Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Tuesday, 11 August 2020

Distance

                         Pic Courtesy : http://www.flickr.com/photos/joel_r/8538713642/lightbox/


You might wonder, why I keep writing you poems 

Day after day,

one after the other.

A belief, word by word,

a sentence would travel the miles,

Unraveling a message of love.............

Saturday, 27 April 2019

AN UNSENT LETTER







Near and dearest love,
who drove far away,
Your wealthy health, ensures strength in will.
A year gone with the fall of The Green lass, since,
words spoken meant stories different, entire.
With the setting of The Sun today, an era passed too,
Yet, space between us, remembers boundaries well built.

Though, absence of you, rockets the ranging ambiance,
My pulse has a faint trace of your smile; still.
Long nights do rattle the coiled strings of memory,
to day-light concealed, a muffled cry caught-
midway, cloaks my throat, sourcing hollow guts.

The world reminds a little much of you and,
my weakened heart weeps an ode;
forgetting not, the good times together.

Ah! Pen a letter, my hope lies there.
Like the dark clouds full with rain, I am
mindful thoughts on what might have been us.

Papa likes Yanni too, recently;
He would have loved you, definitely,
Share the same cup of music, maybe.
Oh! My mother liked you already;
Recite the hymns together would you both have.

Scripted on solace, a family would have been, ours.
That choice right, bended, looted the-
portrait of a home woven, have I never forgotten.
Forever will I remember the well hedged amber eyes, that shone bright, I know.

And may you always stay blessed rightfully.
As this love from the other side, can never demise;
Letters that reach you not, are written perpetually;

With love,
J.George





Sunday, 4 November 2018

Liberating

http://indianperiodical.com/2018/11/liberating/

Liberating should it be, liberating should it be,
To let light on, thoughts organized severely.

Life blown on the shriveled cold bare mind,
Carefully, yes carefully woven from the labyrinth.

To let light on, thoughts organized severely,
Liberating should it be, liberating should it be.

Perishable not, hereafter, the ink of dark matter laid,
Carefully, yes carefully spun from the abyss;
An existence never denied, for the fear of ashes.

To let light on, thoughts organized severely,
Liberating should it be, liberating should it be.

Stripping naked sans care of judgement,
Letting the wounds bleed, heal; permitting self.
A soul exposed enigmatic, whistling the familiar tune, old.!

To let light on, thoughts organized severely,
Liberating should it be, liberating should it be.

Letting the ripple of the air, bring the rhythm;
Watch the puddles take shape, blowing life in.

Liberating should it be, liberating should it be,
To let light on, thoughts organized severely.

Sunday, 14 October 2018

L'Amour





Why enthrall at the decoy of L'Amour?

Ah! din't you notice that Cupid is blind and winged?!

Marvel at the split paint, an art to some eye.


Unstrung is your lyre of hope, sombre your music.

Drowned, your mirth in yesterdays dirt;

Living the illusion you spun with care.


Alas! When he flapped his large wings,

you lost appetite to become a bird.

Voices of fear by night, faces of dread by dawn.


Caught in the fire of reality, a sparkle you ignored.

Now, the heat of embers dry up the oasis of your comfort.

Why did love stop you from loving??


Rejuvenate, reincarnate, revive.

blind to hull and liberty weighed on shoulders,

he flies, searching a home for stay.



Ah!din't you notice, that Cupid is blind and winged.

Discern the truth your mirror reflects in this universe.

Overlook quondam with valor and mettle.


Trust the stay attached to your mast, in thunderstorms.

the current will guide you, being your patronage.

Pluck your broken strings, heal the wounds of his bow.

Paint the torn canvas green, attend the hearts waiting.


Rejoice in the gifts he showered.

Know him right, before owning him tight.

let not love stop you from loving anymore..!!!

Saturday, 13 October 2018

Seasons

When the first Winter wind grazes your hair,
Remember! O Remember!
Nightmares can be frozen forever...

When the Spring weaves your day;
Remember! O Remember!
What was once doomed, can always bloom....

When the Autumn shades, hides your way;
Remember! O Remember!
The path is still out there, waiting for your steps...

When the Summer wind takes life away,
Remember! O Remember!
Dusk and hurts are inevitable.....
But,
When the gentle rains touches the parched Earth;
Remember! O!Never Forget !
Nothing Lasts Forever...!!!!
What was once doomed, can always bloom....!!!!!!!