Abyssal

The abyss did not just stare back at me

It seemed to echo my inner symphony

And I

Mesmerised by the melody

Stepped into the chasm

And let it subsume me

Till there was nothing but complete harmony

Lucifer

Do you dream of angels?

No, not the one in heaven above

Rather

The one who fell

Incurring the wrath of the almighty

The one who stole light from the Gods

To give to men

The one who rules the Netherworld

With an iron fist

Running a kingdom

Of tortured souls

Forsaken and forbidden

Never forgiven

Burning in fire

For an impious desire

Having faced God’s ire

On judgment day

Yes, sometimes, I dream of an angel in hell

And wonder

What stories would he have to tell

Micro Poetry #36

I’d pour you an entire ocean today

If you were but thirsty for poetry

Alas! You’d only let it spill

Till the last drop bleeds out of me

Micro Poetry #35

And rainbows burst out in the sky

As if dancing in rejoice

The moment she stopped to cry

And finally made her choice

Worth Several Cities

What keeps me going

Are

kind smiles and kinder souls

Pure hearts

Brave and bold

Feisty spirit

For doing what’s right

Strong thoughts

Rooted in actions

Isn’t this all

Worth fighting for?

May I say even

Worth living for?

This piece pays homage to all the front line fighters and unsung every day heroes who are doing unseen acts of kindness and thoughtfulness to lend a helping hand to others less fortunate or able. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? How people can be so nice and caring towards virtual strangers? Gives me hope. Nay, gives me a whole lot more than hope!

The title pays homage to the Chinese idiom meaning priceless. All fellow Elementary followers would know 😉

In these dire and gloomy times, what keeps you lot going? I’d love to know?

This Thing Called Life

It’s a little confusing and a whole lot scary

This thing that we call life

There’s no magic wand swished by a fairy

To end my internal strife

I am young and yet weary

Excited yet wary

Confounded, clueless and naive

Isn’t it altogether really eerie

And at times mindnumbingly dreary

This thing that we call life?

One for Sorrow, Two for Joy

One for sorrow

Two for joy

Not just a nursery rhyme

To pass time by

Counting magpies or men

Believing in the potency of an omen

One who’s alone may not always be lonely

And two’s company

Need not forever spark joy

So be careful of what to believe

And be wary of who you bereave

Because

One for sorrow

Two for joy

Is more than just a nursery rhyme

To pass time by

Measurement

That’s the thing about eternity

It’s either too long for the one who’s leaving

Or too short for the one still in love

It’s never the right amount of time

For a thing to last just long enough

Now let me tell you about infinity

Measured in terms of sorrow

The Heart It Sings

I found myself at a loss for words once

Shocking, I know, but true

And while I was still reeling from it

Wondering quite what to do

I heard a slight humming

And a somewhat gentle strumming

And lo and behold!

My heart

Yes, my heart had started singing

And I realised I wasn’t lost at all

Rather, I’d just found myself in you

Unaware that you’d beckoned

Answering to a more primordial level of call

Why A Poet #14

Poetry comes in many forms

Some will make you lose all track of time

Some are filled with melody and rhyme

And yet others may be devoured by lovers over a shared glass of wine

But poetry, conveyed in any way

Either spoken or written in ink

Will always make you think

But most of all

And more important still

It is bound to make you feel