Am I a Replica?

Am I a replica?
Haunting me
Ever since you left us
How can I be your replica?

Grandma saw you in me,
Aunt justified,
Uncle exclaimed!
Near ones choired
Finally….
Dad too felt!!!
I was your replica..
How can I take your place
When I’m hovered with diffidence?
But my mirror muttered
The truth..I'm not!
No one can
Fill your absence…
No one can take somebody’s
Berth in life…
Alas! We are ignorant
Of the Bitter truth!!

The Festival of
harvest and crackers came
Reluming the unfaded childhood
Memories of joy,fun and frolic..
Gone are those good old days….
Neither I’m a child now
Nor there is fun….
the memories lingers....

As the insipid life crawls
The bond of joy swirls and droops
In the throes of life
The heart throbs
But the stillness of mind
Keeps the heart alive!!

Harangue

Happiness...is a feeling which we get from the mystic bond around us.In our everyday life...we gain something and lose many things.If it is a material loss..we can recoup the same.But what happens if we lose our dear and near ones..or when relation breaks?Our heart bleeds...we moan over the broken relations...Can we redeem those?sometimes we can...and we try to saddle on the torn dreams.. No one can understand our grief and pain.Human relation is a unique feeling which cannot be expressed in words nor in actions...


HEART BREAKS AND THROBS.....

Happiness and joy dwindles
Choked with emotions...
Memories of beloved draw tears from eyes
Torrents flow...through eyes...
Nothing can prevent those briny tears
Shed for the withered relations

Our melody shrinks..and trembles
And fail to utter words....

Melancholy flows-head over heel
Crumbled heart sings a dirge
With a cadence of sorrow
and a dolorous expression..
along with a collapsed rythm .

Misery of clod captures the mind
Through the corridors of dark..
the mind crawls..thinking
of the broken relation..

Walls and windows remain
as a cojuror for the elegy and torment.

Head and soul ponders over the lost...
and curse the drossy life..

Scrawler And Sorrows

I lived in my world,
In my space,
Like a free bird…
Free in my thoughts and dreams
But sorrows followed me.

I prattled and smiled,
Laughed and clapped,
Romped to the rhapsody,
Still.. never free from sorrow.

I ate and slept,
Dressed, waved & strolled,
Wished ....I could be..
Free from sorrow.

I opened my eyes..
And gazed....
Saw the world around...
Began to think..
At last I forgot the sorrow in me.

Scrawler In Thoughts...

I am a scrawler in thoughts,

A scribbler in letterIs,

Thinking of the future,

Lives in the past,

Trusts the tomorrow,

And loses the present.

Once for all I realize

How true the quote is

“Time and tide waits for none”

Whenever I take pen to write,
Unknowingly my pen
Draws a portrait of yours….
I donno why?

When I saw the world of paradoxes…
My heart was echoed with your words.
You taught me only the real world..
But I fathomed reality is out of reach.

You told me to smile and laugh..
But life is not about smiles alone
I grasped the real life in tears
and it tutored me the reality.

You taught me to read and write,
You gave me talks on life.
Each day was a life for me
I drew out many things beyond
Finally I agnised life is
about living and survival