Charisma

Posted in Poetry on February 2, 2013 by The Dark Lord

To see the mighty skies through the translucence of one modest marble

Held firmly betwixt trembling fingers caked with dirt

A bottled shrine of fearful ambitions lest they recline in labyrinthine alleys of the night

Sparkle of glinting gold, that courts the startling charisma of hope…

Will it fade as fleeting dreams of impecunious lives?

Or will an epitaph be etched in ink of everlasting glory?

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(Its been more than a year. Missed writing. A very happy new year to all my friends here in wonderful blogland.)

Change

Posted in Poetry on January 1, 2012 by The Dark Lord

I resisted when you wanted change
Unswayed I was, by the promise of new
So, holding on to the things of old
I lost you along the way..

Years went by, and change I did
Steered by the changing times
And through seasons of the old and new,
I missed you by my side..

Trudging along, down the cobbled streets
A slight limp in the aged feet
Pushed aside by the youth of new
I saw you walking by..

So here it was after eons had past
The beating of a deadened heart
The glory of an age old love
And we walked on, side by side..

 

A few spoken words..

Posted in Musings, Poetry on August 28, 2011 by The Dark Lord

As the months and years fly by, and I make the transition from a student to an office employee, and the gaps between my successive blog posts get inceasingly longer I feel I fumble for words, not for lack of any, but for the torrential deluge of words, fragments, phrases, sentences, even gigantic essays, and more. The images that engender such, get more varied, confusing, blurry, at times even conflicting. Often, the chequered shades have even surpassed vocabulary.
A few days back I celebrated my 24th birthday which, like many times before, remained witness to a lot of resolutions. One, relevant to this blog, was to write more and I truely hope I’ll be able to honour that, at least for some time! Here’s a short poetic attempt, in response to the One Single Impression weekly prompt, after a really, really long time!

In the silence of day
I walk you through my wheat field
Where spoken words mean so less
And you convey through expressive eyes
That glow with candour
At the golden harvest

Calm

Posted in Poetry on January 2, 2011 by The Dark Lord

Standing alone at brink of dawn
With lonely shadow for company
Wistful eyes, for what had been
Through winds of change, never more shall be

The distant din at midnight hour
When people laugh, when people cry
Distanced by a mere few miles
Calmed at this side of night

 

Posted for One Single Impression. Thanks to my friend Jim for the prompt this week.

Dawn

Posted in Poetry on June 19, 2010 by The Dark Lord

Go gentle into the night
Through the magical realm of twilight
On the lap of the scented breeze
And the evening warmth
Over distant meadows and other shores
Bracing the inky darkness
Further and further away
Into murky scapes of past
A fallen angel no more

And how I long for that blessed feel
Lost on me forever
But for the pale shadows
Of fond memories…

 

Exam Time

Posted in Musings on March 24, 2010 by The Dark Lord

I haven’t been blogging for a “really” long while, now.. and this time I can safely say, its due to the exam time blues! I’m now into my Final Semester Engineering Exams, the last of the lot, which caps a rather difficult (and interesting) four year long journey. During my school days, I had always aspired to be an engineer, and This Is Finally It, I guess. Actually, its difficult to comprehend, maybe, it’ll sink in once the examinations are over. I’ve been thinking of writing a sort of a “look-back” entry on my journey to and through Engineering college, these last four years. Maybe it’ll happen once the exams are done with..

Meanwhile, I guess I’m missing out on all the action here in blogland. I really, really miss blogging, and I hope to get back to it once I’m through with this. Friends, don’t forget me!!

Chaos

Posted in Poetry on January 15, 2010 by The Dark Lord

Dark alleys, murky lanes
The crossroads of destination
Amidst bustling humanity
Confusing crowds, conflicting emotions
Screeching tyres and honking bells
Conjuring an assembled chaos
A civilized melee…
Concrete walls with damped patches
Darkened by smoke and smog
Pale rays of the tired sun
Streaming in, with swirling dust
Meekly suspended in thick stale air
Ringing with murmured dispair