Voices Uncensored

SILENT YEARNING O Love where art thou stay ? Thou never come. Never, to heal, my broken day. Day which passes, sans your sight. Sight, which seeps, into unfed night. Night, like reservoir, of pristine thoughts. Thoughts that never, matter to you. You unmet persona, of my vision. Vision of a union, when love would say. Say with me, we both are blessed. Blessed is that cosy, subtle moment. Moment, we choose love, love chooses US

The opening line is inspired from a poem by T.S. Eliot.  WHEN 'I' MEETS 'ME'  Let us go then me and I Where the waters are still and peace on high Where the land kisses the soulful sky Amidst all hesitations, I render with sigh Am I an alien to all, who dwell ? Am I too weakened, to blow a shell? Am I a stigma; unusual to gel ? Am I a curse, of an ancient spell ? A deepened agony stands open in me A fragile confidence seems shattered in me Just then a thought strolls me back To strengthen my will; putting me on track There is more than what it meets the eye Before framing a notion ; believing a lie We are not anti-social ; nor babies who cry There is no dearth of talent; no passion to fie I hate masquerading with falsely eyes When pain steps in; showing pleasure otherwise I never reveal the chaos inside The self heals inner; the silence, outside What others ignore ; considers in vain I perceive in full; turn lost to gain The...

A VIEW FROM A VISION She entered my vision  Like lightning.  A glance was enough,  To set the thoughts  In motion, Of perturbed past and Perplexed present. Was there a reason  for this avalanche progression?  Of feelings multiplied,  By numerous actions.  To lend a passion  To a wrecked Nation. In return of Her service She wanted no compassion. Not much was left, To undone time. What once was Helen, Now a face of crime.  The shriveled body  Hoped no hope To seek love in a destitute  Of sharing even a morsel.  The lightning rekindled  Lost prowess of passion All ignited inside. With a smile that, Hides a weapon