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Know Why The Caged Bird Sings!

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A lot of Questions!

And I try walking backwards.

Fresh smile at the table,
Dressed for work,
Knots at the right place,
And you feel I slept sound.

And I try walking backwards.

No frown on my lips,
Greetings with a warm face,
Words sweet and tender,
And you feel I held up.

And I try walking backwards.

No tears from my eyes,
Nor twitching of the lashes,
Nor moistness at the corners,
And you feel I have not cried.

And I try walking backwards.

For you have not seen my wet eyes,
Nor faltering lips or spasmodic nights,
Caged am I still! You now know!
Know why the caged bird sings.

Written by Abhishek

September 1, 2011 at 1:36 PM

Let Me Rediscover You!

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Lady Love

Veil not your frozen tears,
Behind the solemn eyes.
Veil not your lush beauty,
Behind the cheap mascara.
Veil not your rosy lips,
Behind the feigned smile.
Veil not your palping breath,
Behind the tutored stance.

Come, as you are, onto me,
For I judge not you.
Shred the mantle, blind
Let me rediscover you.

Written by Abhishek

August 21, 2011 at 2:31 PM

Colours

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Hues

Barren canvas hung on the easel
Craving a touch from the brush
Dipped in rugged tones and lush hues
Tainted by a dab of crimson red.

And a touch the brush awaits
The gentle stroke from the master
The sensuous dip in the bottle of hues
The carnal dance of ecstasy

Wrapped in his own thoughts
Chained to his dreams
The master ignorant
Throttled by racks of time.

And untouched the hues lie
As the master smears the brush
With a dint of black frantically etching
Shadows on the canvas free.

Can you look out of the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?
Can you look back into the blazing lights
Without burning your eyes blind?

Written by Abhishek

August 14, 2011 at 1:25 PM

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The Closing Bell

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The mind gazed at the sky,
Both barren, blue and dry,
Not even a cloud out high,
Or a thought crossing by.

Been through such a time?
Eerily silent as a broken chime,
And the night in her hours prime
Weaving magic with her acts mime.

Just when the prologue was ’bout to end,
And the purity was ’bout to transcend,
A gust of wind had the feathers ruffled,
And, the act was enveloped in noises muffled.

The rough winds hissed in from the north,
And    dragged     strange     fears    forth
Like men concealed in the Trojan horse,
Unlocked the gates for emotions coarse

The soul wedged in the night yelled.
I,  like  a  stunned  soldier,  beheld
The rummage began taking its toll
As despair massacred the timid soul

With  the  epilogue  still  to  play,
And the actress distraught in the fray,
The waning moon escorted her through,
As she hid her face,  her discoloured hue.

*

The war was done.
I know not who won,
Who seized the stage
Emptiness or rage.

Written by Abhishek

July 31, 2010 at 8:41 AM

Feeling the Rain. Still.

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Standing on the edge of the cliff.
As I stared at the far off horizon, I could
Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,
And feel the fleeting winds zip by.

All of a sudden, it started to pour.
Leisurely, and then gained pace,
I stood there, drenched in the rain,
Not willing to go, feeling inane.

The evening gradually rolled in,
Wrapping the earth in its gloomy veil.
I stood there, absorbing the last few rays
Piercing through the long drawn haze.

And I lay down on the ground,
Soaking my soul in the numbing sounds,
I lay there, with my awakened sense of touch.
Never have I enjoyed the shower so much.

Know not when I fell asleep
Know not when the morning broke
I woke up, with the sun staring at my face,
Shining vigorously with all its grace.

As I stood up, my dress dripping wet,
And turned to go back to my place, I could
Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,
And feel the fleeting winds zip by.


– A night dedicated to the rain Gods

Standing on the edge of the cliff.

As I stared at the far off horizon, I could

Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,

And feel the fleeting winds zip by.

All of a sudden, it started to pour.

Leisurely, and then gained pace,

I stood there, drenched in the rain,

Not willing to go, feeling inane.

The evening gradually rolled in,

Wrapping the earth in its gloomy veil.

I stood there, absorbing the last few rays

Piercing through the long drawn haze.

And I lay down on the ground,

Soaking my soul in the numbing sounds,

I lay there, with my awakened sense of touch.

Never have I enjoyed the shower so much.

Know not when I fell asleep

Know not when the day broke

I woke up, with the sun staring at my face,

Shining vigorously with all its grace.

As I stood up, my dress dripping wet,

And turned to go back to my place, I could

Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,

And feel the fleeting winds zip by.

Written by Abhishek

July 25, 2010 at 12:55 PM

Posted in Pictoral, Poem, Spiritual

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A Moment For Them

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Sweating, he toils in the sand,
Digging as hard as he can,
Have we looked at his worn-out hand?
Or, his jaded feet, did we scan?

The sun is up and rough,
But, without a word, he digs on,
What has made him so tough?
Or, what inner strength does he don?

Not much of age, maybe ten,
Sure, he is not digging for gold.
What is he looking for then?
Or, … has he just been sold!

As his master gives him a stare,
He digs on, fearful of a bash,
Is it out of his master’s scare?
Or, because of the day-end cash?

Slowly, the light gets dim,
And as the evening settles down,
He returns to his hut grim,
But happy that he fetched his crown.

As he places the earned pay
in his mother’s hand, he smiled,
For him, a nonchalant end to another day!
For us: “Who cares if he’s still a child!

Written by Abhishek

July 18, 2010 at 11:32 AM

The Silver Lining

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The Silver Lining

Deep dark inside, it seemed
Peeped down – it looked like a deep chasm
As if lost, twisted in some jerky spasm
Not even a ray of light beamed.

The thunderous monsoon played wrath
Contriving clouds dancing to its tunes
Obscurity encompassed the sandy dunes
That lay by the side of the path.

Far far ahead the empty road lay
Not even a speck of life in sight
And the bareness, with itself, in fight
Just then, a voice from behind floated “Hey!”

Looking back, a familiar face smiled
The tears rolling down the sides spoke
“It’s me! Again” was all that the voice could croak
And an invisible kiss on the lips mild.

“Hold my hands, as we have always had
And as rules of freedom love birds abide
Supporting you always from by your side
Bestowing the strength, with courage to add.”

Clutching the hand, moving in sync
Could see the clouds parting its cloak
Mischievous clouds obedient by some magical stroke
Revealed the sunshine to the soul – the missing link.

Clear blue skies heralded by the wand
Showed the track for them to tread
Bathed in the light and nothing left unsaid
The Mighty Gods have reinforced the bond.

– For we are bound to go where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we shall risk our ship ourselves.

Photo Courtesy : Here

Written by Abhishek

June 27, 2010 at 11:39 PM

Posted in Poem, Spiritual

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