Thursday, May 3, 2018

Dear Human, I am Writing to You.

Dear Human,

I have seen you falling apart
I have seen the best in you, the worst and the least too
No matter how difficult, you have always searched the deep inside of me
A deep dark world where the sun sets and never rises again

I know you are hurt,
I have heard you talking about your life
How withered is your fabric of the unseen past?
How shattered is your mind of the unforgiven future?

You have cried to me, laughed with me, yelled at me, though I never complained
Because I know my waves will take all your pain away
Away to a very distant place where silence is worshipped by the chaotic cult
Where fire is non-existent and wet is the world

I have seen you holding hands, walking along my side embracing your loved ones.
I have seen you drown down unto me with your soul
A soul buried forever in depths that can never be measured and found
I know you want your next life to be free from your own agony and distress.

Your sudden palpitations when you are loved and hurt
Your face when you smile and frown simultaneously
Your fingers that stroke my walls of separation with land
I am the sea of your thoughts that try to break the foundation beneath

The sea of salvation, the penultimate gift of freedom that you crave for
The rocks where crab like little hearts lose their identity and wash away with the waves
The salty winds that touch the cheeks of the birds that pray to the lord for their meals on time
And the teary wet eyes that see no more beyond the horizons where the sun sets forever

With a promise to return back again
With a life, less troubled and pained
With a dream, less achieved and a world, less worried.
In the past, present, and future altogether at the same place.

Yours truly,
The Sea.

Pic Courtesy: Prasenjit Sarkar@sarkartimes247
Place: Marine Drive, Mumbai
Date- 2nd May 2018

Source: One Plus 5T


~P.S~


Sunday, April 1, 2018

The Real Language of Rains


A few days back while going through a book, I got hooked on a phrase by Pablo Neruda, a Latin American poet of 20th century. "In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?" He was quoted.

I believe without sufferings, life lacks meaning. It is a journey that has its own turns and haults. You are the driver and the only passenger. You discover yourself to a new destination, spend some time, have some experience, bear the sufferings through a little or a more. You set your own goals, fight back with maturity and shatter the impossibilities. Don't back out if you find yourself alone in your journey. Rains will bring relief to your barren land of dreams and drench the thirst of your tormented soul.Sooner or later, you will emerge victoriously and oh boy! that day will be yours.

Always remember, you are the creator of your own destiny, your own thoughts, and things. 
You are your own best friend and then my friend you will never feel alone. Stay strong and move on.
May the happiness and positivity always be with you.

~Not A Poetry this time, also not a story~

~PS~


Friday, March 16, 2018

...and I flew away

I touched you, your tormented soul was bleeding
I saw you in pain, silent and disturbed, waiting
for someone you knew very well
Etched into my memories, the time took its turn
and flew in minutes, i flew away from you

Tonight,let the promise in me strive
Let a new amorous me shine all along
out in the open for you and everyone,
Let me fly away to a distant world
where only i shall find my solace and be merry about it

Words fail to find the home that once used to be
a heart full of red crimson sky, a sky full of love
drowning the soul in the slumber of moonlight
remembering each and every piece of togetherness,
I flew away like any other day from you and away from you.

You touched me, like the rays of the morning sun
kissing the droplets spread over the rose buds
Now the world feels like a thunder
waiting to strike as cold as could be.
Colder are the days in summer
when i paint the sky with blue,
blue and blue, no more crimson red sky...
...and i flew away.

~P.S~


Monday, December 18, 2017

My Sky full of Dreams

I wonder how the time stopped between us,
Fast enough expunging memories
Obliterating self and soul together.

I remember the day my eyes met yours,
A slow smile came to your face
Like a robin perches on the branches
I got the moment of your grace.

We shared the dreams together,
We walked down the empty lane
We laughed and we cuddled
We did what we thought was better.

I feel like writing about you...
I write about your stories in my sky full of dreams,
A part of which is you and will always be
I thought no one could replace you
For them it will be less easy
For me it's difficult to see the truth whatever be.

They say it's hard but never too late,
I pray to lord for your happiness
I wish all your dreams come true
Just wish for me wherever you are...
Wherever be our memories.

I will be there with you...
Holding your hands and walking beside you,
My loneliness will make me complete.
A window of ethereal love will open someday
Someday i will get to see you from there.
If seen, don't rush, walk slow, fly me a smile.
I promise i will be there for you,
Wherever you are there i will be flying with you.
With you, yet alone...
In my sky full of dreams,
In my sky full of dreams.

~~P.S~~