The Harbingers of Joy

Across the streams of livelihood
With silent wings by the side,
Slides the simple creature
Into the passage of time.

An accidental glance at the beholder’s plight,
Ends a spell of perennial drought.
And showers incessant droplets,
Completing the loop with another naught.

As the nature prides itself
With riches out of one’s way,
Oblivious is the harbinger,
Who is just drifting through another day.

Valentine’s Day – A Quirky One

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Casually strolling around,
Her “red” diary I found.
Clicked my mind quickly,
I started working.
Intriguing!
Surreptitious!

Her poems and prose
Her lilies and rose
An entry caught my attention
My name with a bold mention?
A warm chuckle!
Butterflies flying!

Words like ‘cupid’ and ‘valentine’,
Adjectives like ‘magnetic’ and ‘divine’,
Kissed the page with fervour.
Avidly, I devoured.
Heavens thanked!
A cornucopia of butterflies flying!

I tranced into a parallel world
Pouring lilies and flying birds.
Blooming was cloud nine,
As I knew she was mine.

Suddenly, my mouth dropped
As if the world had stopped.
All the feelings had been fake
‘Cause the guy was my namesake.
A fading smug!
Butterflies dying!
Butterflies dying!!

Pain pinched my heart
Like a sharp pointed dart
The adjectives were for him
Sorrow overflowed at the brim.
Heavens cursed!
A cornucopia of butterflies dying!

Suddenly she came in
Wearing the most beautiful smile
Ironically, I forgot all my worries
And wished her “Happy Valentine’s”
Again, heavens thanked!
But, no butterflies this time!! 😛

Happy Valentine’s day people! I hope your day doesn’t go like this. 😛

The Drifter’s Dilemma

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Rose in the air,
The fumes of victory.
After deserts and despair,
Fields green, finally.

Clear blue sky,
Soothing wind playing.
An alluring lie,
Or stars shining?

A divine soul appears,
An angel without disguise.
All sorrow clears
By those enchanting eyes.

Mesmerised by the beauty,
A drifter, a wanderer,
Losing his sanity?
Forgetting his nature?

With eyes blinking,
He tried to decide.
The turbulent drifting?
Or the tranquil side?

Being a drifter,
He chose to stride.
“Why?”, asked the nature.
The curiosity could not hide.

Replied the drifter :-
“I drift through the dark
To put on a flight.
A necessary part,
To appreciate the light.”

A Place For My Tunes

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I dream of a place far away,
Which would echo with the tunes I adore.
Far from the reaches of anger and foul play,
Far from the clutches of terror and gore.

Where the strumming on the acoustic guitar
Would make my heart pine for more.
The sensational flute solos not too far
Would caress me and mesmerize me to the core.

Where the slow beats of the drumsticks on the cymbals
Would keep my tapping feet rhythmic.
And the aura filled with clear and soothing vocals
Would break the melancholy and fill the soul with music.

Captivating me,
It would make me forget everything.
Inspiring me,
It would keep my blood flowing.
Hypnotizing me,
It would cast a beautiful spell,
And silently,
It would take me away from this hell.

When Her Scream Was Just A Whisper

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She dreamed of a magical place,
With orange skies and hidden grace,
Where she could see the darkness hide,
And everything would be a happy surprise.

But lifting the veil was never easy.
Reality had always been scary.
Nevertheless, she tried hard to reach her goal,
Hiding all her tears in a secret bowl.

But the bowl couldn’t store all her tears.
And eventually, she was drowned in her fears.
Closer to the edge she went.
Failed was her last attempt.

In total despair, she screamed,
Hoping to find a healer.
Never could she imagine,
That her scream was just a whisper.

The Magic Of Words!

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Words!
When spoken casually,
Can make you a clown.
When commanded with authority,
Can bring one down.

Words!
When given a proper structure,
Can make a beautiful song,
When shaped with a rude gesture,
Can make an abuse, strong.

Words!
When defined by anonymity,
Can go worthless.
When defined by affinity,
Can serve the purpose.

Words!
When fueled by manipulation,
Can give disastrous solutions.
When labelled with true emotions,
Can cause a strong revolution.

Words!
When chosen blindly,
Can take you to hell,
Can make things tragic.
Words!
When chosen wisely,
Can serve you well,
Can weave magic.