Summer Rains

Laden wisps of the sky,

Deeper than the deepest dye

Paint the summer day dark,

Answering to some murmuring lark.

The dusty shades are all washed clean,

And some distant peacocks laugh and preen,

But someone sure knows the source of this treasure trove -

These are all but tears from above.

Untimely and uninvited, the rain still falls

Wet eyes see as melancholy crawls.

But thoughts still are drawn, staring at the sky,

If it can let go why can’t I?

Life is not like rain, for it is all in rewind forever

But rain lets go of the summer pain; that is for us to remember.

- Vaisakhi Mishra

First Rain

Poinciana has set the world ablaze

And tired are now, peacocks’ gaze

Waiting for the symphony of thundering days

And a dance in the fresh build puddle craze

A kiss of the awaited first rain

Against my dusty window pane;

Skies letting go of the mantle grey,

Transcending ruthless gleaming rays.

Rising tide and a splatter of life

A breath of earth, ignited by fiery strife

Nature’s spirits floating in the air,

Laden clouds on flower care.

Crumbling am I, in this scorching sunny clamor,

Holding on to thoughts of the cold shower.

These days will pass, so will the summer pain;

And drizzling eves will rule yet again!

-Vaisakhi Mishra

Photo - Google!

Swan Song

Ripples of hopes, dreams and life

Form and fade; my thoughts at strife.

But tranquilly I float on the blue tides,

To collect some moments to boost my vanishing light.

The long winter looms to take over the water

And freeze it – emotionless; Will it morn my departure?

The night chills, memoir of this haughty swan

That was once an ugly duckling - forlorn.

My world was this lake serene

The other side of this bridge still lays unseen

Wish I had some more days to stall

And just see the auburn aura, sweep again, next fall

Some last notes of my song remain,

But my heart pleads to rewind the whole tune again.

I fade to nothingness with the dead harp of death,

Yet rendition of my last song reverberates the lost notes of faith.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

Dying Dream

The mellow eyes quietly sing

To a slowly dying ethereal dream,

To stay some more and breathe to her

And not let her fall back to a lonely wall.

A caged bright bird flaps to dance,

To splash the beady drops of love

That form and slip off the glass,

Of her darkened lonely walls.

A broken heart prays for love to come,

And be the key to her self closed room,

And dance for a while in a starry night,

And break the fence of the lonely walls.

The hopeful face calmly sleeps,

Hoping her dream would come real once

And lift her again in its arms of love

And make her leave the lonely walls.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

p.s.- prompt "the lonely" by christina perri....

Random 2

Jazbaaton ke panno mein

Aawaz kahin guum si ho gayi hain

In hawaaon mein behkar

Baatein kahin guum si ho gayi hain

Roya hai yeh dil phirse

Jane kis baat se machal utha hai yeh kambakt phirse

Hanste, muskurate, aasuon ki barish mein,

Bheeg sa gaya hai yeh phirse

Kehte hum thakte nahi

Waqt ne hai sabko bante gum aur khushi

Phir jaane kyon ladhte hain hum kismat se

Jab sikhae woh hume jina zindagi

Ugte suraj ko dekh ke jana

Naya savera aaega

Chattano pe tut te lehron se jana

Har pal yunhi kho jaega

Thame pal, theherenge nahi

Jana in me hi hai jeena kahin…

Aazad kiye dar ke parinde

Thame nayi dor phir chal diye

Bas, khud ko khud se milane.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

p.s.-originally written on 15.10.11.....

SHOW ME THE LIGHT...

Sands of time etched by Thy feet,

Trace a path, visible in dark.

Shiny, shimmery grains of faith;

Visions of truth guide me, off late.

                 

Shadowed by enormous falcons of lies,

Blown by winds of gloomy times,

Washed by waves of sorrow and despair,

The path of hope is lost again.

I pray to Thee to come to my rescue;

Bless the sands one more time,

Show me light and art of life,

Fill my chalice with belief in Thy.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

ps-was a bit upset past couple of days due to unfortunate events in India....so penned this down... .

ENDLESS WAIT...

relate to this musical piece

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsFdsFFU6hM

Winds flow with tinge of love
Sky is doomed with self alone
I stare and wait to be with you
And Hope rekindle in my soul-

Time flies with swift birds
Burning sun is off with dusk
My tears shimmer in twilight’s flare
Still Hope rekindle in my soul-

Whispering springs remind me of you
Memories of you touch me like dew
I greet the moon with my rising despair
But I let Hope rekindle in my soul.

You and I will be together again
Wallow in snow, sing in rain
Till then I’ll stay with my endless wait
And wait and wait, till when I can.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

MORNING STAR

YEARS OF DARKNESS FADING AWAY

GOT JUST ONE MORE NIGHT TO STAY

NOW I'LL SEE LIGHT OF LIFE AGAIN AND AGAIN

ABANDONING THIS DARK DEN

WAITING FOR THE MORNING STAR.....

TO COME AND HEAL MY EYES

TO COME AND SHINE AND MAKE THINGS BRIGHT.....

RELEASE ME FROM THE SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT

THE DOOMED DARKNESS CRIES ALOUD

AS I SEE THE RAY OF HOPE

AND BUTTERFLIES AND RAINBOW DYES

ARE GONNA COME ON MY WAY ALONG

WAITING FOR THE MORNING STAR.....

TO COME AND HEAL MY EYES

TO COME AND SHINE AND MAKE THINGS BRIGHT.....

RELEASE ME FROM THE SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT

THE FEEL AND TOUCH WILL HAVE A SIGHT

FROM NOW ON FOREVER

I'LL SEE THE SKY AND WATER BLUE

AND SEE THINGS HOWEVER

THE GREEN LAND LUSH I FELT FOR LONG

WILL NOW GLAZE MY EYES

AND EVEN THE DARK AND ENDLESS NIGHT

WILL BE STAR LITE AND O MOON SO BRIGHT

COME RELEASE ME,

FROM BONDAGE OF THIS NIGHT....

COME RELEASE ME,

FROM SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT....MORNING STAR.....


-VAISAKHI MISHRA

theme- a blind girl is gonna get back her sight in less than 24hrs....n she is waitin....i 

A SOUL TRAPPED IN AMBER

-INSPIRED BY THIS PIC CLICKED BY ARUNDHATI CHATTERJEE....:)


n yes this is not melancholic....:P




LAUGH, AS MUCH AS YOU CAN
PITY YOUR HEART OUT FOR ME.
BUT PITY IS FOR YOU, NOT ME
EVEN THOUGH, I AM A SOUL TRAPPED IN AMBER.

YOU THINK MY LIFE IS BOUND IN THIS TINY BALL?
THEN YOUR THOUGHTS ARE WORTH NOTHING AT ALL.
CAUSE I TWIST AND TURN, WITH EYES WIDE OPEN
TO SEE A WORLD BEYOND THIS GREEN SPECTRUM.

I LIVE WITH WISH AND WITH HOPE
AND WITH THE FIRST OPPORTUNITY I'LL SURELY ELOPE.
YOU SEE YOUR WORLD FULL OF MISERY
BUT NATURE'S BEAUTY AND GLEAM IS ALL I SEE.

MIRTH AND HAPPINESS SEEM COALESCING IN ME-
YOU HATH NO EFFECT ON ME, FORLORN STYMIE!
PROCRASTINATE ME FOR HOW LONG YOU WANT
BUT I AM DESTINED FOR WORLD, OUTSIDE OF THIS BOND.

I'LL GLIDE IN SKY, AS A CARELESS BIRD.
FLOAT THE SEA, AND DO THINGS ABSURD.
WALLOW IN SNOW, FOR NIGHT AND DAY.
GALLOP LIKE A HORSE, AND DO THE WIND AWAY.

LAUGH AT MY QUEER WISH, O WHY?
IF RAPUNZEL WAS LUCKY, SO CAN I.
SO PLAY WITH ME FOR THE REMAINING TIME-
SOON I'LL BE FREE, LEAVING THIS PULVERIZED CHIME.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

HOPE.......a good start for everything i guess...

DRENCHED SHE STANDS

AGAINST THE COLD WINTER WINDS.

DRENCHED IN GRIEF AND DESPAIR-

THE MOON SHINES GLORIOUSLY,

AS NIGHT FALLS, STEALING

ALL HER DREAMS AGIAN.

SHE STANDS THERE,

STARING AT A FLICKERING CANDLE,

PONDERING OVER STRENGTH,

STRENGTH PUT UP BY THE WEAK LIGHT

AGAINST THE RUTHLESS WIND.

AND THERE, IT CROSSES HER MIND-

SHE STANDS THERE

NOW WITH "HOPE"

BESIDE A SEPULCHER OF MISERIES

THE HOPE, THE LIGHT WILL SUSTAIN THE WIND.

THE HOPE, THE SUN WILL COME AGAIN.

THE HOPE, SOON THERE WILL BE SPRING.

 SHE STANDS THERE

WITH A FAINT SMILE

FAINT, BUT STRONG

STRONG AS THE HOPE BUILT ALONG

THE FACADE OF MELANCHOLY, FOR LONG.

KNOWING, THINGS WILL HAVE A "NEW BEGINNING".

-VAISAKHI MISHRA