Ink Blue

Love could be beautiful, love could be sad and blue. This poem is about a love as sad as it is pure: it is ink blue. Yet, it is beautiful and mature like the autumn. It opens a portal to a parallel world that is limitless like the cosmos it self...

Ink blue

Meeting in their parallel world
A spectacular galactic, cosmic dance
Amidst starlit night and sun-kissed grass
Autumnal, just as their vital love
In wilderness unlit, no fake shadows cast

Near a pond moonlit, with creaks and croaks
Behind a boulder, next to a mountain-rose
Faint fragrance of the flower spread
Right there is where destiny had led

Sweet portal to a parallel world
And there they reside forever safe
The king, the queen, the ink blue night.

-Mx

Big Beautiful House

Big beautiful house
Ornate, enchanting
Pillars white
Stark, bland
Gardens lovely,
manicured, showcased
Grass carpet
out of bounds
Cold grey walls
Creepers pretty
Bell flowers in purple,
Cyan and blue
Fireplace sqeaky clean
Untouched
Sparkling glass
And window panes
Wooden floor
No marks no scratches
Walls plastered
No stains no photos
Paintings on canvas
With golden frame
Of fake scenes
Of some fake place
And from the window
In the west
A small cottage
Two rooms at best
A chipped wooden skirting
A chimney with soot
A baby gurgling
A puppy cute
A stained showcase
With mismatched photos
Of different years
In different frames
With winters in some
And in some, spring

-Mx

BEHIND THE BROCADE

Behind the brocade
Jute clad actors
Painted fake

Background orchestra
Sounds of symphony
Played on purpose

Lit for drama
Enchanting set
Audience gasps

Lovers deep
Singing pain
Real name unknown

Princess pretty
Angel in show
Scandal toed

Drama begins
Drama ends
Audience unknown

-Mx

SPROUT

We don't need arms of iron, but an iron will...

Sprout:

One last rain and the seed has burst
Out she yawns, a tender sprout
A lovely child, now she stands
Draped in green, unfurling out

She breaks the bricks and plastered walls
She cracks open the rocky earth
And as she sees the magical sky
Fills abundance where dwelled only dearth

Against all odds a little sprout:
A feeling or will, a longing or love;
Rises and rises towards the sun
And nests many a million doves

-Mx

Journey

JOKER

Are the ghosts of your past still haunting you? Are they preventing you to embrace your future?
Often we are so affected by our past that we are scared of our future. Some of us pretend to be happy hoping that if they would pretend long enough, they might actually become happy.

Time heals all, yes. But sometimes, to heal a wound you need to go through the pain of getting the stitches.

Do not be afraid of the pain. Not all pain is bad.

Whenever in life you wonder whether or not to take a chance, just close your eyes and imagine if the desired result is somehow obtained from that leap of faith, will the pain put in the effort be worth it?
If yes, then take a chance.

JOKER

Trapped within the mask of liberation
Unwary of his enslavement vile
Ceases to see through his mask
In circus for a long long while

"No more! no more! the show has ended.
Come home. Out of the mask, come.
Your skin ain't pale. No scarlet nose.
Your tent ain't your real home."

The joy of comfort, the notion of certainty
After one, the clock strikes two
Scared to see it any other way
Behind the mask, scared of new

Juggling fruits of past that lingers
Forgotten fruits that future may,
Sad joker in his happy mask
Unwary, juggles his life away.
-Mx

Magic

People

What really matters?

DE-ILLUSION

DE-ILLUSION

I know what I am thinking
is what I think I know.
In storms of grey ashen
and in pallid snow.
I am guided by warmth
of a stronger sun.
Or so I feel,
I won! I won!

At times I trod.
Trot trot I go.
Snow cold feet
press cold, cold snow.
So numb, so painless,
do I not feel?
Or is there warmth
in this mindless zeal?

I know what I am thinking
is what I think I know.
Or am I even thinking?
Do I even know?
I am thinking I know not,
Not nothing perhaps.
Perhaps there is bliss
When ignorance claps.
-Mx

BAMBOO

He asked bamboo why it was so hollow and bamboo replied "I am full"
"With what? " he asked, curious.
"Full of potential of course! Can you fill that what is full already?"
He fell silent. Amazed. Stunned.
Is it's hollowness it's sadness? Or is it a strength? After all, only those who fall can bounce back. Resilience has its prerequisites ...

BAMBOO
Flutes made out of bamboo
Such lovely notes they play
In noise of world are oft smothered
Their tunes yet here to stay

They chop them down in forests
Brutal as they can be
Yet in their homes in crystal vase
A bamboo shoot they see

Saddened, 'now' it is 'hollow'
In hands of ingrates and brutes
Hollow bamboo makes more noise
And oft, melodious flutes
-Mx

AWARE

AWARE

Wary not where I could reach
Aware alone that I must try
I know not how far I shall thus go
But aware I wish to fly

Unknown lay the threads of days
That shall weave into the future sky
I know not what colour the sky shall be
But aware I'll still yearn for high

Wary not when nights shall conquer
Or shall days be scorching sly
I know not how far I shall thus go
But aware that I do wish to fly

Unknown to all when rains may come
That shall quench the sands so dry
I know not how hot the times could burn
But I could tread if I do try
-Mx

HUES

If sad today, you could be happy tomorrow. These are just phases and they are meant to be.
What matters is that you keep your cool and not be jealous of some one you feel is 'better off'.
What matters is that you never be 'green'

HUES
Blue today
Pink tomorrow
Never green.
-Mx

"MYSELF"

"Myself"

In "my" throne, I sit "myself"
To all- a man of power
Sinless white "my" wall so white
High up, on the tower.

Through winters and warmth
I do breathe, "myself"
Cut a cake they buy
"Celebrate" smiling, "myself".

To all- a prince so priceless
They want to be but me
To me- a puppet in a show
Being painted upon, daily.

Sit by a wall, with head held high
My shoes snatched, no more mine
In rainbows in blues, with smile wooden
Polished each day, to rise and shine.
-Mx

LOST

Gloom invading :P (please don't get all gloomy after reading this)

This one is a rather pessimistic poem I reconsidered posting many times. Somehow I personally like the imagery.

Also, should you choose to read between the lines, it does emphasise in a subtle way that *our fears our only the product of our mind*. This is one possible good message that this poem spreads. (Note how the 'frightening frigates' are actually 'clouds') ("power" of the brain?)

*Optimism is when something always shines within you like the sun that always shines no matter how many clouds invade the sky.*

Pessimism is when you surrender to feeble clouds, overwhelmed.

They do say wars are won depending on both attack and defence. However the subtle yet significant battles of life are more about how strong your defences are and what are the odds of you (your mind) getting overwhelmed by and surrendering to matters that in reality are insignificant.
(This also sums up the concept of 'moh' or 'delusion')

*When you do realise these 'matters' are all but insignificant, you do not succumb to the pressure your mind creates and do not get LOST in the puzzles designed by it*

*our mind is our greatest asset and yet our biggest enemy*!!!

LOST

When I was a wonder that I am not no more
Sun shone regardless beneath greys cold and sore.
Those feeble greys are now such frigates frightening
Across oceans of former skies, with rain and lightening.
Ecstasy now a distant feeling too far away to try
No more I know how I even thought I'd someday fly.
Buried beneath I wonder what. Buried what? Buried why?
No more I know how I even thought I'd someday fly.
-Mx

BEFITTING

BEFITTING
Life is what I lost in this quest to live
In unfathomable mysteries and the chills they give
In me my breath lost in my very depths
A darkness black, only eaten by deaths
How in bits and pieces tiny, they leech
Magic and mystery and wonder impeach
'Breathe in' the winds yet 'breathe out' air
Raise arm not one yet ask for fair!
Empowered yet spineless, in power yet slave
Your fate befitting what you partake.
-Mx

THE RED OF REMORSE

As we travel through the ups and downs of life , sometimes we look back and regret certain tiny yet at times life-changing fate-altering decisions that were taken by us. If good, we hardly look back at them. Its when they pain like a gigantic thorn in the vulnerable soft human mind that things turn 'red' so to say. How 'red' is remorse?

THE RED OF REMORSE

After a long walk through the snows
He sat, old farmer at the table
A false belief used to grow in him
A lamp lit off a fable

But stars my peep at snows fallen
Not one shall descend down
Trees still, would shake off the flakes one day
Come sun, they will melt and drown

And clouds that sprayed them for else
In their own loneliness, forgotten
Drift across skies sucked into grey
Over fruits left unpicked, rotten

Old farmer of fields made barren
Retires by a fireplace that only chills
A bowl full of soup boiled, but water bland!
The blade of remorse thus kills
-Mx

Make a life...

GAIN A LOSS

In our day-to-day lives, how much to we lose to gain how much in return? Is a win-all situation even possible? Or is it that we need to prioritise what we can not do without?

PARADOX

This world functions in funny ways.
We often end up taking a path absolutely opposite to our desired intention.
In our non introspective approach we fail to see large craters that roughen up the intrinsic smoothness and simplicity of life...

You pluck those flowers O "saviour" of spring! Its time you wake up and water them instead.

  PARADOX

Beautified
Spring sealed in a vase of flowers
Flowers cut

Appreciated
Birds loved, adored and fed
Wings clipped

Celebrated
People part of life, late
Candles put

  -Mx

SWORD