A Hiccup

A momentary hiccup

Strikes me

spilling over sudden sadness

And bringing inexplicable memories.

Etching my desperate soul

When I know, you're no longer with me.

A sudden silence in-between

Stirs so many dreams,

Afires with life and joys,

But the odd sense of feelings

Lumps my way out

When I see, you're no longer with me.

(Trapped in these hiccup and un-hiccup)

Alone I live, longing for a joy at the end

The race of this life

Makes me painful

And counting without wife

Makes me fool

And I hope, they are not to stay long.

Footnote: A momentary hiccup in the poem shows two sudden shifts of moments; a hiccup bringing sorrows while hiccupping and dreams of joys that are right after the short hiccup, as one feels new and fresh once you hiccup-just for a moment, or it reflects a temporary setback to somebody’s plans or arrangements. In this way, it also reflects the transitory nature of life—one quick joy and one quick sorrow in life. Anyways, to me, I live each day with hopes for tomorrow, though I have to walk with these two hiccups.

Senseless to Be in Senses

You see around many things, you concurred and fabricated and take part, you hurt, making you both helpless and sad. And happy and hopeful. You have the sense to feel all these. But when you are separated from your senses you feel nothing, it’s ecstasy and just a fantasy of illusionist life.

  

The senselessness of being

Fills heaven with rainbows.

Everything is you; a life and the universe.

You will shout, sing and dance,

In the space, you occupy.

Now, be in sense, eyes wide open;

Feels the darkness and light,

Sunshine and harsh wind.

Trails of soft, iron trails,

Each denuding life.

These are invisible threads en route to

the common destination: the grave.

Books are bound, framed and forced,

Weeping, smiling they are taught naught.

Perfection and decency are treasures,

Things forgotten and unlearned.

Aging, we grow experienced, then what?

We’re pulled down to the grave.

Darling, Be Daring

I wrote this poem dedicating to my new blog titled: ‘Darling, Be daring.’ My previous title was ‘a wise voice.’

On your way, when everything is dark

When a long nights confuse you

And when you are frighten

Be daring, darling

There lies a hidden hope of tomorrow

When words are storm

That could break your ribs

And you become numb

Be daring, darling

You let them go

When life is getting you down
with one little unfulfilled thought

That will packed up everything

Be daring, darling

There are so many options in life

To keep standing firm

and to keep marching on

Through these twists and turns

Be daring, darling

Live in a path of hope

When you cry out everything you have felt
hoping that someone will pick them up
to the truth is, what I say

Be daring, darling

Hoping one day, somebody keeps your wise voices

Rain of Bliss

                                                                                    #5

After much deprivation,

Rain falls

A shower to clean earth;

Everyone is happy and merry

Everyone shows teeth

They come out to receive the first fall,

To get awash is their fondness.

Everywhere,

 As far I could see, is rejoicing,

After the long drought sweltering;

Air-gusted sandy,

Plants wilted the flowers in the buds,

Animals and birds wondered-away,

Dejected pathetic people had calamitous living!

Now, in the rain everyone seems exulted

The rainfalls,

Like cheerful tears from the eyes.

Leaves dance on the dripping of the rain,

Countable animals expose in the meadows to drench,

 Dancing clouds shroud the valleys,

The dusty earth sprinkle wet

Some say it’s ‘holy grail.’

Well, the rain mop baths,

The place has rejuvenated.