Glimpse of Heaven

The angular metal sheet, mars my view.
Not my delight.
As I gaze, in a daze,
The vision, the awesome sight.

‘Heaven above’ conjured up eons ago;
This is it; this truly is.
If so,
Where are the Gods?
The St.Peter’s Gate, or
Our own Tridevs?

White, soft, fluffy, clumps…
When touched though, retorts
with quite a few bumps!

Some seated, all sedate,
As if, for posterity.
While, the wispy ones,
Seemed all in a hurry.

Some not as curvaceous,
As streaks, or waves,
Lapping the shores,
But in silent ways.

And thus I descend,
On to earth.
Having been, to heaven
And back.

It’s there, for me to soar,
In my dreams;
When I would need,
Some quiet and peace.

The cracked sods
Watch the clouds drift by;
Thirsts for the drench,
And then it pours.

Are they the passing clouds,
Shifting clouds,
Transient clouds,
Grey clouds.

When it falls pitter-patter,
The earth heaves
And trembles.
Bursts and blooms,
Blushes and glows.

The summer shower
Paints the scape
In iridescent hues.
But comes with
The blues.

Veil

The glazed eyes
Startle.
What, oh what doth
lies beyond
Those kohl lined,
Shaded lids?

Searing pain,
Of quelled dreams;
A misty desire,
for untread realms;
A search futile
for the lost soul;

As the trails sweep
the marbled floors,
she seems to carry along;
An air laden with,
frozen senses, greyed horizon,
doused fire, a stilled heart.

Maybe
Shes happy,
the reigning queen
in her castle.
Maybe not.

Maybe one is.
And the other
Not.

For
They don’t always come
in shades of black,
Or in visible forms,
The veil.

S I G H !

Sigh! Do miss these matches!! what would i not give to be there, in the midst of all the fun, revelry, excitement, the drama, the roller coaster ride of emotions. Can almost sense the magic, almost feel the palpitations, almost hear the roaring crowd...sigh...almost! When you guys seemed to be dolled out an excessive overdose day in and day out....all am left is an empty platter, echoing with memories.

Cricket has always been a wonderful leveller for me. Works/worked every time. Everything else is wiped aside, preferably pushed under the carpet. And then on it reigns supreme. Everything else becomes a distant hazy apparition, to be countered later. As the saying goes, Happiness is having something to do...settling yourself to be engulfed by the match, something to love....the very sight of the coin doing its flip in the air, and thereon what follows, something to hope for....the upcoming series!!

The sweet sound of the willow, the sweet sight of the run-up, the heart-wrenching finish, the glorious sweep, the awesome line, the breath-taking catch, the terrific stop, the cheeky run, the pathetic drop, the horrendous throw, the victory dance, the silent glare, the pumping fist, the cheering crowd, the blinding lights, the fiesty ball, the cracking shot.....sigh! sigh! sigh!

At times

At times
It leaps out from its slumber
Snarls at my face,
Seems to smile, even as it’s
Vicious fangs seem to sting.
Chilling eyes boring into my very soul;
And then it slithers back, stays coiled,
Until
It strikes again.

At times
Sidles in,
Through the crevices;
Feel it, as I would -
A breeze playing with my curls
An exquisite fragrance playing with my senses
Mesmerising music playing with the strings of my heart.
Quixotic it’s made me.

At times
Wakes up, with me,
Breathes with me,
Moves with me.
Clings to me.
Naah..not today, won’t leave my side;
So close, so near,so dear;
Stays with me;
And as my lids droop, bids me farewell.


What is, that
Haunts me, taunts me?
Besieges me, beseeches me?
Girdles me, cradles me?
What is, that
Makes my days sweeter,
My spirits lighter?

Have the answer.
‘Illusion’.
That, which does not exist,
Except that
It does.
Deep within,
Safe and sound.
Will hold on.
Will stay on.

puzzling

Somewhere, somehow, find myself
Ambling, plodding, trudging;
Have I lost my way?
Have I lost something else?
Left with pieces,
Pieces of the puzzle,
Muted, jagged reminders,
Lying asunder,
Inert and wanton.