Her yellow scarf

My blue socks

Lost Buttons

Little ribbon

My watch

Her lipgloss

Lost keys

Little Time

Her tablets

My glasses

Lost memories

Our little Life

---Kris

BLANK and WHITE

I am sitting with an Inkless pen

On the black rocks looking high

To pen the story of existence

Without a myth to defend myself

Days of crystal white sky above

There once I sat amazed and alone

Gazing at the white sky with no fear

As it spread like a sacred desert

Covered by the night smog from distant fire

And spreading its scent of infinity all around

Endless white and unanswered questions

Signs of surrender and peace so bright

All across the white blank heaven

Slowly it dissolved in the mystery

Just leaving a proof of its existence

And giving me unsolved new puzzles

A new one every single time

But in no time its white again

Leaving me clueless and more amazed

Seasons with colours and grey passed

And im still sitting with the inkless pen

To pen the story of existence

Aiming to break silence of the wind

To solve the blankness spread wide

My story of existence will begin

When the white blankness clears

Giving me words and lines to write

Till the day the divine sky clears

Ill be waiting with my inkless pen

Gazing the white sky spread above....

---Kris

Its has to rain

Eventually it has to rain
Sky has to go dark and cloudy

Then a moment of windy silence
Leading to a never ending downpour

No matter how hot the summer was
Melting our green earth to brown




No matter how the clear the sky was
Like the vast wave less ocean above us

Even if its the spring time coming ahead
Or the dark winter days coming up

Sky has to go dull and gray
Waiting for the word to spread

Then a moment of anticipatory hush
Leading to an awaited cloudburst




For the dust to settle into its place
After flying high and wide from its blood

It has to come back with the deluge
For a new beginning and rising

Be it spring time ahead or the dark winter
It has to rain..Those drops should fall...

--------Kris

Limerick

After Haiku...it was Limerick which again started the craze in me and Ram to pen down some lines at office while taking breaks from work. Oh Gosh those were the days...gmail and syllable counts...:D :D

What is a limerick??

Wiki describes : A limerick is a five-line poem with a strict form (AABBA), originally popularized in English by Edward Lear, which intends to be witty or humorous, and is sometimes obscene with humorous intent.

Like Haiku it's not just the syllable count, but rhyming and the toughest thing - the humor....
Salient features of a Limerick are:

1. It is five lines, single stanza poetry.

2. The syllable structure goes like this 9-9-6-6-9

3. Unlike haiku, rhyming here plays a great part. The first, second and fifth line should rhyme with another and third and fourth lines have a separate rhyming.

4. The first line should end up with a place’s name. (something really important)

5. It is supposed to be FUNNY (challenging!!).


So here goes teh first Limerick by Ram, which INTENTIONALLY is written on me....should i be happy?? well the dedication is sweet but he called it a Sitcom (God he can never be all-kind )

I Met a smart rabbit in Madras
With a special aura so wondrous
And with red hot temper
And Very horrifying anger
Still she is royal as a Heiress

Sunset

Everything faded away like a sunset
May be night came in at a wrong time

Stars and moon gazed frm the high skies
And my heart and lyf wer worst ever blue

I sat in the seashore alone watching waves

Each waves showed me days we shared in the past

As the night grew older,Tides were at their lowest
The night and darkness faded slowly to dawn

Waves were blue and even the sky slowly turned blue

It was me in the seasore watching the same sun

I saw it set,wen my heart shattered into pieces
I saw it rise,pushing me to the dawn of darkness

Sun was bright and brighter colors all around

Walking to my room I saw the world in light

I looked at the sun in despair..The same sun
Thoughts of that sunset pierced ma broken heart again

Ma world became colourless thn black and then dark

I ran into the deep darkness away from the light

So far that I slowly faded away from the world
So far from sun and its light,I walked into duskiness

Slowly faded and found myself invisible in inquity...

Bubble

With the light air inside

Swaying selflessly in the air

So light as It will burst

Into a thousand droplets

If I try to touch it

To feel is altruism

Away from the single source

It flew up slowly to the sky

With its shining shell of beauty

Showing me its colours in a spectrum

Of a single ray of setting sun

Inviting me to touch it

To feel the selfless way of life

Asking me to break the shackles

And sway in the air like the bubble

So humble and gentle up in the air

This might be just an illusion

Mere Fantasy or a dream

Still i see it swaying in the air

With enchanting shell of beauty

Inviting me to touch it and feel it

So selflessly to burst into a thousand droplets.......


----Kris

I will forget you one day

Pre Script :

Ok.so Ram is far from home..i mean he was already far from home..given his home is in Calicut and he was in Chennai...but now he is far from Chennai 2....he is in a small tiny miny place where his "branded" stomach refuses to digest the local food..he told me that even Lian (one of our very caring colleague/senior/friend) has allowed him to skip food...because the food is actually bad...i doubt whether the following poem is just an outcome of his empty stomach, occasionally filled with tender coconut???...anyways whatever...

he told me that he is again seeing rainbow in dark night sky (this once happened b4 and the result were a bunch of poems on love which i think i have published, may be or may be not..)..i wish he is ok...but then his insanity is the only sign of him being in his senses ...lol :D :D.....

he exclusively asked me to check out this poem when he seldom mentions about his writings in any of our conversation...its a silent Gmail affair ;)....he told me he is into "realistic sadness" (a poetic term coined by him?..may be who knows) and that the poem ll prove it....

now when i read this i am sure of two things...

first the realistic sadness is not a term coined by him..the poem is reallly a reality and sad...

second i know tender coconut has nothing to do with the poem...it has to do with a real person..sad as it may sound..but i know its no fiction...anyways sit back and enjoy...

I will forget you one day
The days of million emotions we shared
Discussing things of which we were scared
I will forget all these one day
Like the day fading into its dusk
Our promises will fade away into the dark


New relations and more people between us
Will make us shout to hear each other
Where once we heard each other`s heartbeat
Even when we were miles apart

Impatience of the infancy will grow up
Even if we never wanted it to happen
Life will go so busy for us
Leaving us less time time to turn back
And thus our past will fade away
Into mere dusted old tales of life
The same past were we celebrated our relation
Like a new beginning till the very end of our life

As the melting glaciers of the poles
It will be very slow,but still melting
Just like the way we came close
I will forget you one day
Place you in my shelves of past
Which I rarely or never go through
I will forget you one day
Just like the way we met one day

--------Kris