Judge Me Not!

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Veiled by the wiles of Life
I wandered alone in the deserts of Time!
Were you seen nowhere then
With a hand to guide me home!

Drowned by tears and pain
I once frowned and furrowed my brows!
Were you around nowhere then
Wiping my tears and healing my woes!

Was I down, trodden to dust
Oblivious like an un-raised Adam!
Were you heard nowhere then
With words to soothe my wailing bosom!

Burdened by burgeoning doubts
Was my soul weary with thirst!
Nowhere was your shoulder then
Nourishing my soul with needed rest!

Having never mended my rended heart
Never guiding me through stumbling blocks
Not knowing the fires that wrought me on
Judge me not, my Perfect Stranger!

Hold your whips, those scathing words
Rest your gavel, raze those gallows
Spare those barbs and sheathe your swords
Judge me not, my Perfect Stranger!

I have slipped and I have stumbled
I have been down, but done, not yet!
I will rise and live my lessons, hence
Judge me not, my Perfect Stranger!

Loneliness!

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Burns within me the fire of Loneliness
Billowing through my battered soul
Burning down my riddled heart
Burying my dreams in heaps of ash!

Fuelled by my flowing tears
Shed unknown to the outside world
Rages within me this fire of Loneliness
Tainting your memories in somber hues!

Parched lips have forgotten the kisses
Palms now clasp only the passing winds
Heart still misses the comforting cuddle
My shirts have also lost your smell!

Springtime evenings’ gentle breeze
Struggled once to sneak between us!
Years have now passed with ease
Since that final, tearful gaze!

Memories of those lovely days
Wilt away like the roses we shared!
Your absence stays taut as thorns
Pricking me every day and night!

From the Debris of Babel

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Built was, yore, a tower in Babel
Pulverized to dust at Your peculiar whims!
Were we a family till that moment
Wrought as different in a fateful second!

Sifting through that debris from Babel
We picked some bricks and built our lives!
Some bricks built our religious reigns
Some cues brought our ethnic strains!
Many fences we built with caste and creed -
Staying ever aware of our varied seed!

Torn as tribes and tattered as clans
We were strewn by Your sanctimonious plans!
Strange does it sound, God, then
To hear Your sermonizing us to be one!

Used-Book Shops

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Dull, dog-eared, some torn pages
Fading papers with blots of coffee
Worn out by use, smelling decaying papyrus -
Walking across the ‘used books’ shops
I sense some sad eyes carve into me!

Laden with the sense of nostalgia
Sighs soaked in yesteryear’s memories
Resigned to their hapless fate
Books lie at the roadside shops
Like the orphans of old-age homes!

Bubbles!

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16th March ‘12

Engendered by ebullient minds
emanating through the tender lips
lovely bubbles float in the wind!

Shimmering in spectrum of colors
shaped as lovely rotund pods
gleefully they live gliding around.

Born of the air, floating in the same
essential lessons of existence
the shiny souls teach us all.

Unburdened by unborn futures
untied down by the bygone pasts,
here and, to now, is all they belong.

Here now and, lo, they are gone
but while they are here
sheer fun and frolic is their life.

Dancing for transitory lifetimes
tiny souls of unsullied appearance
they spread around smiles of joy.

I wish to become a lovely bubble
floating gaily in the flowing breeze
I can fly amongst the playful hands.

Even as I end in a bouncy burst
I wish to seed only love and peace
and leave, seeing smiles abound!

Rain on Me!

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22nd October '11

Somewhen once Love soaked my soul
in emotional ebbs and ebullient tides
crystalline Love flowed wild within me -
now only trickles a corpse-floating Ganges!

Tender walls of this tenuous heart
once painted with vibrant Love
are growing dry, crumbling inside me
cleaved as crevices tainted with darkness!

My estranged Beloved!

Come back now for a cursory while
color my life with your lifting love
raising me from this hellish life!

 

Once was my heart a ripe orchard
blossoming with buds of beautiful Life -
now with the Love’s stream trickling dry
I’m left to glean leftover-fruits of Love!

Someone sometimes shares a little love
shaping up slowly to surpass you -
yet this painfully paranoid heart
makes them wane like distant mirage!

 
My estranged Beloved!
Return to revive my rickety life
raining on me your intense love
drenching with delight my parched Soul!

Empty Cradle!

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Plucking from mind the passing thoughts
I often wove some garlands in words
presenting them all in poetic forms
I basked in the bliss they showered!
That lovely phase is lost these days
indolent mind resembles inert seas
abandoned by whims and words alike
untouched notebook lies like empty cradle
feeding me with pangs of a barren womb!