Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Crying Alone on the seas


Prologue

I see him there now, alone on the sea,

With tears in his eyes, he seems so unfree.

He doesn’t seem like the person I once knew,

It’s as though life has passed him through.

I approach him now, with a fear in my heart.

I approach him now, with a feeling of guilt on my part.

Lost in his thoughts, he’s looking the other way.

As I reach out for him, I realize I don’t know what to say.

Wiping away his tears, he waits a while,

Sensing my fear, he manages a smile.

With a comforting look, he turns towards the sea,

In a calm and steady voice, he says to me:

Main

On a lonely, grey and dying day,

When the winds have just begun to play,

& the shadows have emerged from the trees;

If you see me crying alone on the seas. .

Don’t look at the reflections from the past,

Don’t try to remember the memories that are dying fast.

Please don’t feel guilty when you face the breeze,

Just because you saw me crying alone on the seas.

Live your life the way you vowed,

Live a life that will make me proud.

Don’t ruin it all just trying to appease,

The guy you saw crying alone on the seas.

The heart does things one can never explain.

Whether it is a solitary grief that cannot contain,

Or an overwhelming bliss that is trying to ease,

One can end up crying alone on the seas.

Some things are still not understood by all.

Things, that forever enthrall,

Things that can make a person go week in the knees,

And possibly make him cry alone on the seas.

It’s the unexplainable joy that came his way,

That even years of despair couldn’t take away,

And it’s the magic in the love that he still sees,

That makes him cry alone on the seas.

Epilogue

Yet another tear starts its descent,

As I see her walk away from me, content.

Soon she will be out of my sight,

And I’ll turn towards the sea, who knows my plight.

An ocean of memories he holds inside,

So many weep beside him, yet he never cried.

He can see my dreams right through my face,

Unlike her though, who never saw a trace.

I can’t let her know, it’ll be too much.

There’s not a lot that can be done about it as such.

And so, closing my eyes, I turn towards the sea,

To return to the dream that could not be.


This is from a friends blog- officially the only love poem I have managed to love.

Anshu- You cant sue me for this!!

Sunday, July 20, 2008

The blues... and so life goes on...

Walking through a meadow of mellows,
the pinks and the whites and the bright yellows,

everyday is a like waking to my best dreams,
birds chirp of happy tunes as the sun smiles and beams,

Heels and skirts, all a beauty to see,
all a show of what is not to be,

What it is that gets me down, is unknown,
what it is that is missing I need to be shown,

In the silence of the desending dark night,
In the shivering cold of the moonlight,

mounted on this window sill,
staring at nothing but the still,

I try again in vain to see the truth , to find my bliss
with every passing momment a whiff of life I miss

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I cannot but wonder if there is a certain schedule that the human mind is designed to follow, if there is a certain biological cycle that mekes the mind function the way it does. It seems like the mind requires a change of emotional status with passage of a certain period of time.And this is not a change that is locally observed, it has significant effects on other functionalaties of the human body, for instance the heart. Or is it that this thing that we assume to be a biological organ of vital importance, is the source of emotions and the mind is but a pitiful puppet ?

In a life that is filled with nothing but the best of one's dreams, why would it be impossible to find bliss? Its a life with "magic beans" and a what a priceless collection at that! Its a life with not a single regret, not a single complaint. Its a life with all the wishes coming true. And yet it seems such an effort to smile, such an effort to feel happy!

After a lot of thought into this, I realise I have always been staring at the truth.
If it were not for the blues and sorrows one would never know how precious bliss is. It would just be something that is taken for granted.

The mind is a funny player. It changes with time and I am glad that it refuses to stay in this state of sorrow for too long a period.
And so the next day dawns bright as it should be. Until the next time the mind decides its time to change, Ill bask in the sunlight.
When it is time to be back in the blues, Ill welcome the change. For I know how priceless it is to me.