When darkness steals over the iridescent sky
And drops of shadow light up the sky,
Like a cloud of faith appears he
Covering my plights,in spasms of glee.

When dewy leaves are painted bright
And morning rays cover the light,
Like a sleepy winter arrives he,
Blowing my dreams back to me.

I never imagined,even in my wildest imagination,that I would have to one day,prove myself to you.
On self inspection though,I believe the fault is mine,solely.The fact that I fail to express what I feel is most certainly a drawback,and like a complete idiot,I expected you to understand.I expect you to understand things I keep bottled up,things which I wish I could say out loud,but which somehow gets lost amidst so much else.
These should stop,immediately. I don't know how,but it should. This is probably how I am,but its clearly not doing any good.It never did,before,but it was my obstinacy then,that kept me from accepting my own faults.But now that I have,I have absolutely no clue about the solution.
Its a bewildered feeling of helplessness.I don't know what to do.
I just wish you'd understand,somehow.Not just accept things,as you always do,but UNDERSTAND them,as I'd like you to.
Rifts are difficult to bridge,especially when I'm the one to blame.

I'm not much of a poet.
I've tried my hand,and I still am,inspired by certain inspiring beings,armed with a desire that seems like a crime almost,to one day be able to emulate them.
I start off with a head full of images and ideas,but somewhere along the path of penning them down,they get scattered into oblivion and I'm left picking up the pieces that remain.As a result (which is very sorry indeed), I remain utterly dissatisfied with my attempts.
I've managed to keep up my hopes,as of yet.
Maybe,one day? :)

Due to reasons I myself fail to fathom,the knowledge of the existence of this blog remains limited to just me.
I enjoy keeping this to myself,like a cherished childhood secret.

In the world of cyber-socialising,where almost everything is compelled to be an open-secret,I find pleasure in possessing something thats solely mine.
It's a retreat,for my rambles.
This is only for me,and nobody else. :)

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Golden ripples burnt the ivory floor,
Reflections,like diamonds,drifted ashore
Baited breaths,and new born dreams,
Roving eyes,in the darkness gleam.

Inaudible whispers caress the air,
A quivering heart,held by a stare.
Spasms of red,soft and warm
Moments of magic,ever so calm.

Chimera

When forever seems so far away,
And you see your dreams go astray
Close your eyes and rest awhile
Look into the darkness,force a smile.

It will all be dark,at first,
But gradually,as time will pass,
There will be colours,dark and bright,
Spinning waves of joyful delight.

And colours will dance into shapes,
A maddening whirlpool of psychedelic frames,
Dancing,traipsng,fluttering like rain
A little more laughter,a little less pain.

Slowly but steadily,you shall see
That light,however bright it may be,
Can be blinding, deceiving to you
And that darkness,can be colourful too.

 

This was written on 4th september of this year,after a long drought in my literary and creative cerebral matter.
It is a product of constant motivation by one who is an inspiration when  it comes to writing poetry,among many other things.Thank you. :)

The Rainbow

It was the first time they witnessed a rainbow.Together.Hand-in-hand.
Sprawled carefully over the vast grey canvas was a meticulous palette of colours and reflected emotions.
The streaming river from her eyes,washed away the grey and instead got painted in the smoky bright hues.
The warmth of his being consumed her colourful drops of dew.
Hand in hand,they looked at the fading piece of perfection,until it finally vanished.And the canvas remained grey,as before.
'It can never last forever,can it?' came her poignant voice.

A faint outline.A blurred silhouette.Reminisces of the perfect moment.And of course,the memories.That evening,when they witnessed a rainbow.Hand-in-hand,for the first time.