A Walk Along The Lake

A long walk. A half burnt cigarette…
And the mute lake standing testimony to countless dreams
The dilapidated benches strewn with yellow leaves…
The only one who laments our absence…

The moon was always beautiful
When I looked at it through your eyes…
But, now it’s cold with a dead glow…
Almost mocking…cynical about my weakness.

The cigarette burns up to the lips…
And, I finally stub you out…
Yet, I wonder whether you still look at the same sky
Through the gap between those two forsaken trees…

You used to dream of a graveyard full of roses…
While I tried to hide you from harm
You sought a shelter…
But, never found one…you were afraid of imprisonment

The music rings out from the old piano
Like coffee on a rainy afternoon
And, I listen to my life…
Slowly, trickling down glass panes

The light threatens to burn out
And, leave me darkness again…
I embrace it as your gift to me…
While burning my feelings to keep me warm

Unsaid words linger around…
Like a long black veil
While I keep walking
Discovering the oft treaded roads… all over again…

Silent Screams

Tender, tentative steps…
Unsure, short breaths coming as gasps…
She looks around…
She is born…

Time had wasted her…
Flushed her down the gutters
Like unwanted furniture…
And, darkness, her friend had found her…

Screams. Kicks. Bloody lips. Silence…
As, another spirit was broken
And, the wild west was perhaps tamed…
While, she waited to fight another day

She kept no count…
The endless procession of ageless rhythm
Meaningless passion and spewing hate
And, the fire inside keeps the ice outside from melting…

She waited for no knight…
Or, a fairytale police officer…
She did not expect a life
Just survive…

Then, life came calling…
Like the least desired always seems to happen
A primordial stirring, from some ink-black darkness
Deep within her womb

The silence shattered…
And, the imprisoned tigress woke up…
And, the fire, kept the life warm
While, she fought and felt born again…

But, life comes with a price tag…
In the dark alleys of civilization
And there were…Screams. Blood. Silence…
And, this time it wrapped her in an eternal veil.

Rain Messenger's Diary 13...Letter to Annie 2

Dear Annie,
Do you ever feel lost? As if, the one street light that was supposed to somehow show you your way in a dark alley also went off?
Perhaps, you are wondering why I always write you letters full of questions, whose answers will never come. Or, perhaps you don’t, you know me too well. Annie, does that bore you? Knowing someone so well that you can differentiate and interpret their silences? Isn’t that boring? There’s nothing new to expect or any anticipation.
I know I keep losing you, somewhere in the everyday smoke of existence and stench of life. I lose you to the harangued auto-rickshaw man, the interactive computer screens and the homecoming birds. But, it is better this way, it makes it so much more worth it when I rediscover you, in some corner of my mind, shining as I had left you, as somehow the dust of age never seems to settle on your shoulders.
These days everyone seems to have a broken feeling. Or, perhaps Annie, everything is broken, but no one breaks them, they just break anyway. It is like this wind chime, we had once seen, made of sea shells. As, the wind made it dance, it rang out beautifully yet there was a melancholy note, as if, it was sad at being so far away from its nurturer. Annie, remember, what you had said to me? You had said I was a flotsam and could never find an anchor, yet the world seems to be floating around and I seem to be static. The world moves too fast these days, doesn’t it?
My letters to you always find me whining or dreaming or just being me. Through these letters, I find myself as if, seeing me through a glass of scotch. Perhaps, that is why I don’t write to you often. It is not easy to frequently see ourselves in the naked light.
If you have read till here, you will know why I asked you the first question. I feel blind, floundering, feeling my way about and banging off walls. Yet, there you are a blinding flash of light, peace between the frothing breakers, life in a wasteland – I hope this letter finds you well
With all my love,
Rain Messenger

Sin

I seek thy hand…
A moment of weakness
A world without cares…
And, thy breath on my neck

I have saved all my fervor…
For this day when rain will come calling…
And, the dilapidated windows of the attic
Will rattle with unbridled passion…

And, we will sin, the ages old sin…
While the sun plays hide and seek
Timeless. Ageless. Shoreless. Endless.
We will float…or drown in it…

You will envy my pain…
As I take you to a distant heaven
And, you will mark your territory
While my limbs will bear the scars of war

And, we will rise on every windswell
To be able to free fall again
And, thy lips will draw blood
While, I will listen to my life beating in your heart

Idle Dreams

Flying kites and improbable letters…
A global village and the all pervading web…
Timeless…yet bound by mortal lives
Romantic, yet cynical due to popular demand

And, we choke the dreamers…
While, Darwin feels proud in his grave…
Existence is all about survival and EMIs…
Yet somehow, lost in between, we live…

Some life got lost in the grounds of my old school…
Some life, with the girl who broke my heart…
A bit is taken by the long, winding road
The rest, I have kept safe for her

The pristine clouds and a late-night chat
While, I fight to justify my defence
The cold, winter rain narrates my story…
And, I struggle to explain why I cannot hate

Unanswered questions resound from my laptop
While, you look to me for answers
I am helpless…the answer’s not there
But, you remind me that once I used to ask the same questions

Times have gone by…
And, a lot of water has flown under the bridge…
Yet, the words of wisdom are still in subway walls and tenement halls
And…apologetically, unfortunately, defiantly…a dreamer I will remain.

Saga of the Last Support

Strangers have shared our stories…
Through directionless words and distant rain
And, every time I come back to you, my pain
I know not what binds us…love or hate…

Times have gone by…as I knew they would…
Yet death’s a luxury I can’t afford…
And, you seek shelter in my arms now…
While, you robbed me of mine

The black graveyard rose keeps calling
A distant song keeps ringing in my head…
Restless thoughts and a calm face…
Torn apart, yet I remain…

I run away…I run far…
Escaping emotions and barricading hurt…
I run hard and win…win…win some more…
But, still inside I stand alone…

And, I finally yield to the call…
Of the dark side of the moon
While rain has forsaken me
I await…I know not what…but I wait…

A smile. Innocence. Vulnerability. Fear.
And, a scary present seeks to bridge a cruel past...
And, you succumb, your last support stands strong
But, what if I was weak…someday….?

Godhuli - fire in the sky

Time slowly dwindles past…
As, I watch her beautiful eyes…
In the golden glow of dusk
And, the bride shifts her gaze…

The surreal light…
And, the chiaroscuro on her face
As, my kisses feel unfamiliar in familiar places
She, averts my gaze…

The eternal fireball benignly smiles
And, nature sets the stage…
With the warmth of the fire in the sky
The beautiful dusk and homecoming birds…asks me to seek love again

Yet, as our bodies entwine
I find you lightyears away…
As, I look to drown myself to find you…
I realize Tilottoma you have changed again…

The romantic fire gently glows…
Sages ask us to seek brides
While, it hits home…it’s been a while…
Tilottoma, you have moved on…again…