The Hour Glass

Its that time of the year again! My first entry to #Octpowrimo 2016.
The prompt is Time- such an essential component that rules most of our lives. In this race with time/ against Time, I believe that we forget to enjoy little precious moments and lament later when we look back . Hence thought of composing with the hourglass as the fulcrum of my poem.



The hour glass wrecking havoc,
Sitting idle in the emotional peninsula,
Each passing sand grain,
Cascading on top of another,
Conspiring, huddling,together,
Can almost hear their laughter,
Jostling each other,
For staying aloft, at the pinnacle,
Just like us, striving to stay afloat,
Amidst a hurricane of ambition
But lost with time,
Values, moments sublime,
Erased memories of family stories,
Bled the mind dry,
The only stubborn resident-
At the moment-
Aspiration to excel at the pinnacle,
Defeated the hour glass,
In the marathon strenuous,
Stood tall, achieved the goal,
Sad, still standing all alone !

Breath of Freedom!

Set on a journey 
To accomplish dreams
To shoulder responsibilities
Being the only daughter
Didn't realize the world would conspire
Stifle identity with intensified ire,
Didn't realize that rules are set
On the convenience of circumstances,
Didn't realize that every smile would cost so much,
That dreams would be nightmares,
Letting shivers down the spine,
Leaving the soul parched at the dead of the night!
Is this the end?
The graveyard of aspirations?
With the silence of soul-dead?
Nay,its just the beginning,
Of a new dawn,
Where the wind caresses the hair,
Strewn carelessly across the face,
Where there is freedom
of thoughts, feelings ,existence
Devoid of opinions -fake and imposed!
A breath of such air
Refreshing !
Liberated from prison,
Of poisoned thoughts ,
That suffocate and strangulate dreams!

Someday......

Your smile, as vibrant as the myriad rainbow,

Your presence, embracing my being like the warm sunbeam,

Your touch, playing havoc with my emotions,

Your memories fossilized every inch of my mind,

Someday, my love, the tide of my feelings,

Will embrace you with a constellation of untold affections.

Sepian Memories

Silence echoed against the walls,
The empty halls, 
Turned sepian with age,
Whispers the moth eaten carpet,
To the broken chair, bandaged,
Are you alive?
Replies with a cough,"Yes,still, but its futile ",
The dust caped chandeliers
Look down with eyes tired,
Turned pale,
Gone are the days sublime,
The coquettish memories,
Colour the pristine environ
With warmth,grandeur unforgotten,
The barren ,weather beaten
Forlorn furniture clustering,
Heave sighs,
Clouding the vision,
The stillness in the air,
Greeted suddenly with cacophony
Of the giant door opening,
A gush of freshness
Pierced years of solitude
Like a giant wave
Crashing against the rocks ,unaware,
Life, life brewed in,
Ushered in sunlight,
Cascading away the eclipse eternal,
Asked the bandaged chair, "will we survive? "
"Nay,"replied the moth eaten carpet,
And heaved a sigh,
The old chandelier, still standing high!

Another Start

The gypsy heart 
Craves to wander 
Embellish memories 
Collect moments
Befriend myriad concoctions
Of thoughts,experiences, cognizance
Enveloped in priceless post cards
Framed with love
On the alcove above,
Sprinkling glitters all around
With fragrance of the
Places visited, lived
And fallen in love with,
The gypsy heart,
Craves another cart,
Of adventure, travel,
Overflowing with freedom,
As the birds flying above,
Crowned with sovereign stardom
The gypsy heart,
Craves for another start.

PC: A Friend