I hopped with the stick in hand Driving my herd grazing the land It was time, the sun was setting The green grass turned yellow, unforgetting It was a task, taking them downhill Ain't no human, hence, still I called them out, and whistled and squeaked Alert as they were, followed my lead The sun was setting right in front of me The far off field shone beautifully Crops swayed to and fro Trees casted a long shadow And there, at the foot, I saw a shack Lone in its place, missing track I stood on the hill, wondering of life Shut from the world, can anyone thrive? I started descending like a routined task Gathering my stock, adjusting my cask The pond glistened, an ocean of gold Sun neared the horizon, a story to fold Sky turned yellow, then orange, then red My eyes gazed with a thought in head Nature is pretty, a pure bliss How lovely would the Creator be, if creation is this! 'It's time to leave', my friends voiced I obliged, I knew I have no choice. I will return tomorrow, for I have experience to add Going home today, a rich twelve year old lad.
Whenever I see polaroids of 1971 I breathe Septembers and Octobers of 50 years ago When I had the sun-dried skin of 15 After great battles & wars I counted deaths by fallen autumn leaves And my muddy feet recited stories Of erosions and earthquakes This naked mind of mine Understood the play of broken plates And the unspoken messages on the dining table Me a house of recovering scars Found solace by the countryside river The way the water hugged the underlying rocks Made my soul feel the cries of the dying sunsets For this was the body of a normal teen Who had the adventures of climbing hills And had sung lullabies to her own silhouette Who knew why clouds sobbed When they bid farewell to each other And why the beauty of seedlings Were strong enough to make one's heart soft 'Cause back then in her farmland She painted her feelings in hues of sky And silently drank the folk lyrics Played by the cassettes
Going there downright, Biding cheek by jowl, Far away from a bourgeois terra firma, Inundating into each other's soul, The country side witnessing the context of framing love, The hills, plateaus and valleys all above, Almighty being the leading dove, Cascading blessings and showering love, The windmills, kites and clouds sails, Waving into the atmosphere to depict its assent, The sun, breaking through the clouds, Surging through the smog, Escaping into the fuselage of moana, Birds chirping the appreciation of consent, And moving into the rural side, Galloping into the awful hour, Comprehending each other and our feelings, Slumbering in the arms of each other making memories, Daffodils, chrysanthemums, and adorable daisies, Undulating and planting the feeble idiosyncrasies, Shedding tears of happiness and huff, Under the lilac sky, spectating the never ending love!
Flowers fade/sky sail's and soars/connoisseurs creep cries/silences scream/ Bewitching beauty/saddening sunset/a cream colored cottage/ lusty loneliness/dingy darkness/wavering waves/tall trees twinkling/colours clinking/stars sewn seraphic/wounded wine/ poached peaches/sweet scents. . 16th October 2021 The sky was grey today. It didn't speak like it used to. It slowly turned lavender with a gem sewn into it. Even the trees were silent. The gentle humour grew faintly, with each ascending hour in the book of time, from seconds to minutes to hours. Some oranges and reds sneaked their way into the tiny house on the lonesome hill, splashing it's way through the windows queerly. They didn't seem to have lost their way neither did they find one. In the gentle innocence of a child they hid in my languid eyes and black short hair, turning golden after the rendezvous.
Flowers faded, even in a pool of water with ample sunlight. They weren't meant to live but I forced them to. Though they lost to the desires of time and death, still the sense of saving a life form perceived in my heart; the flowers were abandoned by some stoic lovers as they too, had lost to their own lovers. A lover abandons another lover in a different form. So I picked them up gently yesterday, to retrieve and find traces of some leftover love but it only led me to overwhelming lust and precarious desires.
The little cottage praised by the soaring wind stood firm upon the hill, where I lived with a library of thoughts and emotions, all breathing in the restless words of a forgotten poetess, who still breaths but has lost all her blood in her veins to the ink pot in which she dipped her peacock feathered quill and wrote till the early hours of the day, disturbed by the rising dawn and the falling night.
On such an evening she lied to the cities of youth and recklessness so that they could abandon her and leave her in her chaos; ruins of her former self. She built herself one by one, piece by piece; a Michelangelo perfecting her David, and so well did she make her ruins into the little cottage, fate and destiny resigned from her life forever.
She still lives with me like a haunting spirit, a dream that we all live in, and seldom leaves the cottage draped in sleek cream colored hues, stained with the faltering kisses of her former love, and the faltering kisses of the dusks and dawns in which she rekindled her light every night, only to be distinguished the next morning.
The waves of the sea will still clammer, the sun will still rise, the flowers will still bloom, even if she and me go out of everyone's sight.
/The stars shine/the moon sings lullabies/the seas sing ballads for the nights/ you and me still fight to survive./
FAVOURITES- YOURS AND MINE Listening to my favourite tunes I always thought Would I ever have a person in my life Who I could listen to these songs together with.
Now that I have you I want to make a playlist with both of our favourites I want to listen to these songs When we sit down to watch the sunset When we lie down under the clear sky Counting the stars whole night When we sneak out to chase the rising sun's rays Among the yellow mustard fields in foggy winter mornings When I start an impromptu dance In the kitchen while cooking And you can't help laughing at my goofiness When we fall asleep holding each other