The Face

It was in the twilight
That I saw that face
When the glorious Sun
Had removed his crown.

When the birds sang
Their final song of the day
And the whistling of the wind
Chimed in my ears.

It was not an unusual face
Nay, not unusual at all
For it was a pale one with brown eyes
So cold and aloof
And yet its eyes spoke depths
Of the past it had survived
I probed into those deep brown eyes
Searching for the mysteries it held
For the deep dark secrets it treasured.

I saw the pain in those eyes
The pain of being unloved
The pain of being uncared
The sorrow of being betrayed

The quivering lips wanted
To tell me something
Something about its past
And yet it remained silent

The night was fast approaching
The beautiful Queen was up in the sky
And her twinkling Ministers
Adorned the night

Our eyes met for the last time
And for once I thought it smiled
And then the mysterious face vanished
In the darkness of the night

Leaving me alone in
That cold breeze
With so many thoughts unspoken
And so many words unsaid….

CONFESSIONS

The hangman’s noose
Swayed above my neck
At the deaths door I waited
For I had made the confession
Of the brutal sin I committed

On a dark, cloudy, moonless night
I killed my own daughter
With my bare hands
And I saved my darling daughter
From the clutches of this evil world

She was pale in color
With a twinkle in her eye
And she was smiling broadly
Revealing dimples on both sides

Never had I seen such a lovely lass
So very meek and mild
And yet I killed her
In the midst of the forest
In the darkness of the night.

Never did she utter a single word
Never did she utter a cry
And there lay my child
So pure and innocent
On her way to Paradise

Yes! I punished her, my innocent daughter
For she made the mistake of being a girl
She was born in a land
Where girls are weighed
With the tons of dowry they bring.

A land where large vultures
Will swoop down on her
And feast upon her
As if she was some sumptuous meat.

Yes! I confess, I killed my own daughter
For she had no right to live
In this cruel world
Full of crime and sin.

And now my daughter
Awaits me in the other world
And I have to take leave
For she is quite lonely
And I have nobody to grieve.

And so when the King of East
Removed his crown
And the clock struck six,
I journeyed to the land of the dead
For I had made the confession
Of the brutal crime I did.

The Dawn In a Lonely Shore

At the dawn of the day
When the chirping of the birds
Echoed in the air
And the morning dew
Settled lazily on the leaves
I sat on that lonely shore
Waiting, for the King of the East

I listened to the low
Whispers of the waves
Bringing word from the land beneath
I wondered whether I could ever unfurl
The mysteries that lie in that deep blue sea

The foamy waves splashed
Playfully at my feet
The coolness of the water
Spread all over me
The soothing breeze calmed my soul
And the salty smell of the sea
Became fragrance to my nose.

And then I saw,
Faraway at the horizon
A golden glow was spreading
In the sky
With a tinge of red and orange
All over the blue sky.

The King of East had finally risen
From his deep slumber
Emitting his shining rays
And bringing light to this world
Filled with cruelty and hunger
Wiping away the darkness of the night
To a new day filled with hope and blight

Never had I seen
Such a divine sight
So very calm and peaceful
Mysterious are the ways
Of the Great Creator
Who has blessed us
With a nature so nice and wonderful

Again I looked at the morning sun
And in the sky he shone
I returned from the shore being glad
For the king of east had bequeathed his throne.

Miracle

When I had decided to start my very own blog (on my cousin’s suggestion) I had asked him a doubt…as to what will I write in it…he told me to write whatever I felt…being a guy with lots of experience I knew he wouldn’t run out of topics unlike me who is an introvert by nature…but then like he said ‘what the heck’…and yesterday I saw a ‘miracle’…which made me realize that I just need to open my eyes and see the unseen…and so here I am writing about that miracle…that little miracle had two tiny hands, two scrawny feet and two tiny slits which u may call as eyes…and it was wailing loudly…a pink bundle! :) and I just couldn’t name it anything else other than a miracle…to gain life from someone…to live within someone and then finally when the right time arrives, to make a grand entry…is it anything less than a miracle? If you omit those dry scientific explanations, you may sense a supernatural power…that has had a hand in designing a life…beautifully carving and chiseling it, maybe even writing down its destiny…I don’t remember how it was to be a newborn and I haven’t yet had the pleasure of being a parent…but I guess it’s a wonderful experience…some say they are ‘God’s gift’…it could be…and you invest your whole life for it…you love them, you feed them, you groom and guide them…and someday it is going to grow up…and make you proud…proud of your creation…so here’s wishing all those tiny miracles that are sprouting on earth at this moment happiness and good health…may you create many more miracles for after all it’s a miracle for which we all hope for…

Mirage

He wandered along the long path
His feet leaving imprints behind
He knew he was reaching nearer
For he could see the heavenly light

He was all alone in the dark
And yet he was not afraid
For he knew the holy light
Would lead him to the One who was Great

He had left his kith and kin
Away from the land of evil and sin
To embark upon a new journey
On a quest for peacefulness and salvation

He remembered his glorious past,
Of the skin which he had finally shed
Of his thirst for name and fame
Which he believed was the path to glory

But nay! It was merely an illusion
Like the mirage that appears
Before a thirsty man as he
Travels under the scorching sun

It was merely an illusion
That covered him like a thick veil
For even then his mind had not attained peace
When he pursued his dreams and greed

But now he was finally free
From the chains that had bound him
He could see the light far away at the horizon
Beckoning him to follow it
He knew it was not a mirage
For at last his destination had come
Far away from the land of illusion
To the land of illumination

He could feel himself dissolving
In that spell binding light
And he knew that at last
He had attained enlightenment.

Memories

“One sweetest songs are those
That tell of saddest thoughts”....

It was one of those early mornings
When the whole world lay asleep
When the little birds perched upon the tree
Basking in the glory of the King of the East

I looked through my windowsill
And saw the nature stand still
I breathed in its beauty, and
Then I heard a little bird sing.

It brought back those memories
Hidden in a corner of my heart
Of those years that had gone by
Like a whirlwind, my childhood past.

Those days of happiness and joy
The days of innocence and a carefree life
When there was time to smell
The scent of a flower
And you soared to the sky
Like a bird flying high.

When each day was
A new beginning
And you faced the world
Always smiling and beaming.

Those days when you thought
That the sky was the limit
And you had fear not
Anybody or anything

Alas! Those were the bygone days
The essence of life that would never return
Stirring in me a feeling
Of grief and regret.

Those bittersweet memories
That flew away
Saddened me as much
That I could not bear.

Somewhere a bird twittered
And I awoke from my thoughts
The little bird had stopped
Its soulful sweet song.

I sighed and walked
Away from the pane
To face my busy and hectic day
Filled with nostalgia and an unknown pain…

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