Wednesday, January 19, 2011

THAT SMOKE WITHOUT FIRE

That passion.
that love,
that desire,
Lost in the smoke,
that smoke without fire

Your eyes
my tears
Our togetherness,
above all my fears,
All lost in the smoke,
that smoke without fire

your care,
my pain,
your blood
and my scarf in stain
All washed in the smoke,
that smoke without fire

that you
that me
that intensity
like depths in a sea
all evaporated in the smoke,
that smoke without fire

I wish,
there actually was a fire
that my soul could hire
so that I could go in peace
without this regret which is,
that what snatched it all,
was just that smoke,
that smoke without fire


Monday, January 10, 2011

WE DELICATE PROUD BUBBLES

Those delicate little bubbles

acting so strong

fearless about their existance,

planning for long



Some gushng in full speed

some riding slow

some larger in size, and some,

yet need to grow



Some dipped in elegance

reflecting the rainbow

Some are so insignificant,

that they have nothing to show



But they all are proud

They all exist

even if a few get along

separations persist



a thin shield of water,

only thing to separate

Each one is same

but different in shape



From somewhere comes the wind

with a peck of dust

It hits one of those elegant ones

and compells it to burst



Alas! where has the elagance gone

what with the pride?

shape is no more

all washed in a tide



So what with the bubble?

is it dead?

Or did it just change its form

and its route to tread?



Ofcourse the existance is gone

but just of that form

the air which was trapped

is now a free storm!



The thin water shield

now lays in the mud

relaxing in formlessness

or, may be feeding a bud!



But the bubble is right there

its not gone

so what if not as a bubble?

so what in a different form?



and some day it may happen,

we never know

that same pinch of water

through a pipe shall blow



and the same bit of air

may catch it and roll

and in same shape that bubble

will again play its role!



In the world full of mortals

like bubbles we flow,

what actually is the truth,

we never know!