Sunday, May 25, 2014

First Rain

Poinciana has set the world ablaze
And tired are now, peacocks’ gaze
Waiting for the symphony of thundering days
And a dance in the fresh build puddle craze

A kiss of the awaited first rain
Against my dusty window pane;
Skies letting go of the mantle grey,
Transcending ruthless gleaming rays.

Rising tide and a splatter of life
A breath of earth, ignited by fiery strife
Nature’s spirits floating in the air,
Laden clouds on flower care.

Crumbling am I, in this scorching sunny clamor,
Holding on to thoughts of the cold shower.
These days will pass, so will the summer pain;
And drizzling eves will rule yet again!

-Vaisakhi Mishra

Photo - Google!

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Perfect Me or World

A form I see with the light of life
Running away from my approaching sight
The heat beats the will out of me
But the surreal frame pulls me like a dream

She looks familiar though I know not of her
She moves like a gazelle in the endless dirt
The sand shines; I close my eyes
There she is; I see her now, to my surprise –

She is but my own self
Battered and tired in my visions cave
And speaks to me in the voice my own
With a mock on the lips and a laugh long gone

I reached out to you in the ripples
Of the stream calm, but was crippled
I seeped in your dream to give you a clue
But the mystique night squandered all that was true

Now pay heed for I speak to you
Don’t let go of all that makes you - You
Be who you were and not a shadow self
Else a lost soul you will be with no one to help

Don’t make me your future, you are reality
Cause my voice will fall on deaf ears of vanity
Don’t give in to the devils or angels of this herd
Abandon the mirage of the perfect world!

-Vaisakhi Mishra

P.S. - Image Courtesy - Desert Wind Deviantart