Almost!

I walk.
Not stopping as life drags on
Drawing on my near infinite will
to move forward and not turn back
I sleep
My once dreams are incoherent rambles
of a splash of colors and words
drifting aimlessly.In vain, I try
to find within that which I know I lost
I run
A little raindrop trickles down
on to my numb fingers 
Kindling a long forgotten love
Memories flash by 
vibrant, albeit for an instant
I smile
Happy to relive, resurrect 
memories from foggy recesses of my mind
colors to images, words to verse 
I pause
For a split second , and the fog thickens
Clouding my memories,
muddling my thoughts yet again
Leaving me alone , incomplete , empty
I walk away
Like I always do , mechanically
Trying to comprehend the loss
of that, that was almost mine.

Words - A Haiku Trial..

Verse , rhyme I wait for
Why do they take so much time?
From a (writer's) block away.


My first trial  at Haiku. Not even sure if I got my syllables right.. :)

Lost Verses

The rustle of fresh leaves,

The white spring flowers..

The breeze that brushes

my hair against my cheek

With an ever gentle swish

The calm solitude of pleasure

I try to hold on to for ever

As words dance to their 

Sweet melodious music

Across my mind's 

Green windy wilderness

Woken into reality

From my distant dreams

Pleasure turns into anger

As my verses get lost

Falling into the vortex of my 

Tumbling thoughts

Again..

Paperless

An idea lights up,

Words come together
Expressions seek a vent

And I open my computer

Willing my fingertips to caress
Those alphabets to motion

Arranging and re-arranging words

Sans life.Sans emotion.

For those words of yore I yearn
Words on paper with a pen

Crossed , scribbled ,doodled, torn

Lovingly caressed with a hand forlorn

A neat cursive here.A scribble there.

Ink blots ,Those little dots
Marks left by an unfriendly eraser
On the pristine white of paper

Longingly I reach for a pen.

My fingers stop with a quiver..
Writing a few illegible lines
Hard it is to please my jilted lover.

Weary I put the pen aside

Placing my thoughts umpteen

Into the tangles of the web

And call it Going Green.

Pages of my Life

Wholly and Entirely inspired by this amazing post  of my teacher, where she wrote about the Sepia pages of her life.

The pages of my life go on

Immaterial. In consequential.
Meaningless.

With colored reality for yester-years

Pages frayed
From nostalgic wanderings.

Some vivid , picturesque

Others with words in-significant

In tear blurred ink 

The present quickly fades into the past.

The pages turn fast
 As I watch aghast.

Staring at the blank pages ahead

Trying to enjoy each ,
As it unfolds before me.

To savor every moment as it happens

In a vain delusion that
The pen I hold will let me choose
The words  I like

Before it becomes a written page.

Another memory in my past.

Crazy Voices

The world is buzzing past me
I hear voices all around
Some talking to me ,
Some about me ,
Yet others about things beyond me
In this cackle of voices,
My voice feeble and tremulous
seldom aired, seldom heard
often self muted by the cacophony
Of the loud and senseless
Closing myself to the blaring noise,
Sit down I did to hear my voice
Only to be deafened
By the my own loud  silence
Thoughts took wings and
flew through clouds
Words rained down
with strength never seen
With no rhyme or reason they flowed
With a purpose of expression bold
Looking down at my pen and paper
scattered with senseless chatter
Realizing that my voice unheard
Had metamorphosed into a written word