in glory days of those times
there were hopes awaiting to blossom
bathed to bled in dreams
there were pages of self bursting to open.
a twinkling twilight star
up the high rise sky;
I once saw,
raining the night
in awe.
young, time on your side
kicking the dust
when sun shined.
a eon behind
moon seems the same
you passed your prime,
and until yesterday
you missed being the golden flame.
and, today
I write this verse;
gutted, awaiting to be the
sandglass in time.
Copyright © 13 Apr 2012, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Let's toast
Amidst the myriad thoughts
and those screeching honks,
I met my past
to reminisce those glorious times.
On a cold chilling evening,
down those four exciting summers,
we had bumped into each other lives.
The roaring wind
blew past my silent ears,
echoing the chimes of her.
Time had learnt to
to swallow its tongue,
but the dumb heart
relented to skip her beat.
I held my glass of wine
and toasted it in wilderness,
as the chilling rain drops
swept past my dusty eyes...
Copyright © 7 Aug 2008, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
and those screeching honks,
I met my past
to reminisce those glorious times.
On a cold chilling evening,
down those four exciting summers,
we had bumped into each other lives.
The roaring wind
blew past my silent ears,
echoing the chimes of her.
Time had learnt to
to swallow its tongue,
but the dumb heart
relented to skip her beat.
I held my glass of wine
and toasted it in wilderness,
as the chilling rain drops
swept past my dusty eyes...
Copyright © 7 Aug 2008, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
Bubble
I
gaped
at the shiny water bubble
as it traversed
the space
inking the air
in myriad flights
just as the caged soul
essays its words
when lent the freedom
to express.
The bubble broke
in tumultous breeze,
vanishing into thin silence
leaving the traces
of its meandering vibes.
And,I
smelt the arriving storm
before the rain and sunshine.
Copyright © 13 Dec 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
gaped
at the shiny water bubble
as it traversed
the space
inking the air
in myriad flights
just as the caged soul
essays its words
when lent the freedom
to express.
The bubble broke
in tumultous breeze,
vanishing into thin silence
leaving the traces
of its meandering vibes.
And,I
smelt the arriving storm
before the rain and sunshine.
Copyright © 13 Dec 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
The water mirror
Dark as blue
And of its transparent hue,
He sees a wading con;
A pawn
Unlike him
of ripples and stills
In it's jaded flow.
The blurred sketch
Of a frail man
On the canvas
Of clean waters
Thats mirroring
him otherwise.
The violent silence
He has breathed upon,
has slowly decayed
through his lungs
and now
it's merging back to silence.
Mirror images
are false he believed,
until the water mirror
echoed his deathly scar
as he washed his face.
Crawls as he
to wash the blemish,
Alas! it's shown him,
His true self.
Copyright © 5 Aug 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
And of its transparent hue,
He sees a wading con;
A pawn
Unlike him
of ripples and stills
In it's jaded flow.
The blurred sketch
Of a frail man
On the canvas
Of clean waters
Thats mirroring
him otherwise.
The violent silence
He has breathed upon,
has slowly decayed
through his lungs
and now
it's merging back to silence.
Mirror images
are false he believed,
until the water mirror
echoed his deathly scar
as he washed his face.
Crawls as he
to wash the blemish,
Alas! it's shown him,
His true self.
Copyright © 5 Aug 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved
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