Sipping Chai

Most of us are creatures who have a daily beverage that we cannot do without. This one is for those tea lovers.

This is..

``Sipping Chai

 

The vapors of a cutting chai

Is the admixture

Of who knows how many

Grains of sugar, cardamoms

That ruminate fragrance

of crushed chai patthiis, refracting

The taste through the structure

Of a plain glass, then

When once touched

By parched lips

Pushes the deadlines,

Love, hate, stress, lies,

Drama, thoughts away

from senses.

A Letter To Myself

It's a reminiscence of an epiphany I had of myself, well, of the writer in me when I will be old and frail. Will I remember my own words?

This one is..

A Letter To Myself

Will you remember this time?
Words that flew from pages,
And stuck on to the walls of your heart,
The warmth you felt, the comfort it gave,
I hope these don't wash away with time..

The ABC of a Prayer

Poetry does stir the mind. I have always tried to write something that can modify the feelings of the reader as well as the inquisitiveness of his questioning faculties. The below write-up doesn't attempt any of that. It is just a plain portrayal of my relationship with the Lord.

 

This is the ABC of a Prayer.

 

Ask

O Abba!
The love within all righteous,
Partake in the revival of the spirit in me,
Keep strong this mind and feeble heart,
Amidst the vicious..
Mercy mercy.. on my iniquities..

The Cloud In The Hourglass

Hi again.. It has been more than a year since the last time I was on this blog editing something. And I am rekindling the process.

This ink that I had written recently says less about the hope that I saw and more about the reassurance to dream again without thinking of the consequences. One of the not-so-complicated ideas I'm putting forth.. 

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This is 'The Cloud In The Hourglass'

 

 

See that fog? 

It wants to be a cloud... 

See that cloud? 

It wants to be your imagination.. 

The Girl i Wish To See Once More

This is for a girl i met off recent in life.... she's.....the masquerade girl.....

well just read it :)

It's Friday evening....

watching the clock, holding the thought ... 

Trying to talk to my God.....

Praying for the girl I wish to see once more...

I hit my pillow,

Soothing sighs and peaceful highs.... 

melodies of her giggles and smiles... 

Pouring a beautiful thought into the mind....

The Reality Of A Troubled Heart

Everyday is routine,

His heart wonders, why?

He tries to follow what he's told,

And he wonders, why?

She Wears A Masquerade

This is for a special female I dedicated to but......it goes out for all those ladies who pretend to hide their tears so that others would not be able to watch what you are going through....
but you know the wonderful part??

someone like me always notices that :)

be sure to read this one slowly and understand each line........ a lot of hidden lines in the visible repetitions.......

This is.....She Wears A Masquerade

Only So Much Do I Know

God inspired me to write this..........i do hope this is worth sharing....... :)
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There is only so much a man can tell me of Your love,
One can ponder about the faith in the footsteps on the water,
There is only so much he can say of the breath that breeds life in the air,
About the beauty of the roses on your grave. . . . .

Live Life My Friend

This is a song for some special people in my life..............people who have parted ways with me..........but i know that they are going to be back.........back for the friendship i cherish with them..... :)

LIVE LIFE

The congregations of apologies in my mind,

Rekindling memories of you,

Singing songs of gratitude,

Practicing their loving for you. . . . .

The Last Note From The Diary Of A Raped Girl

I am 19,
It has been 5 weeks 6 days,
The count of the days I was dying slowly. . . . .silently

Its the memory of the day I was marred,
The day they gave me this scar. . . . .

Morning Glory, I Love You

Morning glory, don't wither away,
In this deep dark woods, don't crawl your way,

Your tears pour the pain, downpours like the rain,
Night whispers tales of silence forevermore. . . . .

Footprints In The Sand

3 days passed n I thought my whole world should've changed,

But it's still the same, back to my normal ways,

Cars running outside my head, people waking up to a busy day,

Waiting for the sunset to come, but I guess it wont be coming this way. . . . .

Hear The Saints

This is the scene we live in everyday, but yet find cumulative reasons and lies to live through it every single day. There are people who raise alarms now and then on issues about our twisted existence in this cruel world. And now, i guess it is time we Hear Those Saints.