APPREHENSION

"this piece of poetry has a very special place in my heart, as it was composed when i was on the threshold of entering the big bad world of college. but thanks to god, things have turned out quite well for me so far....."

I grasped at the empty air,
which slipped like sand through my fingers,
or better is it gone-- that devil's snare?
the familiar scent still lingers...
So many querries with answers unknown...
only a forgotten hope..it might have been....
leaving it to time alone
to discover what it my mean?
I step on to a different stage
awaiting my act with bated breath.
a new audience,an empty page
and only an undying faith.
The future they say, is not ours to see,
let me my present fulfil
my only weapon --"ME"
and hardwork my only skill.

VERSES

Search me not with eyes but soul,
Search me for reasons dark and deep,
Read not the words dipped in sugar-bowl;
But seek the secrets which i keep.

I carry a burden of untold tales,
Countless passions wrapped in a word,
Ugliness, bepofe which beauty pales,
And cries of desperate anguish unheard...

I'm the fear which plagues the mind,
The joy which brings forth tears,
I'm what has been left behind
And carried forward in years.

I'm the fire on which rebels feed,
The white messenger of peace.
A story of sacrifice and greed.
The elegy for the deceased.

I'm what every poet dreams,
Inspired by somethings nice.
Raging seas and sparkling streams
Scorching suns and melting ice.

I ask for neither accolade nor praise
Only desire to be remembered as a VERSE
In past, present and future days
To be delivered from oblivion's curse...

DREAM PEDLAR
Along a dusty road,
On a hot and sultry day,
A man, carrying a heavy load,
Came across my way.

What he carried on his back,
What were his strange ware,
Looking critically at his sack...
I asked him what was there?

With mystery unfathomable in his eye,
He looked me up from toe to head,
And then with a heavy sigh,
"I sell dreams"; he said.

Many a dream I'd bought,
Thinking better of the bargain.
Now, I wish i had not...
And saved myself some pain.

For when dreams die,
A storm brews in the heart,
Slowly, silently raging high,
It rips us apart.

Not a cry is heard,
Not a tear shed,
Hardly a fitting word,
To describe the living-dead.

To all my dear readers-
I'd like to say,
Be careful of dream pedlars
Who come across your way,
On a hot and sultry day!!!

retrospect

as the floodgate breaks,
the memories invade,
washing over her like a tide.
courage forsakes,
and reality fades,
leaving a gap too wide...

the colours drain,
leaving her dry like never before,
through parted lips,an anguished moan
escapes, as the ears strain,
to cathch a familiar sound heard no more....
from the depths of the unknown.

till sillhouettes of joy dance fast,
mingled with sorrow before her eyes.
the abyss of dread and zenith of glory
merging the present with the past,
delirious with happiness she sighs
but time has to tell a different story.....

merciless consciousness stirs again,
with which realisation dawns...
what has been will never be
and that though memories remain
the glotious past is gone...
and that 'she' is.............."ME"!

SHOOTING STAR

Dont they know how much it hurts,

when i break and fall apart,

born to shine in the firmament,

now merely a fragment,of one's imagination; a dream descried...

MY own pleasures to Me denied.

as they sit beneath the starlit sky,

my only anguish --WHY?

fervently they hope and pray...

for me to break away,

their wishes to fulfil.

born to serve another's will.

therefore all ye fellows that care

look at me and beware....

Such is the fate of stars shining bright

In a cloudless sky on a starlit night!