Welcoming Winter

Little wild flowers,
Blooming into graceful gifts of Nature.
Cool winds blowing across the expanse,
Whistling, as they come to greet me through my window.

The flowers swaying in merriment,
Welcoming the new season.
Sometimes hiding into the big leaves of the wild plant,
As the winds gather strength.

Its a beautiful sight in this black expanse
Of this cool night of the new winter trance ....

While looking outside the window pane …

This dumb brain,
Moves in circles,
Strong centrifugal force in vain!
Sends so much energy down the drain!
From wasting thoughts it must refrain!
After all what’s the gain?

Tell me,
Any point having feet in many trains?
Thinking too much is the bane.
Like playing around with a lion's mane...
You know you are gonna get slain,
But you still do it,
As if it were a daring game!

Huh! I say! It's brain drain!...
...makes the brightness wane
From your face again,
While your brows make the 'furrow' lane,
And no longer can the stress contain!

Centillion thoughts churn and turn,
 Like little children in utter pain.
The pain's never in sight plain,
But it kills slowly, though Gandhiism (:-o) it would feign!

Utter nonsense clogs the brain,
And proliferates! (:-/), as if it was never alien!
Really!! If over-thinking had a smell,
It would fill you with disdain!
...
Ohh godd noo!! Now look how the thoughts have reached a new plane!
Disgusting! Uhh! Totally un-tamed!
As if waiting to actually make me FEEL the disdain!
Uaackk! "go away right from where you came!
And never crowd my brain again!
For no one needs you and you are just a pain!"

Enough time wasted on extra thoughts yet again…
Well, guess i'll get back to looking outside the rainy window pane ...!

;)

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An attempt based on the pattern of an earlier composition "Do I Love, or is it Lusty Amor?". Do check that one out too. :P

Thinking Aloud ...

Life isn’t confusing 

It just manifests 

Our insecurities and our dreams at the same time… 

From time to time 

It weaves together our experiences 

And shows new shadows and highlights 

On the person in the mirror…. 

Life isn't an exam

It is just a road

Which never comes with a map
Sometimes we consciously choose paths

Yet sometimes it just passes us by

And sometimes it reminds us to stop and look

At the nuances that play
and weave in an out of our lives

There is meaning in everything about our lives

We only need to decode and see

How we grew with Every step

Every dilemma

Every decision

Every experience...

'cause we'll keep growing

And 

While life will seem to agitate us! haunt us!

Even blindfold and irritate us!

The beacons on new paths will shine

Glowing against the contours of our face

That's when we need to look through the confusion

 & Catch the glimmer

& Decide to move towards one

For we constantly need to choose our paths

and keep moving on

And keep growing...

First Time -- Forever

Flying Butterflies in the stomach,
Feeling weightless,
Heart beating faster than usual,
Hands clammy and body ... tense...


The nervousness of the 'first time',
Anticipation of The first meeting,
The first touch,
The first look,
Moments full of awkwardness,
Punctuated with barely hidden smiles...

....Mind racing through myriad possibilities,
Of how the evening would turn out...


...Heartbeats never slowing...

---

Our 'first time' unfolded,
Into something worth a lifetime,
But what is more beautiful,
Is that Everytime

Still feels like our first time.


Today we're meeting again,
and i can't help smiling,
At the mere thought of him,
And at the same time,
I find myself taking deep breaths,
To calm my racing heart....,


It's overwhelming sometimes,
When i see his face,
And wonder at how he still makes me feel the same.
Today i'm gonna see him again,
And though i just saw him two days back,
I know today will again be special in itself....

'Something' to write

I cannot write

It has been months,
and i have not written.
Poem, prose, or essay,
Nothing seems to set in.


It feels like i have lost it,
Lost the rhythms that used to just ... flow.
No matter how much i want to,
The words just don't flow...
But there are these ... moments,
When the poet in me rises,
Stirred from its sleep,
By Inspiration in different guises.
But then something overpowers
The urge to write,
As if overdosing it,
With Laxative of full might!


So here i am,
Finally facing YOU upfront, 'Something' !
And here is my open challenge ...
I WILL write on themes galore,
Even if it takes me Lot more time than before!


Lemme see how much you can hold me back,
How long you can stem the flow of my thoughts ...


Let me now see you face to face,
And savor my WIN over you,
'Cause i know i WILL win,
And i know Inspiration never dies ...