HIGHLIGHTS

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Silent Tale


The old Oak which used to stand firmly
Through the howling wind breaking apart his wings
Time flew over him

The fierce Storms and burning Sun
Turning his trunk white and branches weak    Once Young and supple
His Bark is now withered with many wounds of time
Heavy upon that wrinkled skin

He has seen them all
The forgotten people
The abandoned hopes
Eras of glory and Eras of soberness or dark
He lost count of how many
May be he never cared
The Old Oak trembles now and then
As the crying grey sky
Wets the twigs which are left
Dripping through the splits of wounds
Years have wrought and overgrown
He has made every single one of them
A cleft in his bark                                                          
An Encapsulated memory
Lost now in a silent tale
Of that hazy grey eyes

Friday, March 9, 2012

Growl

Sometimes I feel

Growling like a Dinosaur 

In a wildly hoarse exhale  

Deepest bottom of the Vocal cords

Terrifyingly loud

Thundering sound 
 
Sometimes I give it a go

And merely sounds 

A Barely audible Human

That nobody seems to listen





Monday, March 5, 2012

Going 30


Would life ever be so simple?
When
Mornings were for the school
Days were for the friends
Evenings were for the fights with father
Nights were for the movies
Love was at first sight
Tears or laughter meant  
spur-of-the-moment
How everything was so amicable?
When
Sincerity ruled the moments
No lies, no plastic smiles,
Or feigned emotions
How everything was so beautiful
When you were yet
Four years to twenty
And weighed less than fifty