Affiance, Mislaid

Promises, avowals.

You swore, didn’t you? To stay,

Through thick and thin, for better or for worse,

As goes the adage. As have been the sweet nothings since time immemorial.

I knew better, and I have, for some time now.

For words have failed to be the salve to my wounds

And I wanted more,

More than your saccharine placations,

More than the mirage of a shining future,

More than the home we built for ourselves in our dreams.

I wanted…realities. Small, steady, live realities

That I could envelop myself in,

That I could replace my armour with,

That I could finally call home.

But here we are instead,

On opposite ends of a bridge burnt to its very skeleton,

And I could not care less if it were to turn to ashes,

And drift away in the whistling winds, just as your words did.

So I raise the flame to its denouement

And bury the albatross for good.

Desolation

It is the dead of the night, as always, always,

For there is no other time that I can seek

To carefully unwrap my guarded soul.

The wind whistles, as if in complete understanding

Of the quiet tempest which shall yet unfold.

I demand no answers, you see.

No shrieks of ‘why me’ to escape this being,

But tears have a mind of their own.

I breathe through choking sobs,

Staring ahead painfully,

As if hoping the vista would gaze back

And save me the bother

Of putting into words those long-buried remnants

Of hope, love...salvation.

Am I dying already?

Or can I still walk on ahead

One step at a time,

Brushing away stray wishes and indulgent dreams,

Towards the inevitable...whatever that might be,

While caring little for those flimsy little things

That we call relationships?

The metaphorical bridges stand burnt,

And I wish I knew how to swim.

But one must learn, mustn’t one?

Pursuance, Disarrayed

Within my realm

I run, for ever and ever

Chasing mirages,

Seeking illusions,

Savouring little pleasures

Of vivid imagery…mere thoughts

Perhaps more enthralling

Than reality could ever be.

And yet I look out to the world

Behind a veil, wrapped in sanctity

Of visions and dreams –

A perceived conscience

Guarding the fragile, gullible being

Enclosed within

I look for a tear

In this mythical fabric,

Fearing the brilliance that awaits

To dispel this darkness…

Numbing, comforting, dampening

The spark I strive to alight,

Endeavouring to carve my way.

And I’m caught between the two worlds

Forever running, forever seeking.

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I didn't know I was still capable of writing poetry, although this is not my best attempt. Oh well, but I had to do something to get the creative juices to flow again. *sighs*

Threads Of Fate

What is it that I share with you?

 What is it that binds us together?

 In a relation, ever so uncertain, ever so tentative?

 It’s more than love I feel; it’s more than affection I feel,

 Your pure and gentle self, hidden behind a veil is what pulls me,

 To reach that unimaginable zenith, of something that is beyond

 The realms of this constricting world, the mortal chains of time.

 With you I fly, to that place, ever so desired,

 At this point, nothing matters to me

 Than the fact that I’m with you,

 Relations wither like flowers with time,

 But this moment is infinite, is eternal,

 We are together; nothing can change it

This moment of absolute love, that remains

 Engraved in our hearts, for as long as we live…

Essence

You were always there, standing

Not by my side, but behind

Lurking in shadows, lest

You come in my way.

Even though I was never fulfilled,

Going further and further, in vain

Seeking to be completed.

Yet did you not ever think

Of making me realize

That what I sought was so ephemeral,

Fading at the slightest touch.

How foolish I am, despite

Crawling back to your embrace every night;

You were my own to call, my very refuge,

Always reminding me of the knowledge

Not yet turned to wisdom: I am nothing

And will return to nothingness.

Till the journey ends, you shall remain.

For even if I may call the shots

As the illusion fades, I will be

Just another creation, another lifetime.

Let Go

Why must I follow your call?

Who are you, to dictate my fall?

A life so unique, I’ve tried to lead.

Why must you stamp and knead

It into a commonplace existence?

I’m no escapist; I seek the verve

Of a separate reality, free of bonds

Which hold you in place, day and night.

Insanity you plead, I laugh instead,

Oh to live in confines like you is lunacy indeed!

Do not chain me; you shall harm yourself.

There is no greater crime

Than to domineer a liberated spirit.

I hear the cry of skies, beckoning me.

Let me fly, away from your constraints

And restrictions, I was, I am and I will

Never be your slave...

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I'm the most forgetful, ungrateful creature you'll ever come across. *sighs*


How could I forget to acknowledge the person who gave me my first ever blog award?

Juhi, aka Philo who has been so kind enough to do the honours, to you, I can only say one thing: Thank you!

No, actually there are other things too...I hope you realise that it is because of you that I'm even here in the first place. You equally inspire me to write and may we always be able to relate to each other through this common bond. Thank you so much. :D

Sacrilege

Cast aside your misgivings,

Your minion I’m surely not.

Neither am I unworthy

Of the pedestal you so gallantly adore.

Cast away, cast away

Your aspersions; they shall burn

In the blaze of my resolve.

I’m not scorned, neither do I seek vengeance

I only seek to silence

The scheming voice in your mind,

That blinds you to my makings.

Henceforth I break your bonds.

Do I see you tremble?

Behind the façade of bravado,

Hear, hear, your diffidence shows!

Do not make me reiterate

My avowal to turn my fate around.

I dare you, I shall not be buried.

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More thorns than petals much, eh? Oh dear. 

Love Enchained

Wound my heart, sear my soul,

Did I not claim I was yours to take?

Like a lovely rose drawing blood

With its piercing thorns,

Your embrace stings me to the core,

And yet…I remain where I am.

Your insidious lust binds me

I sing of chaste love, blithely

Ignorant of those bonds

That ravage me of my strength

Only to be immersed

In the inferno of your self.

Flames tinged with the dying blush

Of fading memories, speaking of days

Humane and generous in their wake,

Your reflection is distorted,

Your spirit is singed.

In your pursuit of dominance,

Making me a willing slave

Would my demise sate your thirst?

Nothing more would please

My twisted yearning for vengeance

Than to see you lost

In self-immolation

Oh, would I not forsake my fragile existence!

To see you soaked in my life-blood,

So near and yet so far…

Your endeavour could never make me yours.

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No, I didn't think I could write something like this. Call it expiation, call it catharsis, I don't know how to define it. 

That said, I shall only reappear when the rains are kind enough to nurture the sapling of creativity to the fullest. :)

Nemesis

Words aren’t needed, yet

Who said you would escape quietly?

Under a guise of adoration,

You cast your spell.

Did you take me to be so weak,

So as to simply buckle

Beneath your intimidation?

Your rivalry would have been an honour,

But I’m content to smile back.

You don’t realise, do you?

The favour you did me.

Your resilience burns through

A pervasive aura of merciless strength.

It is nothing but one of your tactics

Leaving me defensive.

I envisage you standing over my shoulder,

Smirking in delight,

For each step I take, each word I speak…

Someday, I will be where you are.

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I'm still not happy with my writing. *sighs* 

Other than that, I realise that words have power. I must be careful with my author's notes in future. 

I Call Your Name...

In the looming silence,

A word resounds –

It is but your name,

Which I speak, as if,

Uttering an incantation.

I close my eyes

And I see your name

Etched deeply, never to be effaced.

It surfaces as if a rock,

Against which I lean

Seeking strength amidst a stream

Of turbulent emotions and thoughts.

Do you hear me calling?

Does my voice ring in your ears,

My thoughts rattle your mind,

My memory haunt your dreams?

Or am I merely a presence,

Banished to a corner,

Not to be seen, heard, felt and touched?

I wonder, oh, I wonder,

Whether it is your name

That has bound me to your spell

In a bond that is irrevocable,

Even if I could turn back the time?

Flight Of Dreams

How I wish I could fly...

Fragile wings swept away by winds,

Clouds hinder my vision,

The sky beyond is unreachable,

Nestling among trees I seek my shelter,

Against the storms and rains...

I’m not the only one, yet I feel secluded.

The journey ahead is to be made alone,

If only I could ask, if ever allowed

Affection in abundance...tender and soft,

Faith in plenty, will to thrive,

So I may stride ahead, soaring through life,

Only to return to the place where I was;

But with a difference; I see myself in the mirror,

As someone recognizable; I’m my own friend.

That is all I strive for, the vision beheld

Now rises in full glory; only to be a reality

The fragrance of hopes sways me away,

As I walk on, ahead and ahead to see...

Dreams being fulfilled.