Dilemma of a simple soul

Rushing through the waters knee deep,
I see only the distant end’s green,
I kick and jump, no matter what,
Like in the dense marsh, I am caught.
Also a strange fear catches me similarly,
Is that entire green, do I want it really.


No dearth of muscle, no fear of failure,
Impedes me better, than my own self.
A paradox between a vision and a want,
Arising from character and personality.
I suffer the wrath from one to the other.


A simple soul, should I bear anymore?
Or just get myself to ramble and roll.

The language of silence - 2

And thus it ended in silence,
No particular sadness or joy, I say,
Like all good things it remained,
to meet its end...

A Leaf’s song

Like a leaf passing a rain drop to another,

I want to show you my joy.

But the distance keeps me from doing it,

And therefore try to write, I.

The music of the splattering drops,

The dance of the happy green,

Infinite stretch of the grey sky,

Never better a scene have I seen,

Besotted by the drenched beauty,

An atheist me calls to the god,

“oh god, take the rains away,

or promise me to bring her along”

Mallesh
07/06/08

Closure

At the beautiful orange, spread across the sky,

With hopeful eyes, kept staring I.

With many a memoirs, of the day past by,

I was surely happy, but not high.

Through the day it was warm and bright,

But at the dusk, it was a distant delight,

I was scared, scared at the loss of the sight,

Of the dense darkness, at the fall of night.

So then with some courage, I looked away,

To discover the beautiful shade of grey,

And soon there was a white, never seen in the day.

Thus came the closure, mildly to stay

10/4/08

Mallesh

He left no trail

He left no trail, no actions to be spoken of.

Emanating from the common masses,

He had perceived benefit of the origin,

But could not escape the entrapment,

Of the mundane of other beings.

His face was soiled, in the same storm,

He soon met his end underneath.

Had he believed in his ideas, had he acted upon them,

Which may have gone incorrect, with the passing time,

But became source of greater themes, inspiration for many.

And forever him, we shall miss,

For he could have been the beam, for our flying dreams

Mallesh

19/2/08

9:10 a.m, 20 min before midsem exam.. :D

My Passion

They said she is an illusion,

A passing thought, which will be forgotten,

When the fate takes its toll, she will be gone,

And you will find, my dear, an easy escape from the daemon,

Yet another epitome of infinite manipulation.

I said she is a dream,

If she is one, then forgetting is not an option,

Cause dreams are the essence of my reality, my form,

And fate may create hurdles, let there be potholes on all paths,

If manipulation is our nature, I am a born romantic.

Foolish we are born, Happy we can live.

P.s. I don't think I have any passion... The poem is dedicated to all my friends, Relatives and Novel and Movei characters who have one...

Mallesh

Gift

Rosebuds, Cards, Chocolates and Poems,

Many cliché methods, I thought about.

Beautiful, No bud was more than her,

Her smile, No card could quote,

Sweeter she is, far more than any chocolate,

She is herself a poetry… (The best one)

Helpless to find a suitable gift,

I went to see her without any,

And like Romeo to Juliet, I bent to offer my head,(*)

She smiled and kissed my forehead,

“I already got the best”, she said.

It was needless to pinch myself,

My mom woke me up before ‘The End’,

Who says, ‘Romance is the privilege of the rich’,(Oscar Wilde)

A dream at dawn, is all it costs….

(It doesn't need even a penny)

Mallesh

21/11/07 1:43 a.m.

* My girlfriend, if there was one, would have killed me after seeing this poetry anyways..