Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Charcoaled life

With life charcoaled
I miss that rustic touch
Sight of soiled feet
Defying the hesitation
With the plunge so smooth

I miss hearing
Hustling sound of excited leaves
Making movements so swift
The Sudden splash of water
Banishing the drops so pure

Why doesn't earth smell the same?
Why rock no longer soothes me with its roughness?
Why is this breeze not caressing my hair?

Is it me or you?
Or just the time
playing its deafening music.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Became you...

Transparent glasses
Blinding me with their colors
Pale yellow or red bright
No it looks blue
I guess green
May be just white

Clinking these glasses
Half empty and half full
I hear the sound you would

These empty glasses
Surrounding me with smiles fake
I sit here
Amidst these relations at stake

With these glasses colorless
Blinding me with colors
I sit here the way you would

To be away from you
I became you!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

You lost me...

Stroke tenderly my love
Leaf pleads the wind

But was the wind to listen
With all his might
In fieriness or may be fright
He shook the leaf
And passed by

Falling apart from the tree
She could say just these
Oh my love you lost me…

My amateurish attempt to write a tiny poem!