Hiding from the storm

OctPoWriMo Day 2 poem


Angry I left my home
never to return again,
grumbling and growling,
I walked a mile
thinking life with you
is nothing but futile.

Then the wind sighed,
the lightning flashed,
the thunder boomed,
I shivered and looked around,
I heard a creak and a groan
and a crash nearby.

Hide and seek I played
with the icy drops of rain,
looked I here and there
but all went in vain,
a single shed nor shelter
presented itself on my way.

Then I saw you coming from afar
and my anger did melt,
amidst both these storms,
I sobbed a happy smile,
there's no better hiding place
than your loving embrace.

Autumn (Day One post for OctpoWriMo2013)

...and I wandered aimlessly

crunching the leaves that fell,

as if they were tears

the trees shed in grief for me,

my heart: lonely

longing for you, 

the chilly air

binds,

as I cover myself

with a shawl.

I remembered the moments 

we walked together,

on such lazy afternoons,

you holding my hand,

and

my palm looked so small

to you big one.

You telling me stories of wonder land

of birds, beasts and princesses

and how they were saved by 

their princes in armour.

Big eyed I dreamt one day

my prince would come

and imagined myself in distress

and when I told you about it 

you just laughed away.

Now I am in the autumn of my life

as you were then

I miss you 

for times have changed

but one thing remained as it is

Today I tell stories to my grandchildren

the ones you told me 

when I was a little child.

Home alone and the clouds roared

and it rained and rained
and the clouds roared
with a cracking voice
somewhere afar a glass window shrieked
and I sat on the corner of my bed
covered with a cover
sometimes peeping through
home alone
and scared
my pet sparrow chirped a little 
may be to say
am not the only one
together we waited for the
angry clouds to calm down
the rain has soothed the hot sun a little.

helpless

I know you are seeing 

from wherever you are
the face of the demons 
that brutally killed you
I know how your soul is tortured
and the pain you have on your face
they said as he is a juvenile 
he couldn't be given any severe punishment
and three years is all he gets
in a remand home
and then free forever
and then one day he may boast
of the heinous crime he did
how are you feeling Nirbhaya 
are you battered once again? 
are you being killed timelessly again and again?
Don't know about that
but you are definitely beaten to death once again.

Longing

the longing crept in slowly
the passion was foretold
the yearning unbearable
the stars bore witness
the moon saw her pain
she roamed aimlessly on the river bed
sometimes touching the water
to cool herself
sometimes she read aloud love poems
sometimes her favourite companion was the radio
she cursed herself for her desires
for her pains
only if he did know...

Sometimes

The plate that served the "tikkis" broke into 
exactly three pieces,
the scotch glass cracked suddenly,
was the heat too much to bear,
our lips touched only to part
as if we were shaken by an earthquake,
the salt like taste of your lips
stayed left a mark
as your hands strolled along the curves 
and stopped as our eyes met.

The cloudy sky rumbled,
a thunder was heard somewhere,
but it didn't rain
as we stood motionless for a while
and then moved away
with a weak smile.

Passion

I met you once in a bus stop

and for a moment I was lost

they said eyes could kill

oh! I believe in it now

such soulful eyes

such depth

did I find a hint of passion 

or was I wrong

I thought they were yearning

a moment passed 

or a decade

then came the climax

you got off the bus

and I was left wondering

was it love at first sight

or a little lusty passion played.