Monday, March 14, 2011

When I stepped back...

Delhi traffic..., originally clicked by Vaishali Ahuja.

Her growling made me thunderstruck
I tried to altercate
but could not voice up for longer
And my hands and legs started to quiver stronger.

Her face bulged out while she howled.
Her eyes were extra wide
with her eye buttons appearing almost out of her otherwise beautiful white face
And during this long she did not seem to be from the same human race
I thought to grow up my voice again
but my attempt went in vain.
Next moment I just sat down
My words were now blurred as I had lost the energy to reciprocate.

Soon I realized it had gone beyond the spheres
I stopped, stepped back and moved away with tears.

And this was end of some heinous unknown.

Friday, March 11, 2011

The Chisel of the Soul

Sculpture, originally clicked by Vaishali Ahuja.

The day you know
You hold the chisel
the chisel for your soul
You can emboss, carve
, and embellish it with the kohl.

And so is how you can in-sculpt
the creature lying within you
And furbish a shapeless, texture less piece of stone
into a magnificent piece of paragon.

As a pure soul you emerge
an innocent, flawless art by Thee
which has now been carved
to be able to merge within the Almighty.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

These days...

Impediment, originally clicked by Vaishali Ahuja.

These days, my mind is full of thoughts
and my heart is plethora of feelings
To let them flow out, I desire to put them on paper
but there is some friction, some impediment from within
which makes me keep them off to myself.