Friday, January 30, 2009

Hamlet of Blind Faith

I opened up to a crestfallen land as I kipped
Alien to the green and serene
No matter how far my vision could tramp
It seemed to me a cursed, barren plane

Blind faith, like a hot sun, scorched and pierced the earth's facade
Stomping everything that lifted its head towards the blue
Everybody seemed blinded and deprived by original thoughts
A sepia tone wore Its terrain and the tenants

Hordes of idols looked down upon me from every corner
As I wandered in those boulevards
On a quest to quench my thirst I set forward
But every well overflowed with nickels and quarters

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Rise and Strike

Across the table, on a saucer
Sat the dark, spicy cinnamon flavored tea.
Hot and steaming, yet halcyon was its surface
With tiny mortal bubbles at the border and between.

The brittle, white casbah looked content
Though it was only half full.
Perhaps, it was her lips, full and crimson
That had just then sipped its fill.

Contemplate; she would
Till the cup turned shallow;
But her chalice never could,
It overran the brim with times of yore.

Oh! Let it be, my maiden.
Don’t you drown and delve so deep.
Hold on to faith, these days won’t return.
Let not hope slip through thy fist.

A brawny shoulder to lay your head,
Words of courage and persistence, I’ll lend.
Fight your battle, with grit and valor,
Wear your armor, take the sword and march ahead.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Together, always

Miles, moments and latitudes divide
And the distance between keeps us away.
Yet I feel we are somehow united by thought.

Battles, struggles, victories and defeats,
We’re bound to face everyday, are poles apart.
Yet I feel we are somehow united by hope.

Purposes, motives and destiny might differ
From each other. And we’re certainly different in flesh.
Yet I feel we are somehow united by spirit.

Friday, January 02, 2009

Martyrs of the third kind

A pale black cap, uniform and an apron she wore
With hair rolled up into a bun, and a smile adorning her face.
Wiping off the fatigue that clung onto her brows,
She moved around like a streak of lightening all over the place.

It seemed she carried the entire coffee shop
Over her petite yet responsible shoulders.
Making a wish list of people sitting around.
She made sure she personally attended every customer.

The ears of those cups had turned sore.
Time and again, listening to the same tittle-tattle.
Whereas, the spoons stirred with pride and lay over the saucer,
Watching people who were a lot shallow, rattle.

Love, hate, care, pride, modesty,
Lust, friendship, courtship, break up, contemplation,
Compromise, envy, conflict, secrets, infidelity
And much more was passed across tables over hot conversations.

She seemed like she had seen and heard it all,
Over time, there was nothing that could surprise her.
At times, with hands folded and looking blank,
She would stand calm and placid in a corner.

As still as a mannequin she would look all poised.
Only her thoughts would traipse from one wall to another,
Wandering into every nook and corner, following her eyes.
Maybe, there's a dark side to this moon, an unseen shade to this insipid character.

Would she have ever thought of making a fair trade,
Slipping into the shoes of those on the other side.
Whenever she saw someone of her age just whiling away.
Or sipping coffee without much to do but indulge in killing time.

Perhaps, it was the choice she made,
On her pursuit for happiness which she sought;
To serve a cup of cheer to those who dropped by her place.
Or was she inevitably destined to play this part?

Well, it's amazing how some souls out there,
Sacrifice so much and pay a hefty price.
Wishing that, someday, they'd reap their toil's harvest.
They take the thorns while picking roses for our ming vase.