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Where have we come, where has faith lead?

That our words of love can only cause pain.

To hurt her I venture not, but instead,

Protecting us; I tried, so  far in vain.

 

She sought a stability, I knew i could give,

But somewhere the plot just fell on its face,

Not try as we must to make this bond live,

As time enrolls us in an unwilling race.

 

My love for her is strong, much stronger today,

Far; yet she calls out when I have nothing left,

The fight in me she embodies, shows me a way

Even as I walk on paths that have now cleft.

…

Stronger by the mile

 

 

Miles run behind me, my path is ablaze,

They break me, my speed; your memories, your face.

Hours on the road alone, not a moment of solitude,

Seeking to bind shattered pieces of fortitude.

 

With every surge, machine and heart compete,

Faster with each turn, run rivers of concrete,

Greenery whizzes past, I cannot a thought spare,

Lest nature catch up, showering pretentious care.

 

Two friends share my burden, the road and my steed,

Echoes of warnings and wisdom I never did heed,

They stand by me quiet now, not a word all this while,

Growing silent and wiser, with every passing mile.

 

I run out of misery, but the road never ends,

Complete in support, till time made amends,

Resolute in spirit now, pain does not show,

Mile after mile, wisdom and strength grow.

 

…

SDMIMD

I wrote this poem 2 weeks back on our Director’s insistence. Too bored to send it out individually to the ones who asked for it, so posting it here. IMD’ites, do tell me what you think of it! (if you’re reading this anyway)

 

 

Sylvan trees here stand by the tread,

Standing by the hearth of her welcome bed,

Pristine is her manner, calm is her face,

Robed in grey, she stands in grace.

 

At her heart of power sit minds of vision,

Sagacious, strong, they work in unison,

Further still now, stands her talent table,

Open to all souls, willing and able.

 

Teeming yet quiet lies her wise mind,

Books of all ages, adorning bind,

Spines bear prints of fingers that ran over,

Desks let time pass by much slower.

 

The canteen bustle, the rattle of plates,

Unaware of the hand dealt out by our fates,

Seeking wisdom found in books borrowed,    ##(Borrowed lines from one of my prev poems!)

Over piping cuppas, and minds harrowed.

 

She stands by it all, ever unfazed,

In her grey gown, that greenery has laced,

She is my alma mater, my guiding light,

Now and forever more, I’ll be a IMD’ite!

 

…

The Drifter

Stretched out I lie, with thoughts abed,
Time now is still, and I,ahead,
In neither dream nor in wakeful state,
Footsteps I hear,that slowly abate.

A carcass of sounds envelops this space,
Now do I notice the deafening pace,
I veer from my path,control no more,
And at once I drop the burden I bore.

Brief but weighted, comes wisdom, a pause
And now again, my thoughts are at loss,
Drifting like shadows in the veil of the dark,
Numbed, each moment on journeys I embark.

No path do I see, no destination set,
No names, no memories from faces I met,
I walk till my body is aged and sore,
I walk till my eyes can show me no more.

But until then, each day they will grow swifter,
Distant, my own thoughts, beside me - the drifter.

Annointed by fire...

A traveler am I, with miles behind,
I pause,I watch my life rewind...
The swaying silhouettes put me at rest,
As mental tides find a newer crest...

Flashes of lightning liken a glimmer of hope,
As these clouds are drawn by an unseen rope...
A drop here,a drop there- and soon I'm drenched
In this august rain,and my thirst unquenched...

A thirst for knowledge-of the path I must tread,
Of unknown fate,and roads that I dread...
And as I seek refuge from this glistening visitor,
A kiss of droplets land with passionate fervour...

It seems routine now,that rain brings me peace,
And hope as lightning,to many does appease...
I fear not the untrod paths any more,
No trauma,no pain, no bodily sore...

This revered rain cleanses me whole,
Yet sets me on fire--body mind and soul...
A bath in fire, may it never be doused,
For it burns down the thickets where old memories are housed...

A new life,a new birth--from this one I depart,
I arise yet again-- and a new journey to start....

The Last Ride

I stand at the crossroads of paths not taken,
Waiting for signs from a guiding source,
Dunes of sand pile up before me,
As I leave the trodden paths,coarse.

And now I lie,in wait of a path,
That would walk the pain away with me,
And wish that with this passing time,
I would, at last, be set scott free.

Fate,it seems,has other plans for me,
I wait for the signs that HE may send,
And the real irony of it all,
Was that I'd reached the very end.

Flashes of my life rush through as a vision,
As I stare into the endless blank,
Sorrows I've received till my lonely end,
From people I should really thank.

Goodbye old friend,for the end is here,
As a dark chariot waits to ride,
A long path ahead but travel I must,
With only death riding by my side.