#30. To an Enigma

The last day of April and NaPoWriMo! It was been a beautiful journey as ever with 30 poems in 30 days. It is only right for my last poem towards NaPoWriMo be dedicated to the man who inspires me through his words. For my unseen teacher- Rabindranath Tagore



“those prose translations from Rabindranath Tagore have stirred my blood as nothing as for years” – W.B. Yeats

I see you looking at me

through the grey canvas

a smile on your lips

 lingering in a stillness,

caught years ago yet not

having lost its magic.

It is your gaze that leaves me dazed

the glow in them

sated with untold stories

the power of your words

reflecting in the glassy coat of your eyes.

Your jottings bring tears

born not from sorrow

but rather the feeling of life

that flows endlessly in your ink.

My teacher, my guide

my heart is besieged

daunted by your charm

through words penned by your hand.

If only I could reach you

through worlds that keep you far

to feel your presence in my cells

then knowing for sure you were true

that I love a enigma who was real.

#29. Without my mind wanting not

I write pages of words said,

each telling a story done and
looking around I see the world once gone.

I can walk miles thinking of good times,

 I can live forever in things of sometime.
I hold on to what was already held.

I can feel the pain and happiness already felt.

Reality reversed I'm stranded in past,

 seeking refuge from the sharpness of now.

Stuck in the fourth dimension

with no map to guide back;

putting me in a place whose name

 I need to find fast

but I know no help can help

with my mind wanting not.

#28. Your Music.

Each note better than the other

The song flowed incessantly

Giving me no time to catch my breath

My emotions caught in a swirl.

Your eyes were closed

Lost in a reverie,

Your skilled fingers moving commandingly

Over the ivory keys

Leaving behind a trail of spell.

If anything could leave me breathless

It was your music

Woven from the depth of your soul

Each strand circling mine

Cloaking me in a dream

only magicians are capable of.

If only your voice lingered forever

No time will go without feeling alive

Existence made real everyday

Your notes becoming elixir of life.

#27. Juliet

Night and day I try

to see ,

to find,

the sense of life.

In a big bang it all

came to me

when I met those eyes.

Let me been the light

at the end of your cave,

let me be the fireflies

on your every night.

Destiny wrote a different

script, where two can

never be one.

Now I wish I wasn’t Romeo

to not be a fighter at all.

Maybe then I would have

penned

a fairytale with no magic

yet making it seem miracles too

took part.

Juliet of my stories

letters to you I write-

No mountains crossed

no rivers bridged

will take me to your land,

Juliet that you are

our life cannot be together this time.

Let me been the light

at the end of your cave,

let me be the fireflies

on your every night…

Where ever you are.

#26. Life Art

The brush sweeps the canvas

Leaving behind a trail of yellow

The color of first breath of life.

Green takes over, sketching

delicate lines, conveying

that every new life

starts with innocence

 fresh as the hue.

Even the oil in the paint

perfumes the art

everything to a newly start.

There are no rainbows

no glitter

thus forming a base

 for something bigger.

There are splashes of black

just so to not make

it too bright,

 everything is balanced

In this mosaic of colors.

He isn’t an artist

but he paints what is right,

right for you,

right for the world,

right for him.

Every few minute life changes,

the brush and painter are back

with new shades, tone and details.

the painting of life is a master piece

only when it’s always changed

 to resemble you and what you are.

#25. Knight in shining armor.

‘Nobody’, you said

‘nobody will hurt you

when I am here’

I watched you stand your ground

at the entrance of

our castle of pillows, armed

with a stolen stick

from the garden floor.

My knight in shining armor

ready  to fight monsters

 or just mothers who wanted to

end our fantasy game.

Soon we dozed together

under the canopy of blankets

lost in our childhood

and the innocence of it all.

Today I see you stand

at my wedding, my best man

with the same grin I knew

the one you always had.

We had then run on empty streets

chasing  unseen giants,

Then we had run together

After time itself.

Now I see you

handsome, tall and smart

always my knight in shining armor

my best friend otherwise.

#24. Whispers of night

Sounding like

 a silent sing-along

the music swelled far

reaching ears the

stood still,

 not scarred

by  city voice.

Whisper of night

tune forlorn

yet song enough

to cradle souls

carrying them

to tranquility.

Hush hush …

all is right..

on this night

inside you

find the light…

The words

meditate

 casting a stupor

So slowly..

 so lightly….

 whispers of night.