Rest, no more!

Gone is yesterday, why still

thy sore bleeds, the unpleasant history

as Man killed man, with knives and guns

now they fight, a battle of words?

will you never learn to heal

take what you get and leave?

Wait, some more,

and then turn back; forget

what we had seen till yesterday

Pretend some more, like it never happened.

Why, then why

do we cry this fear away

of glorifying our past and present

let us hide into our mother's wombs

and cradle into our graves

till we find ourselves again

and face life, with a crooked smile

Stand tall and look at the flaws

and fill the voids by our own hands

like a sculptor, repair and re-create.

What has been, has gone

and what shall remain is what we do

now, for now

rest no more,

It is time to awaken thy soul.

Rest, no more.

To Love

I can never hate you.

But only love you.

And remain as distant

as nearness could never be.

Yet as near, as the sky and its horizon.

To love, is not pain

But the essence is detachment.

Both separate, yet entangled

like drops escaping the dark clouds.

We are no different souls,

yet we thrive in our own worlds

Never to meet again

until, the other side of this moonlit sky

Far, off into the emptiness of this night.

Are you Shweta?

I am glad to have some great friends in my life.Most, I found,on Facebook! It is almost unbelievable how strangers, go on to become such amazing friends! And it all starts with an Add request! Amazing!
So, I was doing my usual routine "check-up"..scrolling into windows of facebook, gmail, blogger and google almost in a coterminous manner. Suddenly, I got a "ping" i.e. a friend opened up a chat window for me. And asked me if I could do him a favor.
Well, usually this phrase "Can you do me a favor,please?" to a blogger, hints that the person wants you to mention him/her in your blog. Which is a Strict NO for me!
So I quite hesitantly agreed. 


This is what he had to say,




"Priyanka,


I love a girl. Her name is Shweta. We are no longer together, and though I know where she is, I cannot contact her. She doesn't want me to. But, like every year, I want to gift Shweta something. Can you help me? "
If I hadn't seen those words, I wouldn't have had believed them!
How can I be of any help, I wondered.




I want to gift all the Shweta-s who have their birthday on the 28th of December. Please help me spread the word!
So here I am my friends.. Shweta, if you are reading this, my friend wants to gift you something.


Love is so succulent.. So Pristine.
I wish I could ever Love truly. But I am only human, to err.But I still try..To Love.
As humanly as possible.

If you can, just share it around among your friends and circles and do get in touch with me if you do find someone named Shweta who has her birthday on the 28th of December!

I love you because I need you.
To
I need you because I love you.
To,
I Love.

And the Need evaporates like mist..As I touch the blue sky and fly high..

The Flight

Funny indeed, the bits and pieces

of artsy conversations I hear of you

here and there, somehow somewhere

And I laugh, in despondence.

Abated, even ignorance denied

Metamerism, as if a catalysis in a reaction

it stirs in me, a jolt of many accords

How much, time flies, and voids become the walls

with no mercy, un-porous resilient boundaries etched

crowning the end of what was Us.

Let the blaze quell, it's slime

and I shall forget you, said Neruda to me

as you have forgotten me,

And I shall sway my arms out at the sky

and fly away, high.. high..

As I bade you, Goodbye..