Psithurism…

I achingly longed for him,
For the silence was deafening
He, the one who plays the tunes
And to which, I lovingly sway
Sometimes gently,
Sometimes vigorously
Longer are his songs on some days
Just a while, on others
At times he brings his friends
Who makes me tingle and sparkle
Mesmerised in their music
I give away my brittle babies
Slowly he stops his song but I remain allure
Away he takes the bodies of my dead children
And fumingly I wait for his return
But then, with his approaching music
I forget my dead children
And I simply give way to his needs
For its a vicious circle
His tunes and my dance
Are inseparable
For as long as life exists
“The wind plays his tunes
Along with his rain friends
A lone banyan tree sways
Shedding away her yellow brittle leaves…”
 

Finally I am Home!!

Years of travelling

On pursuing my soul

Builting a destiny of my own

Yet incomplete,I felt

I longed for a place

I never been before

And I reach, finally,

To place called home

To people called parents

As I set my foot in

Somehow,I felt complete!

 

That day…

I was in a deep and dark slumber
Entangled in the roots of  my despair
Trapped away in my cynical world
With doors and windows
That opened to the blank walls

Suffocated and torn in the dungeon
My dried eyes refused to shed tears
My shriveled legs refused to run away
My mind refused to believe in anything
Frantically, I searched for a way out

I yelled for help with no voice at all
I kicked the dilapidated walls
A single unfit brick fell off, miraculously
A  streak of light lit the corner of the room
Taking the cue and to end my misery

I kicked to make many more bricks fall
Slowly and steadily I made an escape way
Then I realized, it was not my first time here
But I resolved this must be my last time here
I closed the portal to that alter the world
and chose to slip the key away

I was thus reborn “That day…”

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Linking with 

 

Journey

I woke up to a heart-wrenching pain

The one that prepares you

For that something bad,just there

I know it and ignore it

The gut just wrapped away

I felt dead,failed, violated

And humiliated as I seated there

Streaming down voiceless tears

Opens up my raw fears

You , a part of me and Me

Dies and fades into eternity

The journey from two lines

To the swab of red spots

Was the most difficult one

I had ever traveled.

 

 

The Tree

The roots, strong and grounded

The branches, spreads a warm welcome

The million leaves, green and brittle

The trunk,mighty in the face of storm

The twigs,but bow humbly to the breeze

The huge home, to a few hundreds

Forcing but none to stay

Takes the trash and gives us life

Harming none on the on the way

And yet we, the “humans” destroy

“The Tree”

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In response with the Daily Prompt : “Tree

Picture Courtsey : Google

Note : Edited 🙂

 

 

 

 

Do you really know?!

The white lilies
or silver cups of poison ?

Yellow dreamy sunflowers
or a little sun in every single flower ?

The lovely fairy tailed fishes
or our lives just before we are born ?

An old withered and a sprawling tree
or a lonely person simply waiting for a friend ?

Deep intriguing starry night sky
or a picture printed by our firing neurons ?

A tip of an iceberg
or the deck of an underground empire ?

A gushy cold wind on face
or the breath of an unreturned soul ?

A streak of sunlight admist the rain
or a hug of mother consoling her son ?

A hue of paint on an canvas
or the mind of wandering persona ?

An angry conversation with a loved one
or sadness due to inability of ones self ?

A pale blue dot.
or one among the pale dots in the entire universe ?

Are you living your life in a dream ?
or are you living your own dream ?

Tell me do you really know,
what you don’t know ?

Day 2 of barathon