Silhouettes

"What is a picture of love in your mind" He asked
"Silhouettes in silence" She dint have to think long for the answer
"Silhouettes of mountains, rivers and valleys,
Silhouettes of towns, cities and skylines,
Silhouettes of children, men and women
No faces to face, no words to imbibe
Only the tranquil silence of fantasy
No colours to paint
No motions to distract
Only the soulful frame to capture the moment to memory" She added.

He did not understand. For he had never waited to see the silhouette.

Lisbeth Salander

I don't think I saw you smile ever
Unless they mistook the endurable smirk of yours
The best of peace I saw in you was not when you were set free
But as you took the first bite of pizza on the hospital bed

A survivor fighting back, that's not you
A victim seeking revenge, that's not you
A rebel breaking rules, that's not you
A lonely soul seeking love, that's not you

Thoughts and actions without social constraints
Never seeking acknowledgement, never offended, never pleased
Oh Lisbeth, how I wish I could even fare close

For all your  evading thoughts, actions and mind
For all the tangled characters you are within
For all the nonconforming righteousness you are
I am obsessed with you, like never before!

The wailing wall and the sandpiper

" Could you spare me the weeping?" Asked the desperate wailing wall.
" Oh dear oh dear..I come not to wail, but to wade...show me the rivers of sorrow...show me the rains of tears"
replied the ever joyful sandpiper.

Talking of many things...

Of flying ants--
"Give me wings, let me be the flying ants..if not the eagle
Let me fly high and soar the skies
Even if its for a single day"

Of colour--
"Sunflowers are yellow, so are mustard flowers
And you know..its not about the colour anymore"

Of wind-- 
"Do you ever think of the wild wind..
While you get lost in the magic tinkling of the windchimes"

Of windows--
"How beautiful is a view to the room through a window.
You can feel a piece of life from within..
And yet dream and wonder of the many more unseen lives beyond..."

Of sunrise-- 
"Will the darkness of the night be ever thanked
For the beauty it grants to the dawn"

Of winter--
"Oh the weeping willows of winter..
Do you see the sprouts of spring far ahead"

Mango chicken pizza

" No ma'am , as I said, it is not on the menu. I have been working here 5 years and I don't remember ever seeing that in the menu"
She looked again. The waitress was right. Mango chicken pizza was not an item on their exquisite menu.
" Are you sure you had that pizza from one of our restaurants? And how long back did you say"?
" I don't know dear...it must have been a long time, you see I am an old woman, and may be my memory doesn't serve me right, so that's fine. I ll just have a hot coffee"

But in her mind, she knew this exact spot is where she sat, many many years ago...on this same day...and she thought crazily enough, she could even recollect the unevenly distributed chunks of mango on their pizza.

She also remembered the tables were not so close enough then, like they were now, for her neighbour to intrude into their conversation.
" I know exactly what it feels like .. I had the same craving for Danish chocolate pastries. I don't know why they don't make them anymore. It's like you remember the taste,  and you miss it..and you just want to relish it again, isn't it?"
No! she was wrong. It was not about the taste or missing your favorite taste from the past. This was not her favorite restaurant and she even recollected she did not like the taste of what they called as their  signature pizza then. 

It was the moment she wanted to recreate...it was the overwhelming touch of inner joy she was trying to replay...to assure herself that one of her most precious treasure of memories was still safe in her heart.

Closure

Do not call upon me, winds of the valley

You carry the springs of life ...sprouting for the sky

But I am the crumbling land left of the autumn woes

Barely a life left to enwomb, merely an ode to sing

To the unborn children of the many miserable lives

And to the grieving hearts of the lost minds

May there be another shore to show you the light

Let the new songs be of fairy tales and less of elegies

May your sorrowful soul find the redemption it seeks

For, every one of the human kind

Wander for the closure of  broken hopes.

The Bewildered Soldier:Lost in the Divine Decree

Like the lonely melody of the flute in the moonlight
You hear it coming, nearer than never before.
Like the whispering wind on a cold mountain top,
You feel it coming, closer than ever before.


Not a soul cries for the faded rose
Withered in a silent cold desert night
Blown by the wind, buried in the sand
Lost in the unknown dunes of destiny
Never talked about, never thought about
Ever again in the tales of time.

Not a soul cries for the wounded sparrow
Dying beneath the crumbling autumn leaves
Soaked in rain, bleeding to death
Lost in the unknown harvest of destiny
Never talked about, never thought about
Ever again in the tales of time.

Not a soul cries for the weeping lover
Mourning over the dying nihilist
Suffering in soul, agony in heart
Lost in the unknown battles of destiny
Never talked about, never thought about
Ever again in the tales of time.


Like a soldier guarding the falling fort,
Standing helpless, yet ferocious in the battle ground
It’s a battle lost, to be forgotten in history
Yet you fight to death, lest you be called the coward

Down by the arrow, lies the wretched soldier
Lost in the unknown whirls of destiny
Never talked about, never thought about
Ever again in the tales of time.