Sunday 25 September 2011

Pouring

And I wait,
Wait for it to pour,
Pour down so heavily,
It silences all uproars

That are burning,
Inside me for so long,
24 years it has been,
Waiting for the song.

That would fill up,
The emptiness in me,
And seed the growth,
Of an ever growing tree...

Which may or may not bring
Luxuries, to make me a king,
But atleast make me realise,
Why is it that I am living...





This one is kind of a continuation from the last one... Fires

Saturday 24 September 2011

Fires

What my heart wants I dont know,
And well, it neither is ready to show.

I try to tame it like a circus lion,
But by then in it has started a deep fire,
That even gallons of water cant estinguish.
But being able to douse this fire I can only wish.
Because all I am able to sprinkle is just a few droplets,
Hoping this would be enough to make the fire rest.

Searching for its source keeps me so engaged,
That I cant see the fire further enrage.

And then as usual, there is an explosion,
And like everytime, of me I lose a portion.

Till when would this keep going on I wonder,
Would there one day be a lightening or a thunder?
That would make it pour so heavily,
dousing all the fires, and filling again the portions I lost of me...

Wednesday 21 September 2011

Comfort of Questions

I sit here and just start to write,
Already I am looking for some light,
On how would this rhyme end?
Would I get answers to questions unsaid?

Each day brings so many questions to me,
Someday I will answer them maybe...

But for now I have collected them and made a mattress,
Of something that would otherwise cause stress.
And appear to be having the time of my life,
Knowing this that one day I have to strive...
To answer every question that makes my life cushioned.
But for now, I will let this rhyme end...