A far cry

Once upon a time Gabriel heard a cry

A cry that was emancipating,

A cry that made him want her,

But his quest became relentless

He searched her everywhere

From the dense forests to the underworld;

Agast! She was nowhere.

Was she like a mist?

Or a drop of hue or an oyster deep below the ocean?

She was a mystery.

Gabriel wanted her

He became restless,

He became a wanderer;

He wanted to consummate her.

All for a cry?

But he found her

She was in 'inferno'

It was an eerie feeling when Gabriel saw her

Her soul was stuck in a mirror.

It was in unbearable pain,

Gabriel couldn't watch her in pain,

He set her free

Her soul bid adieu with a final kiss.

Shards of a mirror

Gullible she was

The only thing she wanted was to resonate;

Resonate to her love,

It meant the world to her

The world, where she had no boundaries

She was a free bird.

She wanted to be his queen

But her only mistake---she was not as the Helen of Troy.

What beauty had to do with sanity?

She only wanted to succumb to her love.

Aghast! He did not turn out to be the knight whom she dreamt of

In the disguise of a knight, he was a beast

Yes, a beast who would do anything but to consummate her soul

She was a mere sacrificial lamb for him

He never loved her.

When she understood his vested motive,

Her life became like the shards of a mirror.

She was killed by degrees

For her beloved did not deserve her.

But it was too late for her to have her say

The final words she uttered ---- “my soul will haunt you, you are responsible for my death”.

A QUEST

This quest gorges my soul

A quest searching light

A quest that searches me too

This quest will not make me an overreacher,

I’ll be no Faustus seeking light and the dark beyond

I’ll not plunge into that eternal damnation, into darkening of the soul!

I’ll be a wanderer rendering thoughts, blending minds.

My quest is the one which will burn the dim flickers with light

A quest that will see me bind hearts

A quest that will help light hang in hearts and trees

A quest which will see hearts blend into a living Heart

And to make a difference

I want to follow the path of that light

Without this light my life will grope in the murk I distantly see

I now see that light loom.

Is it this that I seek?

Light takes over me….

My quest will continue.

It was not her mistake

For it was not her mistake that she was white

Neither was it his mistake that he was a black moor

But they loved each other

Loved each other like the sky loves the sea,

Like the dew drops love the leaves,

Like a bee loves the nectar……

Two bodies they were but one soul

If she was the breathe, he was the heart beating inside her

Soul mates they wanted to be for years and years

But a mere handkerchief became the reason of their demise….

 For the rapacious creature wanted to possess the white ewe

 He was the one who poisoned the Venetian moor’s mind

The moor believed every word of that man

And suspected his soul mate…..

Out of rage he went to the ewe’s bedchamber

And stabbed her to death

She wanted to say till the last moment that she was not to be blamed

But the moor did not listen to her

Yes she was dead but her innocent face wanted to tell

It was not her mistake……

Out of guilt the moor killed himself

For later he realized

It was not her mistake

And so they say love is dangerous

When you are in love you are blindfolded……..

WANDERER

This a pilgrim soul

Searching Love, Peace and Mirth

It’s held captive in the morning sunshine

How it shrinks in the twilight

This soul weighed down by so many questions

Which cannot be surpassed?

Where will it meet the answers?

In heaven or in hell?

While in heaven it blooms like a flower

In hell it slithers like a serpent…..

Like Prufrock's, it lies in fragments

Its voice dimly sane turns insane in no time

Its fate is like that of a vagabond

It wanders from place to place

From heaven to hell

From earth to sky

From fire to water

In search of Love, Peace and Mirth…..

BUT IT RAINED

By the windowpane, she was searching a drop of Rain

She looked beyond the horizon

Could she fly there?

A caged bird, she dreamed...

A bird that wanted a life

Of her own.

In gloom, she waited for Rain,

Would the rain wash away this gloom?

She was searching a drop of Rain.

She looked around,

Saw a bunch of children playing near….

Prancing and playful mirth crowded

About her, she walked back down memory

She joined the little ones like a bird

Set free from a cage

Rains came pouring in

Her long wait was gone

She was finding herself again

She lived back the days

When she would freely take on the rains with her friends,

Memory of chai and bhuttas saw tear- drops out of her eyes.

She started paddling her feet in the rain waters

She thanked God for the cage

was a distant memory and

that she was reincarnated as a daughter of

Mother Nature