What we don’t say

Silence breathed in, is like bliss
Fills the void of something amiss
Moves without making a move
Fits smoothly in time’s lyrical groove

The questions will go unanswered
The truth seemingly so layered
Still read without being spoken
The words from a heart taken

The eyes looking at the ground
Looking away from the beating sound
Sliding on a slippery slope
Choosing between pain and hope

Smile, the trusted companion
The rainbow bridging the canyon
The still vibrant thread between you and me
Between past and future, and destiny

Endorses my silent plea for another day
When hopefully the time turns right for me to say
The incongruous words in a distant tomorrow
Of times when seconds flew by really slow

The time that, I suspect, may not arrive
But the idea, in other heart, will survive
Belief sails even in the face of a storm
Don’t we live to love, to transform?

- Ishan ‘tarang’

Make you smile

Why do I try to make you smile
Scattered tunes always trying to compile
The song which forever stayed juvenile
Never heard beyond the confined mile

From within can’t sieve the moment
Can’t convince my heart adamant
Beating second doesn’t have space for argument
And so the red love still flows resonant

- Ishan ‘tarang’

(Maybe more will be added later. Maybe.)

Someday it will

I think of the road not taken, the one with street lights
The one supposed to hold all the delights
Is it the craving for a brighter sun or a darker shadow?
On a sultry day I crossed the fence
Carving ways in the wilderness dense,
No fear of the consequence

Someday it will all make sense

 

The everyday day never ceases to amaze
The eyebrows, the smiles, the seldom gaze
Is it the meticulous freedom or the confused boredom?
The stage, the play, the masked pretence
Fill the half glass with overflowing romance,
Served with a dance

Someday it will all make sense

 

Music comes from the entangled strings inside
The lines don’t ask before they coincide
Is it the real deal or an impulsive zeal?
The dormant voice hides the bubbly impatience
The redness permeates the veins’ defence,
The silence before the moments intense

Someday it will all make sense

 

While it lasts, savour the love
Believe in the strings pulled from above
Is it problem of the plenty or the scarcity?
Cold winds make the memories condense
Heavy the clouds blow but not ready to dispense,
A tribute to the care immense

Someday it will all make sense

 

Though questions ring the bell all the time
I still miss opening all the doors sublime
Is it the lazy evening or the mysterious night?
Reading the book from the covers, I always commence
Why the answers reveal themselves only in a sequence,
Oh the great suspense

Someday it will all make sense

- Ishan ‘tarang’

What is

Love is different for everyone, not how the world tells you it is
Respect the courage when he tells you, the way it is
Life might be short but not the moments that come with it
Feel from your heart which can not hide the beats inside it

- Ishan ‘tarang’

In your hands

Hope is a good thing
And no good thing ever dies
Don’t think when you sing
Because no song from the heart ever lies

Feel everything
Because you never know what might surprise
Give each thought a wing
Because nothing succeeds before hundred tries

Don’t lose your zing
Without it nothing ever flies
Hear each string
Because you must know the lows and highs

Keep moving
No one else, only you need replies
Try, as many smiles as you can bring
Because in the end, there is no bigger prize

- Ishan ‘tarang’

(First two lines are from shawshank redemption. Something made me think of those and the rest just happened. Wrote it on my way to Sriharikota.)

One

(Composed, sitting on beach. Two small poems.)

Lingering in depths

Tides of memories will come
Ones which can’t be undone
Dent the rock that is this heart
Dissolve into the unconscious sea, become its part

Unity in adversity

Repeated splashes make them all round
All the same, just look around
Still each seeks to avoid the fate of the other
Tries in its own small way to differ

- Ishan ‘tarang’

You mean the world

I don’t aspire to be your whole world
But only to be a part of your story, be the first word
To be the song, every time which makes you dance
Not by chance, not just a single instance

I just want to be the eyes in which you first look
When you pour your heart out, like an open book
To be the first voice, you want to hear
When you are unsure and things are not what they appear

I just want to be that line of your poem, your favorite part
The one which just flowed, straight from your heart
Unmeasurable is the happiness, I derive from your one glance
Not by chance, not just a single instance

- Ishan ‘tarang’

(In response to a Facebook status!)

Lying Down

(Another poem written in less than 140 characters and posted on Twitter. It is probably the most ‘impulsive’ poem I have written in quite some time. Wrote it in under a minute. I know and at the same time I don’t know why I wrote this poem. Yes, it is that confusing!)

What do I do with wisdom
Which I cannot fathom
Keeps pushing the door
Away from something I adore

- Ishan ‘tarang’

(P.S Very likely that more will come on similar lines. Perhaps this will lead to a bigger poem. Or so I hope!)

Game of musical rains

Here are two poems I wrote in a cab, coming back from a meeting at 11.30 in night. It was raining outside and that got me working on some ideas! Been trying to write for many days but wasn’t able to get it out. Interesting trivia is that both are within 140 characters as I was posting them on Twitter.

Need more such impulses

 

Still Alive

Music I live for you
Rains I love you too
Drenched in your tunes
Dearer to me than fortunes
I can still hear you
Closer to me than I ever do

 

Falling dreams

City lights break into sparkles
Foggy eyes wait for miracles
Falling drops only make me dream
Of you, me and the world serene

 

- Ishan ‘tarang’

Waiting game

It’s always good to hear her voice, even over phone
Like the light from under the door that only momentarily shone
The flicker didn’t last as long
A reminder of what went wrong
The gap encloses my dream of seeing light
Of seeing the door open and ending my night
But resigned to fate, I now only search for shadows of my dear one
Hundreds have passed by but shadows appear none

(Built on a conversation I had with a friend of mine on Twitter. He wrote the first line. I responded with the second. And then I built it up with idea for conclusion coming from him. All this didn’t happen in sequence…pretty random )

His name is Leslie Xavier and you can check out his poetry blog at xavierleslie dot blogspot dot com. You can also follow him @poetbelly on Twitter where he indulges in micropoetry every now and then