# 20 Revival

Revival 

 In the melancholy of life

Sense of gratitude eludes us. 

When persuading lust becomes our strife, 

Posses more and more we must. 

Months pass like a swarm of butterflies

Before beds of flowers appear

Beneath the show of laughs and tears, lies

The common question - who is the loser, who the pioneer?

An inevitable ending is already written

Hidden behind the shroud of delusion

With material things we are so deeply smitten

We embark on a spiral spearheaded by illusion. 

Chasing things we cannot attain,

When on a drop in the roller-coaster ride

We hold on to the rails of deceit to sustain,

Leaving behind of ashes of the good with every stride.

Finding one's purpose, arduously losing our identity

Tar replaces our blood and our pain

Love and romance, now just things of vanity

We switch off our emotions as jealousy takes reign.

As our skin turns blue, our hearts green

When life becomes a game of survival

The sacred words are no longer what they mean

We are left searching for the lighthouse of revival. 

#19 A Devious Wait.

I have evolved from writing poems of sorrow and woe to writing poems of love and happiness. Why, I wonder. Well the object of my affection, so to speak, has no clue how I feel. For all I know is that somewhere in the recent past my old messed up self went ahead and true to it's character messed up a lot of things. I am a completely different person now, in control of my emotions and actions. Regardless, if I ever figure out how to sort things out, I don't know if my brand new, ameliorated second impression will ever capture his attention. Till then this is the second one is the lengthy installment of poetry ideas that have lined up in my conscious mind. 

A Devious Wait 

Hopes, so sweet so mellow

Heart, slow down now.

Tears, you no longer belong to the pillow;

Smile, step out and take a graceful bow. 

My love swiftly touched my hand

And off he went with a mischievous lull.

I waited, how I waited with the each falling grain of sand!

Till the names engraved on stone grew dull. 

I danced in harmony to my own tunes, 

My wings took me places far and wide

Till I was captivated in these mystical runes,

Of unaccustomed complexities, I lost my stride.

Time unravels your disguised faults;

Yet, these, my eyes refuse to see. 

Why have you been raised to such great exalts?

With every question, my rationale refuses to agree. 

My love, will you ever perceive? 

That whilst you look elsewhere for praise,

I stand here with invalidated beliefs,

And yearn to be the entity of your lingering gaze.

Talk now, for this silence needs to be shaded

With tender promises of companionship. 

I would give up my right to breathe, if persuaded

That my name will forever stay in your mind's grip.

#18 Empathy

The past two months have been to mildly put it, a spiritual wake up call. And as a result, I've been writing a lot of poetry which is a good thing. This one is dedicated to the one special person, that I might or might not have met yet, I'm still clueless in that aspect of my life. If I haven't met you yet, I hope you show up soon (says the romantic in me). 

Empathy

I want to wake up by your side

After smoke stung eyes and crashing against the tides. 

Words leave my mind, but never reach my lips

Emotions rise like a new moon with their own quips. 

Can I cope and stray away from the temptation?

In the darkest stupors, your voice is the revelation

Regardless of how far I walk, how far I run

The roots have been sown deep, the misdeed's already been done. 

I want you to stand by my side

Camouflage my fears, contain my pride. 

Till my bones nourish trees and my soul renews

I will hold the diamond chest, pay all unresolved dues.

Never enough, never complete

My resources of boundless love and joy, you replete.

The spark that will rise out of our future's ember

Bleaches out the darkness and mistakes so we shall never remember. 

I want to learn and grow by your side

When summer's sun burns, under your shadow I can hide.

Beneath the autumn leaves and stars, breaths gain synchronicity

As two beings embark on the illuminated path of felicity.

Shatter all your old walls, let me be the new cornerstone

I'll be your well, deep enough to drown all the hindrances that are thrown.

When winter arrives, there will be the warmth of passion and clarity

Nourishing our existence with the promise of eternal serenity. 

# 17 Atonement

Atonement 

Words are worth diamonds,

But pockets are lined with dimes. 

With a pristine light on an island, 

Melodies are made with wanderlust chimes.

A bird chirps in the distance,

Blending a secret with its song.

The trees aware of its existence,

Rustle their leaves to harmonize along. 

Mystic yet unconcealed, 

A paradox of all sorts.

The song is sung not to mislead, 

But to guide the audience to a throne of quartz.

For sand is the time gone by,

Still holding on to an exuberant history.

With the hum of a lullaby,

It tells the story of an eluded victory.

Emotions over intellect was the choice, 

Stallions of the imagination were set free

Wild and self-ruling, galloping with rejoice,

They reached the shores of the aquamarine sea. 

It's waters as clear as an unmarred heart.

It's sea bed filled with shells of fervor,

Like two lovers that were never meant to part, 

The waves merge with the angels of the preserver. 

The days turn cold in the heat of a burned out sun

Yet the wind carries a beauty so poignant, 

One's nethermost worries are shed, as if they were none,

Everything comes to be under the spell of atonement. 

No fight has ever ensued on this plane.

As an intricate intimacy prevails,

Further cemented by the elegant, gentle rain -

A protection of mother nature's own lush veil. 

The air is intoxicated with the fragrance of patchouli, 

Bringing in an alluring transient trance.

With a joy that touches mountains of epitome, 

Ecstasy embarks on an eternal dance. 

Dandelions of illumination release their passion for life, 

Delicately spreading tranquility with effervescence.

This is the victory with no potent strife, 

When one abandons all, but acceptance. 

#16 Derangement

Derangement

The mistake was mine. 

Never knew a fathom would ever twine.

Like a noose leading to my destruction,

A fate like this was out of my deduction. 

It all started in simple ways 

A doe was caught within their gaze.

Destiny's lions started lurking,

With their glorious manes, they were smirking.

For their prey was naive and within law she abides,

Releasing their claws they went all in, attacking from all sides. 

Diminished to bare flesh and bones,

There she was left bleeding all alone. 

She gathered her remaining strength,

Her courage and will stretched beyond it's length. 

For she was a fighter who saw the sun,

Even in days so dark, the moon had shun. 

Searching for the lake of rejuvenation, 

Little did she know, ahead lay more abjection. 

Stumbling on her fragile limbs,

Off she went into a future much more grim.  

Into the grid of happenstances' cavernous path,

Where the feisty winds blew with more wrath. 

Like layers, unveiling one by one

Misfortunes fell as the fabrics of her remaining luck un-spun.

Her bones felt as though pierced with stakes, 

Though her conscience was strong, her body was barely awake. 

Trapped, she almost surrendered, 

For everything she had known was unrelentingly rendered, 

Wrong and fictitious, it was all an illusion and deluded. 

She found shelter in a area so secluded, 

One could hear their souls' cries echo past the wall.

She explored the place with her mind and heart locked in a brawl. 

As a calmness of acceptance filled through her being, 

She slept for the first time, without seeing

The shroud of delirium that had been her recent strife

Over her head hung a knife, 

A knife of discouragement that tore through one's will

All that was left was a breathing hollow, that lay so still.

Defeated, the doe gave up her right, 

To harness her strength and continue the fight. 

Left devoid of all faith and devotion, 

She let herself be eluded of all emotion.

I am the doe, and the doe is me,

For in the plight of such circumstances, one can't see

A saviour present no where in near sight, 

In this darkness, one cannot find the light. 

All I can do is lay here and wait

Soon enough this pain will fade and abate. 

# 15 Paper Airplanes

This lovely short film reminded me of the fact, that if two people are meant to be together, no matter how unreal the circumstances, they will end up together. For I believe in soul mates and of course mine is out there somewhere probably still awake at 4 am, getting bored like me and thinking absurdly nonsensical thoughts while humming to himself haha. 
Oh it also inspired me to write a short poem which is slightly different and casual to what I'm used to writing, but well it perfectly describes the feelings this short film conjured up in my being. 

The short film first: 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=aTLySbGoMX0

And here's the poem. 

Paper Airplanes

When life falls into a rut,
When monotony becomes robust,
Will you make paper airplanes?
That fly across city traffic lanes.
Become my saviour and help me find you,
For behind this lull, I have been waiting in lieu,
For a spark that picks up the wind.
And changes life's directional swing.
Once found, never to be lost,
We will live in abandon, come rain or frost.
Will you please make paper airplanes?
That fly across city traffic lanes.
Help you find me,
 Together the world we shall see.
For these city lanes and office window panes,
Will only let us perish in vain.
As I fold a piece of paper,
Like a bird, stuck in this cage of a skyscraper,
I hope you're doing the same.
Let's make our own fate, let's not leave destiny to blame.
As strangers, we shall meet
But as lovers from a distant time, each other we will greet.
So when life falls into a rut
and monotony becomes robust,
Let's both make paper airplanes,
That fly across city traffic lanes.

# 14 Wildflower

Wildflower

I am the wildflower that never blooms. 

I am a bird with a whimsical plume.

Always there in existence,

Reality bites dust in my mind's presence

Vague and livid, extraordinary embellishments.

Escape and shine; my exact sentiments.

Try to determine my entity if you must,

You will be lost in an abyss, in that I trust. 

For I am deeper than a lake,

I am a kaleidoscopic jewel of my own make.

Cast in platinum, the stronger I get

With every blow, my purpose is set. 

Mistake me not for the snow in the wind,

Wayward roads are not always a sin. 

For every path that I have tread,

Can be poetry that shall be read.

An understanding someone, someday shall gain, 

And I will know my viability wasn't lost in vain. 

For I am the wildflower that never blooms. 

I am a light that burns with a vibrant fume. 

# 13 Mystify

Mystify

Look at the moon and see my heart,

Look at the stars as we part.

For every scar on the moon is a mirror reflection,

Every star symbolizes an unknown direction

My entire cognizance, you have occupied,

with consequences that leave one mystified.

A stone heart gets locked in a chest,

It was nothing but a menace and a pest.

I burn the key and let the flames emblaze me,

As I am tired, my youth won't let me be. 

Someday when the right elements come along

Like a phoenix my existence will rise from the ashes of the wrong.

Till then I am the actor with a deceiving smile. 

I am the naive liar with lack of guile. 

But you will be convinced, for I can't let you grasp,

That within your grip, my torture you clasp.

Exhaustion has interrupted the search,

We belong to two worlds that may not merge. 

Yet a part of me will always be fragile,

For it is the hope that in actuality is hostile.