Season

I knew you were just a season ,
Your fragrance still faintly lingers.
You smelt like fresh spring and felt like dew.
You reminded me of the tiny primroses that along the balcony grew,
Wild yet so tame ,
Obscure yet so sane.
I love how you said my name like it meant so much more than a mere refrain.
You were like the wind , reckless and free
Whereas I was a tree with roots so deep unlike ever you had seen .
Together we would swirl through the meadows,
And rise higher and higher with every gale.
But just like that ,
When the first leaf began to fall ,
When the colour began to fade,
You were gone.
You were just a reminiscent of the old,
Yet another season that had lived its course.
And as I sat there ,
I could only but eagerly wait in anticipation for the next season to unfold.

Blur

I look out the window and what do I see ?
Faces staring, right back at me.
They stare right at me with unblinking eyes,
An intent gaze , a gaze never wavering.
As into each eye I gaze , I see something much more.
Each of them bequests a story never told.
In it drowns all chaos and nonchalance
And beholds a frantic silence.
The intensity of it makes me shudder,
Stand erect in amaze and wonder.
In its own silence it screams a deafening icy scream .
In an urgency to be heard,
It pleads to be accepted , to be loved.
For its existence to be known.
The passion in it pleads for another chance ,
To stop being judged for all its past.
The terror in its gaze is filled with confusion and doubt.
The doubt of ever making it past the prejudices by which it is haunt.
Fear of the unknown ,
Too scared to stand alone.
It tries to hide in among the other lifeless gazes.
And flickers from a brilliant passion into a blurry haze.

Stars on the grass

The sky manifests a deep hue of blue ,

The night is so dark and dreary,

Oh! So bleak ,as dark as ebony .

And as I glance up at the sky,

It’s nothing but bare .

The moon stands all alone,

He pulls his coat on tighter as the wind begins to blow ,

Dark clouds circle all around him and engulf him in a torniquet of darkness .

In the deepest reaches of the night ,

I see there something nestled on the grass,

I fathom it must be a mirage !

I see stars on the grass.

Specks of bright silver strewn all over the dark carpet.

They begin to glimmer ,

Glint and gleam,

Twinkle and shimmer.

And as I lay there between them ,

The night doesn’t seem so dark anymore .

To doubt yourself or not to ?

It is a great big world ,

Every second , every minute ,

The onset of something massive we herald.

A breakthrough is what we yearn for.

In a world full of inventions ,

Continuously striving, never stopping ,

Our goals so far fetched .

To slow down your pace would mean holding back the reins of progress.

In this fast paced life ,

Is there something we have forgotten ?

We see yet do not perceive ,

Strive yet do not achieve,

Climb higher and higher ,yet are far behind.

A change in perspective is all it takes to see the light,

The spark in us that’s dimming and the size of the fight.

If the goal seems too far ,

The action steps must be adjusted .

As the higher we reach , the farer we go ,

The more we seek , the more we know.

When giving up is the only option we fathom,

The road ahead looks bleak,

The future seems torn between doubt and torment,

Frustrations well up and riddle us down.

Then we must try to find silence in the noise,

Tranquillity in the chaos,

Clarity in the blur.

Focus amidst confusion.

The narrowest paths often lead to beautiful destinations,

The bleakest winters come with the hope of a new spring .

Do not doubt the path which you are in,

And never your purpose.

Illusions

Around me all I see are illusions,
It creates so much confusion.
Treachery and deceit seething from every mouth,
Slander and blather rising among the crowds .
These illusions entice and encircle us with sturdy arms .
Wrap us around their tiny finger, beckoning us with their charm.

As incredulous as it can get , you fall for it each time,
You think its true but none holds through
And there you stand again on the brink of insanity ,
Cursing this dissonant humanity.
Illusions lurk around every street and corner ,
If you hide from them will you get any stronger?
Can we ever trust them is what we dearly ask,
I’d dare say finding that out is a perilous task.