The Dreamy Distance

The piercing rays of the white light,
Casts a pearly glow,stalking the ghostly night.

Though there reigns a serenity,all pervading,
As the tidal waves,a turmoil within resurfacing.

To pluck it for keep-sake is a desire so constant,
But the luminous orb is a dream,so distant.

The realisation, arouses a pain excruciating,
To repine,is a fate inescapable and binding.

The harder I look at it, the longer I stare,
It sinks in---its distance seems only fair!

In its own distant land,its an enigma,
Gloriously regal,in its beauty and charisma.

Who knows,maybe its glory just an illusion,
Up close,its but a mirage,a disparaging vision!

Harsh,deceptive and unyeilding is  reality,
Let happiness reign in the land of fantasy.
                                                               Chandni.

The Pain

It starts in a cranny of the heart,The Pain,
It courses through the blood and each tiny vein.
Steals into the sinews throbbing and rippling,
Gnawing ,clawing and ripping them apart,thus crippling.
Captured in its costricting grip,its an infinite anguish,
The frame, cold and numb  left to grovel and languish.
Oneday that wasted frame dries and shrivels up,
Pain  has licked the last drop from Life's brimming Cup.
But it has not been appeased and is certainly not done yet,
To drive in and twist the knife, it is but all set.
To see its victim in agony,writhe and groan,
It breaks into a dance to the music of another moan!
It thrives on their muted sobs and silent sufferings,
It perches itself on its altar,and accepts tears as offerings.

                                                                       Chandni.

Fatigue

A Soul A-Begging

She sits patiently,at God's door,
Her limbs tired and sore,
Her begging bowl and she,hardly astir,
Her vague,sunken eyes ,lack lustre.

'Devotees' come and go; generally
Mindless of the figure  in dirty white,
Some dole out a coin,a few, more generously,
Her silent plea goes unheard,for a bite.

Years ' of misery have etched fine lines,
A face with ancient wrinkles riddled,
Her skin,sagged and devoid of shine,
Her countenance,a tale of pain unbridled.

Once, long ago,in the distant time,
She might have been beautifully young,
Experienced motherhood,joyous and sublime,
Her heart might have skipped a beat, and sung.
   
 Until Fate intervened and drove a wedge,
Twixt her joy and contentment sheer,
Rendered it silent,in her, the warbling sedge,
She languished in the mire of grief and a pool of tear.

To her tale of infinite and unpronounced woes,
An ear was lent,patient ,and in no hurry ---
Her offsprings,on her, shut their doors,
Her hunger drove her to slavery.

Then,age caught up with her,
Her limbs gave way and eyes dimmed,
She could carry on, no further,
For mercy,The Blue,her murky eyes skimmed.

The world has,as always, been too hasty,
To stop and stretch out a hand to help.
The unfortunate soul knew no benignity,
All other souls,either dead or centred in self.


Her faith she had never lost,
The world has been unmerciful,
God, she was sure, at all cost,
Would bless her with His grace, bountiful.

So she sits there, not so much for alms,
She is unconcerned,who goes and comes,
Her lips move in prayer,for Death to hasten,
To claim her,a soul abandoned and forsaken.

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                                                                       Chandni.

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The Rain

It  rains and it incessantly pours,
They drop from the cloudy gloom,
The wind rides high and it soars,
The lashing waves,spell an impending doom?

Nay,the benign drops spell no doom,
They quench the thirst of the parched soil,
 Earth wears green and a luxuriant bloom,
Life,great and small,wake up to their toil.

Lightning forks the dark skies,
Ominous is the rumbling and the thundering,
Memories haunt,rememberances wrench out sighs,
The soul is restless and the mind wandering.

Fleeting across,the patches of grey,
Their destination ,do they really know?
The feelings rise ,thoughts stray,
I know not--to contain or to let go!
                                                 
                                                 Chandni.                  
                                            

                                             

Man ----The Beast

Man"s hunger never seems to be appeased,

God made them human with humanity,

But they choose to be beast,

Devoid of all that pertains to nobility.

"Peacefulness' is a thing of the past,
Man knew it,when he knew less;
Its whereabouts we are often asked,
I wish there was not so much 'progress'!

We are 'advanced',
We are 'civilized,
But that is so absurd --
We are nought,but machines stylized.

Stabbing and killing each other,
Bring them unending glory,
Them,it does not bother,
That their hands are bloody and gory.

The desperate cry and plea,
Of fellow beings in distress,
Are met with sadist glee;
We don't seem to,from this path digress.

"Are You sure,the One up and above,
This is Your highest creation?
Your fill of Divine Love,
Seems to have reached,the point of exhaustion."

Is there no deliverence,
From this debilitating state of unrest?
I think man's unconditional penance,
Will deliver us,then with sanity ,we will be blessed.

                                                                                Chandni.

Random Thoughts

Sometimes I wonder If I were not me and you were what you are,would we have still 'met'?Even if we had,would we continue to be strangers and then part ways.....unknown and unseen?