Sunday, April 6, 2008

Game of the heart…

Playing a game in the squash court,
With rebounding emotions of the heart
As the soft ball, till it bleeds and withers
And the opponent decorating his lips with
A deceptive smile and the gait of a winner,
Walks away and you’re left alone!

The rules were fair, the play a barbarity
Savage words and bitter strokes…
Yet I yielded the whims and fancies of
Outrages vociferations which led to crucification
And vituperations of schizophrenia,
Which I meekly admitted, as if I played a foul game;
As he was my best and unique pal and
I never wanted to lose him forever…

The mind always search in unknown shores and
Far away regions to discern a lost companion,
Missed en-route through your past rebirths..
Every moment the wind writes memoirs on the sand
And wander away, the waves blot it out
The next instant, ruthlessly with a cruel mind.
Calm sometimes, rebellious another time,
Turbulent at times, agitated, and weeping in grief
With suppressed mysteries of desires.
Yet, the fisherman adores its nature
And cling to her bosom, as of his mother.

Every man is an ocean, ever on the lookout in debris
For lost treasures and possessions withered from his heart

3 comments:

Kunjubi said...

The mind always search in unknown shores and
Far away regions to discern a lost companion,
Missed en-route through your past rebirths..
Every moment the wind writes memoirs on the sand
And wander away, the waves blot it out
The next instant, ruthlessly with a cruel mind....Myriads of topaz emotions lurks in the mind.It threatens,it caresses.. read on..

aria said...

"Myriads of topaz emotions lurks in the mind.It threatens,it caresses.."

and you succumb.

Nice composition. You've your own unique style and amazing command over language. Keep churning .. :)

Kunjubi said...

Thank u very much indeed,Aria. I am overwhelmed with your words. Many may read a poem but there are a few who actually climb down to the depth and search for the unseen treasures. And you are unique in it. It really inspires the creative mind and stimulates life. I am much obliged.
Thanks kunjubi.