Whispering melodies

This ought to be easy,
This ought to be simple.
I have written so much,
Varied and diversified.
Such topics I felt,
So many people I touched.
Thus I know well,
This topic is nothing but simple.
Yet..
Yet somehow I am not able to manage.
Not able to write on this topic.
What should I write about?
The history is vast, the future wide.
My feelings I know,
My eyes are bright.
I feel alive, too alive I may add.
Its a burden too huge.
But I shall be the Hercules.
I shall do the needful.
‘The Poem’ shall be written.
The ultimate poem shall be written.

Every day I saw her in the mall.

Having worked there six months,

I sure know her well.

Her boyfriend picks her everyday.

And they have a place called home.

She has the perfect life, obtaining everyone’s jealousy.

No wonder I have when I see,

A twinkle in her eyes.

A redness on her lips, blushing of the cheeks.

No wonder I have when I see,

A love bite she hides.

Every day for six months,

I wanted a share,

In her happiness.

Every day for six months,

I needed her secret for happiness.

I asked her, Oh! I asked her many times.

But no reply I got, none but a smile.

Once as usual, mesmerized by the love bite.

I was looking at her slender neck.

The tiny little blue bruise let me to a slash.

Which was passing through the collar bone,

And visible at the back.

My shock I could not hide,

From the pretty young damsel.

She asked me with a quizzical look.

Nothing from me but a finger at the mark.

She smiled, and said to me.

“You asked me my secret.

But you found it yourself.”

With that she went past,

Leaving me alone, aghast.

A twig I saw, in the woods that I trotted..

Never had I seen such a sorry site..

Trodden over by hooves, paws, wheels and claws.

What not had the poor twig suffered.

Trampled carelessly; noticed rarely.

The twig was nothing but a twig after all.

Puny, some may call it, meek for others.

I could not help but wonder.

Why did the twig bear it all?

Why did God made it so small?

No answer I know I shall get.

As the truth is, there is no answer to it.

But among the huge trees that the meadow held.

Among the fragrances in the air that I smelt.

Around the peace of sound with which my heart felt.

I could not keep my eyes of the twig.

A rabbit hopped on to it and went away.

Mercilessness of nature showing its blunt way.

My heart wept and the tongue tied.

I pitied the twig with all my might.

Then the twig stood and stood erect.

Looked at me, smiled and shrugged the pity.

I stood there amazed and dazed.

Nature was not cruel after all.

Twig was small as hell.

Twig was fibred to strength.

And it stood there as it for long.

Staring at me telling me to go along.

Life takes its care itself.

It is me who need the path.

It is me who need the strength.

It is me who needs to be the twig.

I shall seek the darkness..
Light around me shrieks.
Its too much, I shudder..
Darkness has its own peace.

Seeing everywhere since the dawn of time..

A minute; a tiny little flaw,

That has taken the world by storm..

I ask for this to end,

Not for other’s, just me.

Its a humble request..

And a mighty quest.

Let me be sane.. again.

Let me be sane.. again.

Everyone has a trivial problem..

Someone is living on the edge..

Someone is scared of the edge..

A child is going gaga over a toy..

A man is killing insanely.. OH! Boy.

I want to separate myself from this.

I want to be normal and different.

Let me be sane.. again.

Let me be sane.. again.

Make this wish come true..

Make me saner than others.

I know living with sanity is tough..

I know I have mettle enough..

I do not care you are God or Devil..

I do not care you are Good or Bad..

If you can, just do it.

Let me be sane.. again.

Let me be sane.. again.

Here I am.

Before you, as before.

Love me again as you have loved me.

Please oh! please touch me again.

We are no more,

The moon and the stars.

The sun and the fire.

No more does my heart says ‘I love you’.

But once again I need you.

But once again I want you.

Please oh! please touch me again.

This is lust you may say.

May be my fruitless attempt,

To have you back.

No, its not I tell you.

I need you not with me.

We are through and gone.

You were my boyfriend once someday.

But the day is gone, the moment over.

You are my past and no more I say.

Nothing should give anything away.

Touch me again though,

And

Then forget my stay.

Again here I am.

Before the lonely shores.

Why? OH! Why?

This fate of mine,

So sealed.

Found the world gaping.

Found the world applauding.

But this is not enough,

Something is missing.

I am missing.

The water frothing,

touches my feet.

Giving the sensations,

Longed.

Wishes, left unfulfilled.

Desires, my heart and body wants.

Should I follow the id.

Follow ‘em.

Or,

Should fear be given a chance.

Balance will be broken,

I know, now for sure.

But in the muddy water I see.

Me, but lost.

Within my own mind.

Within my own dilemma.

Within, my own sea.