Saturday, March 29, 2014

Mona Lisa

The utter silence of her smile
The subtleness in her eyes
Says it all, but softness

By lame silence and subtle weakness
Quietly peeking through ones eyes,
Through the observer,
She proclaims a place in ones heart

Seeking from one corner of emotion to next
She steals every breath out of him
Building a kingdom from it, she claims the heart for her own

She smiles; she knows about you!
She is kind. She is Godly
Yet, her smile stings you in the face, with ambiguity

As though by heavenly gift,
In one way or another
She becomes a part of you

Knowingly or Unknowingly
She loves you

Suddenly, as though by will, or, by force
She holds you and drags you by your heart
Is she deceiving you!?

Touching the soft spots in every corner of your heart
She sits calmly before you, in comfort
With glare in her eyes

Now that she owns you
Boldly, she stares at you

By delusion or illusion 
Or by love or lust
Like she has just poisoned you

At a place that is perfect.
She takes a moment
And reflects upon you 
the most ambiguous smile
Of all. . .







Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Social Network

What a development, a.. evolution, of life! There is more to, than read books or, say meet face to face I mean, "What's on your mind?" says facebook. What did you post today? say I. That's how you socialize today. Not to mention the amount of spams you get. What kinda tube did you share today? Sorry, I meant you-tube! Or you forget to try out the google-hangouts, instead? No wonder birds don't twit as much these days. Some day, men might as well hoot. By the way, when people start complaining on media it's called "barking!!" So, wurf! Wurf!

Mind

It's a wonderful world, but only if you think so Thoughts that are us thoughts that may be true thoughts that maybe false thoughts that make us alive "You can eat an ice cream" but the taste is in the mind What a mind boggling game Who needs an ice cream? When you can imagine Or, even dream Or, one can imagine that forever What a mind! Mind that is you mind that is me mind that is all What a wonderful world.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

The Art of Life

An ocean without water
A beat-less music
Or 
A pen without ink

THAT,
is how life feels,
Without purpose:
No love

But love is art,
The purpose, as art,
-to create what you love
The meaning of your life

Color, butter-fly,
Jingle-bells 
humming-bees,
      Or,

THOSE
rain-bows!

Which make you wonder!!
-'Tis art!!!
Strange and Beautiful.

If it's what makes you alive,
'Tis love,
The art of life

At least, that's what completes my ocean with water
Fills my pen with ink
And completes this poem with
The art of life