Friday 17 November 2006

True Colours

I can definitely see you & your true colours.I thought,I am the ugliest but no!!!You're probably uglier than me.I'm beautiful......very beautiful......I'm beautiful inside.I may not look pretty but my heart is pure.Its full of love,care,concern.But you're just a paradigm of deceit.I thought I found shelter in the shade of your jocund company but I was so wrong!I called you my friend but now ,now I prejudice you,I despise you!You're ugly,uglier than me................you never loved anybody.Your ego was your biggest entity and it filled your heart with jealousy.They were right !You are ugly.............very ugly.........ugly inside.You have treachery,hatred,disregard,jealousy embedded in the floor of your heart.Your virtues have been your superficial identity but your vices have now overpowered them..........

Vendetta

"We'll meet again",she said.
He was left speechless,
Five years he looked for her,
But she couldn't be found.
Ten years later ,at a subscription dance,
He saw her,hand in hand,descending
From the Rolls with the Count,
Her ageless beauty sparkling,
With the shine of her lavender eyes.
The ice-blue gown fluttered as she
Entered the ballroom,smiling,
Her way through,at a glance,
She saw him,their eyes met,
She froze,the smile disappeared.
A sense of guilt entrapped her,
She was a sinner,in his beady eyes.
A glance and she could see
The vendetta in his black eyes.
Her vanity showed as she
Turned her eyes away,and went
Her way,as she had done,
Several years before.
The next morn as the red
Sunlight spread,the Countess De Montana
Was found lying in her chamber,
Her face shown like an angel
But the purity was concealed
With the hue of sunset all over her..........

Incarceration

I felt lost.I felt suffocated.It was a terrible pungent smell.The confinement made me feel claustrophobic.My sixth sense was asking me to rise & flee for life yet the feeling of claustrophobia was so intense ,it bounded me to the ground.The vision turned hazy and blurred .I could feel the presence of a man or probably men .I was incarcerated.I failed to decipher the jargon they used to communicate.Moreover I was feeling dizzy,nausea had gripped me to the end.The churlish jailors were probably thinking of ways to deal with me.Were they going to extort me?Were they going to finish me???My head was in a full swing and I couldn't muse or ponder upon anything under the pain of the world perching on the my head.And then the whole world plunged into the sea of darkness and I was lost in the world of Pluto.............................................................................................................................

Chaperone

When days are short & nights are long,
I sit by the window to sing a song.
At times I can hear the owl's howling,
While at times its just a stranger calling.
Sometimes I just feel the warmth of the air,
But at times,its like a long,silent whisper.
While the ebullient trees dance away all night,
I sit back & watch a ballet of twinkling stars bright.
The moon winks & smiles,
While the local street dog whines,
I wish he was with me,by my side,
Chaperoning me into the bright moonlight.
Away from the world of cataclysm,
Into the silent journey to eternity.