Love

Why does love seem so farce to me now?
Like a figment of my own imagination!
Like a killer escaped from the gallows of truth,
A dream which better not be.

The promises in lore seem prism of cheat,
The words of tradition all wrung with despair.
Why is it so difficult to believe someone would live for me?
Or that one will ever be worthy of my death?

Why does love seem so farce to me now?
Like the best enchantment of a wizard great!
A trap set by unseen eagles above,
A fisherman's net, a serpent's lair.

Maze of my own

This was what I was like the whole of last week.

Everytime I try to write,
I always get so distract,
I'm lost in a maze of my own.

My words take flight,
Then simply disappear from my mind.
They are lost in the maze I told.

I want to read and read,
Share, like, reply and comment,
But when I wish to write...

All is lost in the maze you know.

Then my dear friend Elly Stornebrink came to my rescue, and in the past two days, she did me a world of good. The below four lines are specially made and dedicated to her. Thank you, Elly!

Then I told my friends,
And amidst them a friend replied,
With her pep talks, aid and advice,
She brought me out of the maze of mine.

Smiling along the miles

Having had such a friendly reaction from my neighbours (read My friendly neighbours to know), I was rather motivated to be all the more friendly to her. Here's another fictionalised account of my endeavours and their outcome:

I smiled at my neighbour,
Everytime I found her near;
In her garden, at the store,
At the crossroad, or her door.

At first she rechecked whether
It wasn't  one of her silly dreams;
Then as always gave me a glare,
That were her silent screams.

I still pursued her with my smiles,
For I believed good will result from my tries;
I smiled when she glared at me,
I smiled even if she gave me a sigh.

I smiled at her warmly
When she won at a game;
I gave her a smile so soft
When a trouble made her lame.

Then like sunshine
My smile broke the ice betwixt;
It struck a chord in her heart,
And she smiled at me so very sweet!

My destiny beckons me

This is a poem, a free verse actually, I wrote a few years ago, but I don't know why I never posted it anywhere. May be, destiny had planned it to be published as this blog at the end of this UBC challenge!

So here it is.

My Destiny Beckons Me

My destiny beckons me,
But worldly chains keep me bound;
There's still hope in the fading light,
But it is far away at the horizon.

Man proposes God disposes they say,
But it's God's proposal I'm out to seek;
Life surely isn't an easy game,
But it's that way its supposed to be.

Fun, frolic, grandeur and ease,
They are good, but never desired I;
Pain, betrayal, adversity and defeat,
Like clouds they come in many form.

I have no qualms with life,
It's been the best in its ups and down;
I only want to give my dreams a chance,
For the time to do is now or never.

My destiny beckons me,
But worldly chains keep me bound;
There's still hope in the fading light,
But it's far away at the horizon.

Wandering clouds

I vaguely remember my primary school initiating a school magazine when i was in my 5th or 6th standard. Vaguely because it never took flight.

This is the poem I composed back then to contribute to its first issue.

Wandering Clouds

Clouds, great clouds,
They wander up above;
Come in all forms,
In all shapes,
Bring rain for plants to grow.

The joy of small things

Where has the joy disappeared,
Over the first drops of rain?
Where is it lost,
Even on seeing the sun shine once again?

Is it also gone,
From seeing a bud unfold and grow?
From sitting around a fire
To exchange tales and lore?

Will we never be happy now,
Over little notes and gifts of love?
Maybe just a wee trinklet,
A book or a dove!

Let's just suffice it to say,
We are above all these trifles now;
We don't know of their beauty,
Or even exactly as to they feel how!

My friendly neighbours

A fictionalised representation of how people would probably react to friendly gestures in today's society over mundane reasons:

I found my neighbours in their garden on my way back home one evening. This is how they reacted to my greeting...

I smiled at my neighbour,
She turned her back to me!
She wished to keep an old grudge instead.

I smiled at her dog,
He barked at me!
Afterall, he only did his master's bid.

I smiled at her son,
He winked at me!
I realised it was a mistake I made.

I smiled at his sister,
She closed her windows shut!
Her mother must be near somewhere.

I smiled at her child,
She smiled back to me!
Surely, only children know the beauty of life.

My truimphant failure

I look at my failure in the eye,

Try to smile and suppress a sigh,

It jeers at me with a laughing cry,

“Your poor dreams, my  dear,

were born so tender, but aimed so high!”

 

I turn my back to it and try to walk,

But everything around looks so dreary and dark;

I stumble over a rock and hurt my heart,

My failure laughs louder at my staggering start.

 

I gather myself and say a silent prayer,

In answer the clouds above disperse

and the light dispels my fear.

My failure shrivels and struggles at this sight,

Knowing it cannot stand a chance before this Might.
 

On golden wings of hope comes a divine succour,

Encircles me and whispers in my ear,

“Try again; I am with you, my dear,

There’s still some life… your dreams are still here!”