Ashes in the Wind

And here comes the dusk uninvited to the burning ground

Breaching hesitations covered with the red tears

Ashes in the wind, trying to find a home in this dark abyss

All that smoke can be – to wander in its rusty nomadic home

Sparks from the fumes where the smoky flames were kindled

All that fire could torch was the form of expression

The forbidden bushes where denial rules and writhes

As a light feather the soul floats wandering paralyzed

Leaving transparent shadows of mysterious reality

The winds have covered a thousand cries beneath

A roaring widow, a hissing mother of a single child

Grappling with the wounds, assuming the being will survive

Look deep within the hollow immortal, give a reason to exist

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Daily Prompt: Flames
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Eroded Dreams

Our paths crossed
And the dust settled
Our dreams were eroded
Like life was flowing out
And I could not breathe

Everything seemed the same
You were no longer there
Not in my arms
Not even in sight
As I stood waiting alone

Gazing stars all night
And they would not fall
No luck for me to grab
Till the waves washed away
Illusions, day by day

No fear I hold
Bare feet cold
Smile with the winds
I was alive once
No second chance

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Shadows of reality

Shadows of reality
Darkness in prosperity

Don’t be a fool
You’re no more in school

Turn around
Listen to that sound

Its calling you by its side
You just should not hide

Run on this ground
Now cease to frown

Life is beautiful
You got to be a bit careful

Just untie your soul
Why don’t you wanna go

Stop living life in grids
Open up the lids

And fly at least try
Stand up again tall

Let life take a call
It may hit, every bit

And you cant go away
Coz You ought to stay

Dated: January 2010

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Expectations Getting Older

Angst getting older
Unfolded expectations
Buried years ago..

*My experiments with Haiku*

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

To Be or Not to Be

I often see disgrace in love
I often see selfishness in giving

I feel the force of hatred in me
I feel the shade
But its only a Tree

Sometimes to give
And sometimes to be

As loving as one can
And selfless as a bee

I know it as today
But tomorrow will I see?

A dream of togetherness
with depth of a sea

I don’t know it now
who will tell me how

or whether
‘To be or not to be..’

Dated: October 2009

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

An Untold Story

Painted Canvasses without blood
The desires dried dripping

Poured on demon like floors
Couldn’t devour the soul

The paints screamed for a wall
When kerosene washed them away

Brushes lie on the stained cotton
Looking at the easel in the corner

Silks stacked away, a story of life
Painted in crimson, clear blue

Incomplete it rested
Complimenting rags shoved in the carton

It only looked like she did not care
Neither did she look back once,

As her life was on a run, yearning
Meaning and fun, in wrong places

Years passed away, not realising
Once best friends were peeping, calling

Attention, care and caresses
Ready to be used up and thrown

So they could get a home
On the incomplete canvasses

Waiting to complete the story untold
A place where they truly belonged

*If my incomplete paintings, and the paints had feelings, they’d be really missing me*

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj