QUILL QUEST

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Remembering an Old Friend

How easily I got busy

to forget small things that were dear to me

when the mind & heart were innocent!!!

I slipped my hands off

from those who held us together as a ring of roses...

those days we sang ringa ringa roses.

I became indifferent to the sound of rain

dripping from the window pane,

which used to turn me euphoric at nights.

I stopped gazing at the clouds

which gave me my creativity

of forming everything from nothing.

I became deaf to the hawker who sold cotton candy,

I used to appease my taste buds free of cost...

later in the day, getting sweet scolding from dad for buying them on credit.

I no more walk down the street in a cold new year's dawn,

face covered with mother's hand woven muffler,

to drop a hand-painted greeting card at a friend's door.

I no more wait for anybody to drop one at my door either...

I see now, an old friend

still waiting at my door,

giving a hope that "There is time, Come Back"...

It seems my friend waited quite long,

with rusted hands wide open

gone too weak and now hanging at the mercy of wind...

My Mail Box

Saturday, March 19, 2016

A Perpetual Life

It never started, it never ended...

It shall never start, it shall never end...

It is a big circle within even bigger circles of parallel time-zones

I stand at one point on each circumference...

Happenings just meet me and pass by

again and again on one,

But they seem so new to the other I on the other circles.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

The Kid in ME..Plays Still...

As I do it for ME

Triumphing over all odds,

Making the way clear,

I am the Warrior Lady..

I gallop miles

With the sword of determination and the shield of wisdom,

I conquer the moments and

Treasure them to memories for millennium.

And then comes my way a countryside so serene.

I pull the leash hard on time and

Get down often

To feel the dew on grass barefoot.

As I walk by the river and look into,

I see ME as someone stranger

She

Nostalgic

As I walked on the pavement...View fog-laden,

I could see a glimpse of the future.

As the glass doors spread arms to hug,

I stumbled and fell to set the pride low

and found humility there below.

As the day marked the start of a journey

I remember it with each of its moments as

blessed, enriched, and glorious.

On the completion of 3 successful years in my Company.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

A Matter of Few Minutes in Days in Millennium...

Short-lived as life,

the inert Wishes of frenzy mind...

The Chances in life,

as the fireflies enlivening the stage for a Wish to play...

The Faith on those flirty chances,

making the Plot twisted to length and endlessly stretched...

And You just realize...

You lived a Millennium which was a matter of few Minutes.

Irony

Where I wish to give,

deny they to take...

Where I don't wish to give,

they expect.

I, still, am full

for I could not give at times,

I did not give at times.

Some Time With The Timeless...On My Birthday

The dark sky blanketed the painfully tired sun of my day...
Suddenly broke into a crimson morn,
before I could scan the horizon to get over the confusion.

Sitting hesitant on the dividing line with wide-eyed innocence...
I questioned every happening
in the infernal darkness of being.

Murky, cold and still as dead
the stars stared speechless failing to quench my insatiable search.

A star broke off, burdened by my enraged quest

What you call Timeless is your pride, your insolent soul force...
But that too is in Time".

One more year added to bear few more memories,
All I would lose to time with time, few I would preserve with pride...

A distant tree coughed and groaned...
Disturbed by the phone calls I got.
I answered to few timeless friends,
only wishing not to break others' peaceful silence.

And then
I fell down to a timeless sleep....

The Woman Who Wished For The Waves To Stay...

Diya...(The Earthen Lamp)

Sleepless are the Stars, So I am

It's just that

They share Brightness, I hide my Gloom

They have a moon, I already have a Black Hole Soul.