Desuetude!

State of rage and state of fear
All have I seen in this month of may
Rhapsodized and then reconciled
And now today I am stranded in this game
Like the tombstone waiting for its name.


A poor boy once in a bad old time
He was disparaged and then he was in love
And then he heard the dulcet dirge
He has seen me when the thoughts went low
But most of it he wont mention right now.


The warm mellifluous melancholy
And the chilled northern winds
They come together, brewed by the blue sky
Penning the finest poetry yet very austere
Recollecting the past, predicting the future.

Contemplation II

I want to fly a jet-plane
High up in the sky
untouched by the people beneath.
This earth which lifts me up
sends me close to the stars
would call me back someday
And I have to land.
I am too scared to hit the clouds
and be lost,
for it would be a sin.
I love my craft
And the trail it leaves behind.
The beauty of it I shall want to see again
So today I would land  it
to fly with it tomorrow again.

Contemplation I

I know the time would come someday
I would strode as you sprint away
plaintive tears like steady dew drops;
And a cold dawn would petrify me.

I would remind myself the sins of past
which never were incorrigible
or may be i thought them to be
or may be there were no sins

Melancholy would soon dissolve
convoluted words would sympathise me
here I resign to walk-in tomorrow
and the vicious circle continues.

Living without fear

And the day was just not getting over. It was twilight and I was still enjoying the bliss that the setting sun had warmed me up with. An hour back, I was almost alone,looking straight at the ocean till the eternity; thoughts were floating on the waves and they were plenty. I had to take some with me and leave the rest deep inside the blue waters never to haunt me again.
I am never very bothered of the things I have bought in my life as I could any day replace them if they rot or just learn to live without them. My brain is not biased and my heart has no say. What worries me are the things which are inside me, which I cannot buy nor can I replace. My brain loses the ability to think and the heart gains control which possibly can make a wrong decision.
That never-ending day when I was staring at the sea I could feel the amalgamation of my mind and heart and I could feel the absolute sense in it. There was no question, anxiety, confusion and most importantly fear. Getting over our fear is important, ain't it? And somehow I could get over it.
The day was just not getting over and I was embracing the resurrection of a beautiful emotion without fear!