Pashmina

Pashmina

As I turned fourteen that year
My grandma gifted me
some soft gold A pashmina
All gold and silver just like
Heavens above emnating peace

As nights grew darker
I would crawl inside it
And its warmth rendered
Calmness to the rattled soul

I wondered of hands that
had woven love
And the music it had encased
Soft faint cooing of dove

Endless nights I had slept
Wrapped into it and
Dreamt of snow gently
Kissing those leaves of chinar
 
But,
Just today when I tried to
cuddle inside it
I felt numbness sweeping
Over my soul….
I saw stains of blood
I heard screams

My dreams are not of
Snow kissing chinars
But I see heaven burning
And I know my pashmina
Is’nt what it was before

ICARUS

ICARUS

Today he is strong and mighty 
Flying towards the sun
But, I know his fate
He is Icarus and
His destiny is to fall

Strangee as it may sound
But the man who know not
What fear is…Will fear the moon

The cruel time will slap
His beautiful face
Leaving those unwanted scar’s
and a unloved wrecked heart ..

With no one by his side
For love he will carve
But he is Icarus
and his destiny is to fall 

You killed him Darling…..

You killed him Darling…..

I guard your darkest secrets
Like a legion on a war
And war it is for me,
 I am fighting myself for you.

The man you killed
was someone I knew
Long ago….but I
know nothing of him now

You know not what your
Treacherous eyes have done
To the pen which wrote love
Is now spilling venom……

You know not villainous lips did
Turned a heart that smiled
Into a stone so vile ……

But you walk free
Aftet this heinious crime
And I have lost something
Someone a part of mine…….

Wings On fire

Wings On fire

Cutting across the strongest winds,
Flying through the darkest clouds,
I may forth in the roughest sea,
Just not today,I am a bird
with broken wings …….

The fire that fear kindled
Has made me stronger day by day
I can shout to my deepest fears today,That just not today
I am a bird with broken winds…………

My wings are on fire

The BOY

The BOY

The inexpressible sadness
stuck with him like a leech,
The unfortunate boy finds
no dreams within his reach.

Ah! Those little sacrifices..
he makes, deep down in his 
heart he knew it pains.

But the boy was brave
washed it all down in waves
and pasted a smile on his face

He has some dreams
And he knows that times change
All he waits for that tide to come
Well rest will be history
of fortune and fame………….

THE JOURNEY OF A PAINTING

THE JOURNEY OF A PAINTING

‚ÄčThese verses traces the journey of a painting and different emotions it incites in different people .                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

The artist
For colours he begged
Finding none left in him
at last painted his pain
from the tears


Poet

For yet unknown to painter
The poet thought
“What he beheld None else
would behold
For he had painted a mirror”


Old man-

Bitter sweet memories of the past
The mirror showed the man
And foraged the smile
Long gone with his beloved


The girl-

The endless sky was the
mirror To the girl
who wanted To hold that
brush Snatched years before ….

P.S The image used is a famous painting by Edvard munch popularly known as the vampire.