The dawn of the parlance

The time thus stopped, still Between then and the now, Then was forever beautiful Now is undulating but infernal. Forever is hence a myth, Tied between the bygone And the moments yet to come Stuck, unmoving and dead. The rise of an era, indeed Was not a beginning either, It was called upon by turmoil And the sacrifices of all. Them all, gave up all they could Left behind what they had, They managed to flee, evacuate But couldn't untie the chain. The chain that was tied So fast around their souls, Choked, breathless, unmoved. They cried, longed, lamented. The emotions they were bound to Took a toll on them once again, The empire did rise again, Them, all, remained the same!

Well, life is nothing but a catalogue of ideas that exists somewhere, waiting to get substantial! Take a form or maybe be loud enough for the world to hear; not as an echo but a whisper… The thing about whispers, Well, thy are heard yet unheard! Understood yet unknown language for many. Whispers, seldom become audible but the tunes are soothing, the feel of being unheard yet heard by somebody. More often than usual it is our own soul doing the role. But such introspection sessions are common, as common as an Unicorn on the road at the countryside maybe! The thing about Unicorns, Well, they are magic. Magic sounds surreal but yes if you have the courage to believe in it; it won't disappoint you. Those 'serene' creatures are nothing but miracles. Wondrous souls that are created with the blink of an eye; with the movement of the wand I guess!

That small restless kiddo! Overheard, shouted "Just nine" Waited for the months to end Till August things were fine. It didn't bother him till eight, September was his favorite... The ninth month on calendar Waited forever to savor it! He was waiting, he is still...but The wait became too long, He waited, danced on one leg, Sobbed, singing his favorite song! The last date was the best, He thought! Moulding the clay, The form he made, of a face... Much like a mask, it'd stay! He painted few drops, with blue A little real, a little messed up. Blue being the fear, he trembled Dropped the paint, it no more resembled! What was in front, still blurred his eyes He thought he'll manage the mistake, He was sure he'll twist the story, Mould it in his creative wake! He took the brush, made it all blue, Dropped the initial plan, thought, "Blue is the new you!" Still, with the heart he fought. Heart wanted few littl...

The Dawn of the Parlance: THAT STRANGE LOOK : Off to a midnight saunter Into woods not so green I saw someone gazing strong Afraid to find out and lean. I stood there still and...

Off to a midnight saunter Into woods not so green I saw someone gazing strong Afraid to find out and lean. I stood there still and small Choosing between stay and move The gaze took control of me Telling me things none could prove! The Fear of unknown built up Shadows growing strong and dark I felt a shudder in my soul,, The thought of bygone, left a mark. Taking a step back, I thought Would mean a peep into the past Heading forward being the best move This fear will then not last. I ordered my brain to stop the game Gave the power to the crimson beast I knew it would be fair and right Former always stole the feast. Now I was out of the woods, Woods that were never green. I came and saw the mirror, The gaze I feared was mein!

Innate feelings are irrational Rising above nearly floating, Just like, a poem lies inert after being read, unmoving! That inertness being an end The ultimate destination Lying just there, once loved Its incarnation or cremation? That feeling once they felt Now its long gone, the past! For they read it and forgot... The words still there, my last! Writing for me is my salvation It shows me the truth unraveled... I write and then I realize  I AM ON THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED...

'QUIET' Whispered the wind... 'RETIRE...!' The moon opined... 'ANGEL...' Thus the sun resigned! The Universe rejoiced, Unicorns perfectly aligned! Time perfectly designed... Their exultation voiced! Endearment hence enjoyed! That's exactly how it is When they are together, Heaven, an innate bliss! The whimsical Master, And the vivacious Miss, They're a perfect match A triumphant eve it is!!!