Mask of earnestness,
Applauded by multitude,
Turns a delusion into reality,
But doors with many locks,
Sealed with a curse,
Will also be opened.
Skeletons tumble out of the cupboards,
Mortal remains of immortal sins.
Knowledge of it
Stares in the face.
Long ago (not so long ago, an year before)
And far away (not so far either, in this age of shrinking worlds)
A fireball married an iceberg.
Many thought they were courting disaster,
Being so different from each other.
And, In those moments,
When ground feels like slipping under,
They feared the same.
She had grown dreaming of a fireball,
With smouldering embers,
Unlike her blazing flames.
And he had imagined a petite snow woman,
Only about a hundred meters,
Yet, they thrived.
She could hold on to him,
His chill could not get to her.
He could appreciate her flames and its fury,
Her fire will not burn him over.
It must be noted though,
A tenth of his visible tenth melted under her warmth,
And fell as snow on her burning core.
And they lived happily ever after.
It is all right,
If you can not come to the seaside.
The sun may be scorching,
And the waters could reflect the blinding rays,
Or a storm might brew in the skies.
I will walk naked in the breeze,
Find a sea shell waves left as a present.
Catch an evening orange ray mid flight,
And the ambient roar of tranquil sea,
Perfume with salty smell of winds,
Scribble in ancient tongues of the sea,
Stories frothing waves did tell.
Hence, will bring the sea to you.
Slowly tear the page,
And fold into a plane,
Blow a lungful of air into its tail,
And throw it, onto the winds.
Some will fly to faraway lands,
Some will nose dive into the rocks.
But one may travel into the clouds,
And come back to you,
Stealing fragrances from the north wind.
Take another dream,
Make another plane.
A report is to be made.
Highlighting our accomplishments,
Painting the failings in favorable tones
And concealing the blunders,
Under the carpet floor.
Thinking up a careful draft,
With delicate play of words.
I picked my pen,
And instead wrote a poem.
And a sojourn with light is nigh.
Lighter in spirit,
Easier to soar.
Whisper a love note to the breeze,
Pass it on to the sun.
For the light and the warmth.
The dusk descends in its time,
And then night.
Earth receive what is its,
A promise fulfilled.
Earth bound spirits,
Nourish sleeping seeds,
Till their hibernation concludes.