silence is deafening sometimes!

Sound of silence
the silence is deafening sometimes
you know
especially when the crickets relentlessly chirr outside in the tall grasses
and the rain falls intermittently on the rooftop
no conversation
no exchange of any sorts
just an inner dialogue me telling you
how its lonesome without you
words spoken to myself in solitude
words only i can hear
words that wish to convey i wish you were here
with me besides near..
these forlorn late night blues i am unable to any longer bear...
the silence is deafening you know
cos when i speak to you in my mind
no words return with a response back
just a incessant chirring of the crickets
and the relentlessly falling rain
sliding down the terracotta tiles...
the cicadas too shamelessly add to the screaming silence of the night...
making me feel even more lonesome
and desperately wishing
you were besides!

For my son!

For my son!

Sitting by your side sweet child

I watch you sleep

Watch how your chest does rise with every breath you take

Watch how your eye lashes look against your high cheeks

Long and dark

They form a lovely arc…

Its been long since I sat by your side

and realize how much I have missed this by and by …

once every morn I would come and lie with you besides

and wake you for school

kissing your face and gently rubbing your arms…

even in your sleep sweet son

you could easily charm

and disarm me unknowingly of all my little fears…

now when I sit and quietly watch

I sense the flight of the years…

sometimes unseen tears held within

the recesses of the eyes chide me and frighten me…

I know soon there will be a time

when you will grow restless and want to fly…

that moment will come soon

and am not sure if I have readied myself yet…

but sweet child of one thing I am unafraid

a thought that my love for you is deep

residing within my core

my soul will always upon you bestow

its feelings of complete joy of knowing

that you began from within me

and will sail into the tomorrows

always fearless and always sure!….

let the words flow

When can you decide to write a poem, my friend...?
Poems happen on their own...
They are like the rain
The storms or a bright beautiful morn
they can also be like an ache in the heart ,
a dull feeling after parting from one's sweetheart!
They can be the smile on a child's face
or a toothless grin of an aged mom.
They can be like the arms of a lover
or a firm handhold of a friend ...
They just happen on their own .. .
anything written for the sake is just deliberate prose
posing as a poem
Write, my friend, when there's sumthing that touches you deep
something that makes you weep
and you just cant stop the words ...
like i write now
Cause a beautiful thought is making me smile
yet making me sad within
the dam would start to come apart if i tried to hold them in...
Those words that are more than what they mean!
Write then when the moon reminds you of someone near
or when the sky with its infinite blues
helps you get rid of your own blues...