Life, Musings, Misadventures, Epiphanies by Arun Raj

One too many light-years it felt but , A silent drought just gave way; To a burst of misplaced happiness! A wind blew under my feet, tickling My failing senses amuck with sensations I thought lost & past revival. To spread arms and seeking to embrace each breathing And non-breathing gift - God’s mischiefs, Wished a heart that took to steps of its own! An orchestra - Violins, Bass & grand Pianos, Leave their stern conductors, to take a stance With the flutes, clarinets & trumpets in tango. The percussion, to its soul notes played Free of their maestros, in a rhythm unheard; To match each splashing drop of the impulsive rain that begun. As the world around took to its random heart steps The Gods gift the sun-pleasured earth with A stray shower sparkling in tints of pink roses & tulips yellow. A stubborn bolt of lightning, finds its way Through a lazy dark cloud, to the middle; And skid haplessly in the acoustic trance of the percussion. Smitten and their workday un-mind, ...

I could not have been clearer in thought than this morning. The reality sparkled as though the first ray of a dawning sun - evident of a new day's beginning. Beyond all the random clutter that spread across the vacuum of my incomplete life's distorted reality perceptions, it now sparkled clear. Every breath I took in I reminisced about what I had become – a resounding lull sustained with endless logic and reasoning. And in the lull, I stood helpless - What could I do now? In my inability to take a heart's stand on a truth that now appeared as clear as the purest form of faith - I lost her! I had failed myself! Time was one enemy - a tough adversary, always at its fighting best. I lost the silent war that we all wage with Time that builds false bridges between life’s desires and truth. In time I lost clarity of desire and truth, in time I lost strength, in time We lost faith. And thus, unlike every morning I knew today, I was waking up to a disturbing emptiness - without he...

A broken heart wishes hard, To mend itself from a few broken shard. Tears of blue blood, In fear of the next stray sword. Slayed by pain of wrought memories, I own a mind fray in vain worries. The last fall sparks a distant cue - All the play & games, ends in an unfair rue. I hold on to a tiny thread of hope, Lying await for your words of love speak to drop. I push harder in a stray hope To make you feel my silent hope. My last wish now, I wish a little harder; To stop my broken heart's leak! ~Arun Raj