THE CHAIRMAN

Lots of spare time, and a little bit of passion.

Tag: Free style poetry

Poem

The leanings of a sun,

meets the cache
stumbles on a red gripe
and she catches a word
puts it in time
and enshrines the emotion
lives it and dreams
like a rainbow as it appears, 
but there is no rain
perplex, as are her eyes
a beetling eyebrow, 
the mask caressing beauty
now, emerges a bout of breeze
the light stops,
a shimmer shrugs off
echo of a heart-beat thunders yet still
 
Was there even a beginning
the records wiped off,
the pages sets asunder 
a new tale 
awaiting encryption
inside a covert bedspread
and a distant hum
flows into the strings of a heart
and the dunes migrate
with a wind, the tale transmutes
each day, a sunshine
lights a fire
and she sops it up
a fine stream emits 
from soul to soul, as a bond unfolds
the grass is now growing
but your time is still young
 
A flashing black cloud
marches in, tumbles 
silence, but no storm
is this the silence before a storm?
the dust is unsettled
calm scattered, a night in a day
she knows this will last
motion seizes, and so does she
yet, the clocks tick on
crumbling seconds, minutes and hours
reveals a stratum, 
the thread of the same fabric
weaves her 
and now, a twitch
the fire now rises
spills finally the misty cache
from under a pillow
from out of a window
a wave hits
and now, she is ready
and now, she smiles

 

Reflecting back while moving forward

From a past couple of days, my life has turned upside down. It has meandered past expectations into the realms of the unthinkable. All of this – unfortunately – isn’t positive at all. I was looking to put words to the circumstances I’m enduring right now but they wouldn’t just flow. Sometimes, even the hardest of circumstances steal your words.

I opened, without conviction, a notepad I used to write on. On the very first page, I found a poem I once wrote for the sake of practice; here it is:-

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The Untamed Beast (Poem)

I won’t tell you what this poem is about, or what sort of inspiration caused me to pen this down. It’s very close to me, so close that the poem is encrypted and I can’t tell you what’s it’s about. Does it take away the purpose of reading a literary piece? If yes, then read it for my sake. Read the rest of this entry »