

That black hooded....
The nightmare....

The shadow....
The reflection....

I am facing myself now....
All questions answered at last....

I needed to know myself....
I refused long ago to seek....

Now I know why she followed.....
It was me who was a stranger after all...








Monday, 22 June 2015

A hustling wind....


Am just a hustling wind
Whistling all the way.....unseen
Waving away....a little gust near ears...
Making my presence felt
And at some point .....
Dissolving in absolute nothing.
Sometimes a smoke I am....
And sometimes pushing raindrops,
Sometimes with the fog I emerge
And settle down as a drop of dew...
With dawn, I wake up as a breeze....
Cool and full of energy .....
At nights.....I howl my greatest fears
And sleep in the trembling cage.....
Sometimes I rise with the dawn
At noons I collide with the bright
At dusk I melt with the purple and orange syrups
At nights... I hide in the shadows away from the light.....
Singing my unsung songs to who can hear all......