Convoking phantasmagoria !

The Story

2009-12-22T03:55:00.000-08:00

Under a candle, when the lights are gone,

Opens a story of an earthly swan.

A bird it is, or a flying dream,

Who knows it now? Nobody it seems.

But I do know a little deal of it,

Some stories of a merry defeat.

Such times are only, when love if found,

Stays growing each day, and very unbound.

A story which makes me wonder more,

And wander away ,to me assure,

My liberties to take in the mingling thoughts,

Will remain with me no matter how you sought.

You wonder what I wonder though,

I rhyme my words, and here you go..

I wonder at times, what it could be,

That holds on water to a sea.

What eyes and words, in common behold;

What is said, when everything is untold.

What to the sky, the stars could mean;

What to the dying are the rains unforeseen?

My mind in denial, my heart doesn’t talk;

Yet joined by something, together they walk.

Unknown bondage, an invisible thread;

Wrapped up two worlds, in a single spread.

Why distances at times do us apart,

Why there are times, when we remain one at heart.

Questions like this, are many but few,

Such is the story, of me and you.

-Alisha

I Have Poetry

2009-06-26T22:48:00.000-07:00

In the sounds of the daylight;
I do feel it somehow
There is poetry in my heart;
And you’ll help me to get it out.
But don’t do it again, like you did it the last time
You left me alone, with my words to rhyme.
Like the rains do go away,
But I love it when they come;
You bereft me of all the love,
But I am still left with some.

Let me say just a word,
And you tell me you know the rest of it.
Fill up the spaces in me,
And help me feel, you were in need of it.
But don’t leave me to fill, my spaces on my own
I have lost the ability to heal the pains unknown.
Like the rains do touch me,
But I want a closer touch;
You place your hand on my empty heart,
And fill it up as much.

In the silence of the night sky,
I feel it how, I know.
I have poetry in my eyes,
And you’ll help me to see it through.

-Alisha

The Sun & You...

2009-06-16T09:42:00.000-07:00

This time of the year, everytime if you see..
I remember the times, when with you I'd be.
The way we shared the same icecream
The way you covered my face with yours
When the sun played with my eyes..
When you would burn your feet, in the sun,
So that I would not burn mine..
That was some wonderful time..
The time now, is different though..
The sun stayed, but you did go..

-Alisha

Some times, often remind us, of times gone by.. there has always been a tendency of a human, to get closer to his past, when it has left him.. when it has already taken away something, without which..the future seems nullified.. The summers seem to remind many people of many things.. Pain, heat, umbrellas, a long wait for the rains... many things.. it reminds me of a feeling, of empitiness...Empty now because, some spaces had been filled well same time of the year.... many years back.. :)

My Dear Flaws

2009-04-11T06:08:00.000-07:00

A mirror to me; they wish I had
Like many thousands, who do today.
I would judge my every step,
And want to be, the other way.
I would like, to stay away;
From those who force to let me out.
And I would start my every day,
With many a questions, and a doubt.

Perhaps with me, I’d have a friend,
Who would tell me I was wrong always. Perhaps, it would be only then,
That I would learn to mend my ways.

But, I am Sorry, my dear folks;
Who think my mistakes, are gory and dark.
I am Sorry, my dear friends and foes, Who think I would never leave a mark. For, to you my loops and spaces,
Might seem just too big.
But to me, forever;
They’ve been the things I’d like to keep.

To you forever, they’ve made me look small;
But to me, they are why I am tall.

So I will never die, quenching your claws. They make me who I am, my dear flaws.

-Alisha

The Day you know...

2008-12-11T02:35:00.000-08:00

It is a beautiful thing to feel sometimes;

A beautiful thing to feel the chimes;

Of unheard tales, that rule the skies;

And the oceans that gently deny;

Existence of any shadows gray;

But where the laughter is let to stay..

It is a shallow feeling to let the beats;

In your heart, just hide and unevenly seep;

In your soul that feels hollow and empty;

And live through dreams, never achieved yet plenty..

So what to do when the urges swell?

Whom to go and the stories tell?

And where to find the answers and solace,

And how to find a big warm place..

For the dreams that you stored for years so long,

And all the lyrics, of the heart filled song,

That you chanted for all the while,

But no one knew and your traced out smile.

No where but yourself, you could reach,

And find and end to the tainted breach;

Which kept you away from whom you were,

And swept you away from the magic fervor;

Think of it once, see how you feel;

To get to life and take off the peel;

The peel of settling years of dust;

The peel of faults now set to rust.

You will be set free, and let to breathe;

There will be no ignorance, in any deed.

Arms will be wide open, wherever you go;

Who you are, the day you know.

-Alisha

(Positivity takes a lot of time to build, but when it is done, it stays forever..)

Forgiven now

2008-11-13T20:15:00.000-08:00

Forgiven the past for what it did to me,
Walking along a pebbled path.
A faint smile may give company;
And there's no care for aftermath,
For now,there is no burning sun,
Which once showed me the road to take.
For now there are no prayers done,
To cure the feelings which turn so fake.
All that is left, is some life in me;
Which forces me to walk ahead..
All that is left are some memories;
Which tells me what not is dead.

Forgiven the past,
For what it did to me.
Forgiven the pains,
That kill me still.
Forgiven myself,
For caring to cry;
Forgiven the well of love gone dry.

In me,a falling inflection of the voice,
Holds me still, so still, to make a choice..

-Alisha

What I feel for you

2008-10-16T01:05:00.000-07:00

Pages of unreal stories fail to say,
What I feel for you today
There is a sacred feeling in all i do..
All the while I smile,
I've been thinking of you.
In every prayer,
I wish its you who I see..
When someday the sun, sets down on me.

Want to be in your arms,
when I breathe my last

And close my eyes,
To drown in the merry past..

-Alisha

Love to me is When

2008-10-16T00:58:00.000-07:00

Love to me is when,
Your thoughts are rekindled;
And my thoughts come to me when,
I promise them a trip to you.

Love to me is when,
Not just two bodies and hearts,
Accept each other,
But also when,
The minds and souls begin,
To purify each other.
Love to me is when,
We are together...

-Alisha

Canvas Of Life

2008-10-16T00:52:00.000-07:00

Let us together work on a canvas;
Let us paint it in every hue..
We shall call it "Life" then onwards,
Let it be just for me and you..

We shall have two halves of the painting;
One with me and one for you.
You shall gift me the one you have,
And I shall gift you mine too..

-Alisha

Was it always meant to be this way?

2008-07-01T01:20:00.000-07:00

Was it always meant to be this way,

Or is it , just a dream that I see?

Why would I see this dream at all,

Did you ever think of you and me?

Was it always in our hearts and minds,

Was it something we would never show?

Did my eyes always look for you,

Did you always wish I’d never go?

Is it true in all the fights and tiffs,

You felt that I’m the one for you?

Do you feel like you’re in love with me,

And do you know that I love you too?

Is it like I never thought,

Will you be mine for true?

Will it be a fairytale ,

Will it be us two?

Every time we would be together,

Why were our words uniquely addressed ?

Even though the lips, could never speak it out,

Why did we hide , when the eyes confessed?

Even then, when we were together,

Didn’t we feel like being closer?

We posed like winners of the world,

But hearts to each other, were big losers.

And after we had crossed a phase ,

Didn’t we think, we’ll forget it all?

But wasn’t it like, we stood where we were,

And time could not move at all..

On lips and words, we still do fight,

But we love to feel the meeting eyes.

And why is it, that we still don’t know,

That we have always loved each other,

With moments the love tends to grow..

-Alisha

A touch to die for

2008-06-15T22:32:00.000-07:00

The stillness of the moment.
When my senses melt away
Gives way to a dream;
Poignant in nature.

This one moment, overflows,
To tranquilize , a lifetime.
The alluring pain, is held,
With hands of the soul.

A soul, which is and
Which is not, sentient.
Feeling , and perceiving, the warmth,
Of the sting.
Not being able to feel,
Any other touch.

It is the touch of love,
A touch to die for.

-Alisha

The Awaited Kiss

2008-06-15T22:14:00.000-07:00

An empty, deserted boulevard;
and two people, who've come there,
TO share some time, and thoughts.

They sit on a stony bench;
Below a tree, who's shedding her leaves.
And in solidarity ,they drench.

He glimpses at her, every now and then;
She asks him what it is?
He says for long, he's been in a fen.

She looks into his eyes, to find,
What kept his thoughts flooded?
Was it the time they left behind?

He smiles and says,he missed her well;
And there is no refute.
But his lips keep moving, as if there is more to tell.

She stands up to leave;
But he holds her back;
His heart he could not deceive.

He brings her close to him.
He holds her in his arms.

They eavesdrop what their hearts speak.
The eyes seem to say so much now.

A sultry zephyr touches their souls;
Fly them to oblivion;

Unaware of what they always wanted.
The ebbing distances;

A little lust and all the love,
Dance immersed in passion.

The touch of lips;
The melting of souls..
The moment that said it all,
"The Awaited kiss"

-Alisha

Irony.

2008-04-25T07:15:00.000-07:00

Foggy yet conspicuous;
Shattered yet held together.
Arms of the same human.
One palm, holds in it, what it already has.
Time flows by , the palm is filled still.
Another fancy dream comes along.
The second hand runs to hold it.
The other filled palm, loses what it had,
and it falls down.
Perhaps what is taken for granted ,
may leave us and go.
But nature has a way with irony.
Irony of its own kind.
The precious of the previous day,
has fallen, yet remained, where it was.
Awaiting, for this hand to come,
back again and enthrone it.

-Alisha

Magic is bound to happen

2008-04-25T06:59:00.000-07:00

When not together, words seem to take up,
an unending flow.

There is so much to say and so much to hear.There is so much to understand, and explain. There is so much to feel and make feel.
But when , togetherness come into being, when the separation for so long is over, words lose their path. Words themselves, are lost.

Glances and glimpses , shy smiles, obvious blushes say it all.

Hidden ways of noticing each other , small implications saying "I am there" , naughty smiles , and pondering around each other yet not saying anything , all of this makes the heart feel a strong impulse , makes the love and care pass from one heart to another.

Hold on to yourself.Let words in real sense , do it for once. Let it happen fearlessly. just for once.Magic is bound to happen.

One of a kind..

2008-04-24T08:31:00.000-07:00

Pains of the hollow soul;
Soul that was emptied;
Emptied by your magic touch.
Your magic touch, which was an irony.
An irony , to my existence.
My existence as a whole.
As a whole , being far or close to you.
Neither was I so close,
Now was I so far,
That you could not breathe,
That you could not find me.
Emptied souls of solitude,
No other I find.
You left me bewildered,
and one of a kind.

-Alisha

When..

2008-04-24T08:22:00.000-07:00

Distances never end,
When i need to reach you.
Summers never come,
When I need the road dry.
Rivers remain still,
When the boat needs to move.

I face slips and falls,
When I need to climb.
You never look back,
When behind , you leave me
Bleeding and weeping,
And there is no herb to heal.

-Alisha

Yesterday

2008-04-24T07:50:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, the "today" I live, becomes , a chunk of reality pulled out of the "yesterday" I survived ; tossed up with some experimental inferences i made and the little experiential knowledge i have ; served with a dash of naturalistic implementation.

Not all that I know, and all I do;
Is something fresh and something new.
Some lessons learned were here to stay,
As oblivious memories of "Yesterday".
To let go was when, I did not look back,
To all that turned, the bright to black.
To hold on was when,I walked with it,
All that filled, the deficit.
Sometimes I died, with a throbbing pain,
And wept to heal, but all in vain
. Yet again, at times , I was born;
I softened all the pricking thorns.
A practiced smile ,and hidden tears,
Were friends in times ,of silent fears.
I was with me , when the smiles were true;
And life existed in every hue.
'Each day is a gift, that we call "life"
A gift of comfort, a gift of strife."
These easy words, were hard to learn.
The road was long, and full of turns.
But,
some lessons learned ,were here to stay,
As oblivious memories of "Yesterday".

-Alisha

We call it "life"...

2008-04-24T07:41:00.000-07:00

At times, a small thing can touch your soul and leave it in ripples. These ripples keep you alive forever...
You begin experiencing a strange sense of belonging! You begin to live through an "absurd" or rather "mystic" romance...

You might end up feeling, as if you have walked way ahead of your own self... U might feel as if... you hve reached a position frm where u cannot look back..

But NO! you keep dragging urself.. and at sum point of time... u begin incorporating your feeling..your zeal...ur hope n ur dreams.. into this "dragging".. and finally end up calling it "life"....

A SOUL THAT SEEPS INTO MY SKIN...MAKES ME FEEL "LOVE"

2008-02-13T05:28:00.000-08:00

"
What gives you a way to be who you are, what gives you a chance to think to yourself...think about yourself, while thinking of what means the world to you is "Love".
"Love".... truly and wholly captivates the life when it exists for real! In whatever you do, you find yourself capable of inducing the same positive vibe, which keeps you going. "Love" can be a small toy, a leaf, the zephyr , the waters, the sky ..love can be "YOu". Depends how you feel it.
Love cannot have a specific definition. It binds your soul to the soul of the world. It attaches you to everything which has felt you. There is love even in silence!
When things around you go wrong, when nothing is as you wanted it to be... slowly a spirit creeps into you, calms you down, makes you feel good and wonderful about who you are but you remain silent, yet feel good about being loved! This silence, this patience is "love"! Love is what makes you feel, love makes you read between the lines... love makes you live! It is the soul of life! Love lies not in reciprocation. Love is to be felt.Truly felt. Love is much above all legal papers, above all that binds you to the earthly belongings. Love makes you free! Love show to you, who you truly are . It makes you feel warm and cared for. It makes you feel complete.
"

Purpose of Survival!

2008-02-12T09:20:00.000-08:00

We all, I believe, have some hidden, some cryptic purpose of our lives. Something only which we ourselves , and the God within us is supposed to know. A purpose which separates us from everybody else. May be a simple one, something which might sound very familiar.. but then again.. it is "mine".. Its that feeling of belonging to your purpose, or rather making your purpose belong to you, in a way, it can belong to nobody else. The power in and around you which forces you to look at your purpose with eyes blazing with zeal, which no other soul has ever felt! A part of your soul which no word could touch! The respect in your eyes , for what and how you do things.. that special feeling of knowing that what you do today , is an investment for your future! Because you know you can, and you will do it!! Fighting without fears or inhibitions... Feeling the fire in you. and being comfortable with it ! Making that cryptic purpose of your survival, your passion, your worship and finally your life!! that gives a special feeling. A feeling of triumph. Triumph over your own dark side and living up to your "Purpose of survival"..

Is it fair?

2008-01-09T03:57:00.000-08:00

Is it fair?
That the river, flows for endless miles.
Facing every stone, every thorn.
Yet, she keeps flowing with time.
The river,looses her sheen.
Her purity, her calmness.
Still,she keeps keep flowing,
Just with one aim, her only destiny.
That someday, her waters,
Would reach the sea.

And, then, the sea,
Itself overflows,
To pour its salty water,
On the sands around it,
Which had come drifted by the winds,
Form far off lands,
and are there just because,
The sea yields them benefits.
The sea flows onto them,the sands,
But leaves her, the river untouched.
Is it fair?

-Alisha

A feeling just for you...

2008-01-01T01:44:00.000-08:00

Together we lived, those moments of smiles.
We weeped together , for a little while...

We saw the world grow small and big..
We felt the air go thin and thick...

You held my hand, and I held yours too..
We found each other, in everything we'd do..

We lost ourselves, and we found each other..
We glanced just once, and walked a little further..

Our lips didn't speak, our eyes did so..
We wanted each other, everywhere we'd go...

You asked me why, i felt so much..
Every time, the thoughts, would out hearts touch...

You made me feel, what's love so true..
I found your words, in every hue...

Your love like water, poured on me...
Senses were pure, touched by eternity..

I didn't say it ever, i wouldn't today...
Its a feeling, just for you, you feel it your way..

-Alisha..

Pranks !!!

2008-01-01T01:21:00.000-08:00

Pranks bring out the sleeping child in you!
They pain your life in every hue!
When you're down an depressed,
They change your view...
Pranks, bring out the sleeping child in you.
This but at end, is important to tell;
Pranks are the best, when intentioned well....
Its the best thing to do,
once in a while...
When you want to see,a grumpy face, smile.
Its is naughty, but important too...
After all..
Pranks awake, the sleeping child in you..
-Alisha

Drenched in purity..

2008-01-01T01:13:00.000-08:00

Drenched ; every bit...
In the Purity of Feelings...
With face, towards the sky...
I feel the drops of water;
Soaking me,
In an unknown serenity.

My arms wide open..
My palms await your touch..
My eyes shut..
I want to, surprise myself today.
To see you standing,
In front of me...
With your eyes eager to meet mine...

-Alisha

There was a time....

2008-01-01T00:57:00.000-08:00

There was time when i Was told;
That dreams, soon die and truth unfolds.
There was time;when i believed;
That a lover's heart could never be deceived.
There was time, when i did not know the heaven above
But not the time is different...
Now i know not anything, but everything...
Now, I am in love.

-Alisha

How do I ?

2008-01-01T00:46:00.000-08:00

In the silence of the night,
After being with you;
I want to loose myself,
To the darkest hue...
I wan t to dissolve in the air
And I want to know;
After being so close to me;
where else do you go?
When we can't see,
Is it my hand that you hold?
In your eyes,
Do our dreams unfold?
When I don't say,
Do you still know what i feel?
When you're not happy,
Will you let me know it for real?
Just talking to me,
Would you spend one dusk?
Do you wish to see me,
as a pearl in a musk?
Tell how do I get the answers
When all the while...
You listen to me,
and gently smile...

-Alisha

Be the book for me...

2007-11-11T09:45:00.000-08:00

Be the book, for me;
Which I would die, reading.
So many pages of love and you;
With me for safe-keeping.
I'd turn each page,
With a soft hand's touch;
And every moment,
I'd read as much.
Every page; the previous one;
In my eyes I'd treasure.
My eager heart, will read the next,
Lips fluttering with pleasure.
I'd read through you;
The pains amd smile.
And walk with you;
For unending miles.
I'd go wherever you take me;
And be with you lifelong.
We'd knit a sweater of love and trust;
The wool so pure, and the ends so strong.
My eyes might close, while reading you;
But I'll read you till the end.
Whether you belong to me or not;
Being your's my life, I'd Spend

-Alisha

I won't ask you to...

2007-10-02T03:08:00.000-07:00

Don't ask me if I love you;
Its is for you to feel.
What made you ask this to me;
Let your heart reveal.
Let me not speak this time;
Let me see if you know.
What I have been feeling for you;
From quiet a while ago.
Ask yourself, just for once;
There'll be no harm in that.
For even if I love you with all my soul;
I won't ask you to love me back. -
Alisha

From Dusk to day

2007-09-25T02:23:00.003-07:00

Took away from me,what meant the world.
Tore apart, all relations, prayers effete.
Gushed through the windows, tales unheard
A silent sensation, of pricking defeat.
Unremitting reconnaissance of the sepulcher,
Where laid to rest is the crux.
Untold, untouched, emotions don’t alter
Though for all, life is set to dusk..
The wolverines, on this earth wassail,
And the faultless left to wail.
Where am I living today?
Is killing my sentiments, so true, at all just?
Still surviving in this barbaric planet.
With tears in eyes,
Where, smiling is a must.
Should I still hope, for a new sun to arise?
Can I still believe in the existence of fading cries?
Realization of self has dawned upon me now.
It is me, here to change the world, and I shall show you how.
I have brought along a promise of a brand new morning sky.
Just believe in me and trust yourself; And you will be flying high.

-Alisha

Life as I perceive

2007-09-25T02:23:00.001-07:00

What is black, always may not be coal tar.
Every driver may not ride a dazzling silver car.
Sometimes the reality is very near,
but other times, Its just too far.

Sometimes the eyes shine and hide the deadliest fear.
However much you express something, they just may not be clear.
Sometimes the victim of misunderstandings, is someone, just too dear.

At times you walk the road, you never thought you would.
And at times you excel where, you never thought you could.

Not always, not just sometimes, The echoing sound of cheers,
Hides behind it, the silent but endless flow of tears.

This is life as I perceive.
With you as long as, In it you believe.

-Alisha

Abstract Feelings

2007-09-25T02:21:00.000-07:00

Silence is a distinctive feature,
Of an emotion,
Which resides now, in my soul.
When my lips move with,
An urge of expression,
And quiescence plays the lead role.

When my hands, yearn to hold,
Someone close to my chest
And I want to loose my self,
And forget the rest.

When, the night sky, makes me grow fonder
Of someone,
And it is that one voice, I want to hear.
Then I sleep on the lap of a breathing dream,
Finally, I am in love , my dear .

-Alisha

Ashes Again

2007-09-25T02:20:00.001-07:00

I made a small wooden toy.
It took me years to make it.
I’d play with it, I’d love it…
I’d caress it ..
I thought.
I thought , I’d treasure it…
Till the day I grew up.
So that, someday, I
Could show the world,
How much I loved it.
I wanted to show the world,
That I loved it enough,
Not to replace it with some plastic toy.
But one day, it left me.
It stood inside a hard box,
Wrapped with some colored paper.
For the first time, I did not,
But it replaced me.
It replaced me for a big boy,
Who’d keep it in a showcase.
Who would not play with it.
Who would not destroy it.
Who would let it stay as it was.
I wish I had the chance to do the same too.
I burnt the remaining wood, I had.
Took the ash in my hand and wondered.
It would have someday left me, either this way,
Or the other.
I have put that ash in a bottle, and stirred in some water.
I play with this bottle now.
It’s no more the wooden toy now.
It’s the bottle I play with.
Nobody wants to take it away.
It is all mine.
It reminds me of the toy I made,
But doesn’t let me go back to it.
My bottle of ash and water,
Cannot be ashes again.

-Alisha

I don't want him to be my lover

2007-09-25T02:19:00.001-07:00

The words he speaks, the way he looks at me;
Will not let me feel forlorn.
Why does he have to do this with me ?
Why can’t he just let me be alone?

Why does he make me feel warm, With him around?
Why doesn’t he leave me and go away?
What is the reason, behind his love profound?
When I doubt that he is here to stay …

Why does he touch me as if,
There’s nothing else around, than me?
Why does he look at me as if,
There is nothing else that he can see.

Why does he make me feel as if,
I’m doing him wrong?
Why does he make me smile by humming,
That silly love song.

Why does he want me to hold his hands?
When I know it will just be a matter of few weeks…
Why does he want me to take, once more this chance?
Why can’t I avoid those blushes on the cheeks?

I don’t want him to win me over,
I don’t want this to happen to me once again.
I don’t want him to be my lover.
Because the penalty of love, is just tears and pain.

-Alisha

Enough of "Him"

2007-09-25T02:18:00.000-07:00

It has been enough of he and he,
Now the word I live is “I”
He left me beside the gushing sea,
And I left without a sigh.

There is this bright morning sky,
Waiting to show me a better tomorrow.
When he left my hand without a cry…
Why should I live in sorrow?

The love, the kisses and the hugs,
All so false and fake.
There’s no reason why I should be stuck,
In all the lies he’d make.

While I pack up to walk ahead,
Let him float in the world of fancies and whims.
For now , he has lost the bet.
The loser my dear, is not me , but him.

-Alisha

Want to be with somebody

2007-09-25T02:17:00.001-07:00

I want to hold a hand,
But not let it hold my life.

At the sea shore, I want to make houses of sand.
But not , myself be, so fragile.

I want somebody to bother for,
My every little thing,
And I want to be myself,
In all I speak and think.

I want to see a dream,
With somebody in my arms.

But I don’t want my individuality ,
To loose its charm.

I want to dance with somebody,
To a beautiful song.
And I want to remember always,
To where I belong.

I want to be with somebody,
Who doesn’t shy away from being true.
Has to be someone, who knows , that,
He if can , I can do it too.

-Alisha

Searching for evidences

2007-09-25T02:16:00.002-07:00

I looked for myself, in the mirror.
Couldn’t mange to look through,
The skin and the flesh.
All I could see , was a lost soul.
All I feel , was, emotions,
True, but in a mess.
I was looking for evidences, of life,
Within me.

While I was lost, in my thoughts,
Of self judgment, of things,
That troubled me no end,
That moment, an angel , dressed in
A pink frock, came to me.
She smiled, and winked at me.
I had seen her before.
May be about, a decade and a half earlier.
When I used to be her.
When I did the same to people,
What she did to me today.

I looked into my heart for once,
And I found it this time.
I found, all the evidences of life in me.
I chuckled, just like the angel did.
And knew that, she will come to me,
Every time I question my existence,
And prove me wrong.

-Alisha

He was "Himself"

2007-09-25T02:16:00.001-07:00

His master had told him once ,
“We shall cross that bridge someday, as the great men had done.”
The master began his first try,
Eyes numb with fear, and throat dry.
There were people who had fallen off, and never come back.
And he stared at his master with eyes so blank.
The master took a few steps, and merrily rejoiced.
The moment that followed , was gory, he fell off and died.
He stood there on the cliff, and watched his master disappear.
It was his turn now, to cross the bridge, his heart captivated in fear.
There was not a moment , that he could feel and treasure.
His eyes were filled with, indifference to pain and pleasure.
He knew he too, would die, just as his master had.
All he knew not was, that, there was somebody praying,
To take away from him , the bad.

He closed his eyes, and stepped on the bridge.
His forehead, waited for the, death’s kiss.
But every time, it came near him, the spell,
Of his selflessness, gave death, a miss.
He knew not, but he had reached the other side.
The bridge was crossed, and it was no longer a night.

Somebody’s prayers were answered,
He finally fought his fears.
He thanked the bridge, for not letting him die,
With a silent flow of tears.

He saw his master die, he suffered pain and anxiety,
Yet he walked ahead.
He thought it was the end, he accepted it quietly.
It was a new beginning instead.

He saw someone die, yet took a chance
And did not hide in a shell.
For, under the open blue sky, he was not his master,
He was himself.

-Alisha

Rusted chains of matrimony-the loss of a permanent lover

2007-09-25T02:15:00.000-07:00

Years of losses and pains;
Now to be felt once again.
The cheer from his life is gone,
But he still awaits a dawn.

He thinks she will walk from,
Among the clouds.
He talks of her and doesn’t know,
What he is talking about.

He dreams of her day and night,
With not a glimpse oh her , in his sight.

Now she has broken the rusted chains,
Of matrimony.
Guess, they didn’t have a clue of,
Something called agony.

The fights and trifles over things so small.
Caused them to live, and then end, to fall.

Why did they come together,
When it was all so untrue?
What was the need,
To make life, a curfew.

The hands they held, are the hands that hurt.
The two hearts together, are torn apart.

Yet still, why do the tears make way through the eyes?
Why do their hearts still suffer ?
Is it the loss of just another relation?
Or is the loss of a permanent lover ?

-Alisha

The Vibes of Convention, donot touch me anymore

2007-09-25T02:13:00.002-07:00

I smile to myself,
Thinking of the person I have become.
Things have left me to this world,
And left me bewildered numb.
I’ve not forgotten the pains,
That in my heart I bore,
The vibes of convention,
Do not touch me anymore.

Pains of the earth,
And those of my eyes, combined.
Call out loud, my soul.
They are yet not well defined.
Should I cry for the loss of my love?
Or should I weep to the childless mother?
When I solve just one mystery,
I move on looking for another.
I’ve not forgotten the promises,
The tomorrow has in store.
The vibes of convention,
Do not touch me anymore.

I do not go looking for answers,
Some place else…
It is around self introspection,
Where my life dwells.
The things I think,
Its time to spread them around.
Nothing else, but my faith in self,
Has to be the standing ground.
Without alteration of thoughts,
I repeat what I said before,
The vibes of convention,
Do not touch me anymore.

-Alisha

Unreal..

2007-09-25T02:13:00.001-07:00

When we met it was a matter of hours,
Before, I knew I fell in love with you.
The chocolates, cakes and the bunch of flowers
Of every shade of every hue..
Holding hands forever,
And walking side by side…
Oh! What a fool I was ,
To dream to live with you beside.
Oh it kills …
To know how unreal it is ,
When a guy holds your hand.
Oh it kills …
To know how unreal it is,
When he says he understands.
When he says he’ll be with you forever,
And walks away, to come back never…
Now it is just another story,
You and me poles apart.
Oh yes I know what was the hurry,
To steal away my heart.
The fascination in your eyes for me,
Was just , all so fake.
You wanted to make me someone else,
With our love at stake…
Oh it kills …
To know how unreal it is ,
When a guy holds your hand.
Oh it kills …
To know how unreal it is,
When he says he understands.
When he says he’ll be with you forever,
And walks away, to come back never…
My heart now screams…
With unreal dreams…
You’ll know someday how it feels..
To know the way you’re living is all unreal…

-Alisha

Emotional Holocaust

2007-09-25T02:12:00.000-07:00

The night was a monster
And life, a pun.
His heart was the holster,
And the truth, his gun.

The words were shot,
And the soul was lost.
She was left to rot,
In emotional holocaust.

Every word he spoke,
Gave a new pain to her,
Such a decent bloke!!
How could he err?

The gleam in her eyes,
Was lost to tears,
Doing good was vice,
And her love, her fear.

He held a different hand,
And lived away in glory.
Lost in emotional holocaust,
Here ends her story.

-Alisha

Love Afterall..

2007-09-25T02:10:00.001-07:00

I didn’t have to ask, I didn’t have to question,
I knew I fell in love with you.
It was not an easy task, to hide an emotion,
With you in my mind, in all I do.

Of all the things you gave to me,
I remember that one bright smile.
Whoever to me so close could be,
And be with me all the while.

It’s none but you, my love of life,
Whom I can see in everything.
And so comforted are, now my eyes,
That they weep at the joys you bring.

I won’t lie to you dear,
Yes, I wished you were mine.
But losing you is now, not a fear,
As, even your presence, is so divine.

Ever you need, a shoulder to cry on,
There I shall, always be.
Ever you need, a hand to hold on,
I’ll be there, you’ll see.

I’ll live with you , in my memories
I’ll not let a drop of tear fall.
And this is how, I’ll set me free…
This is love after all…

-Alisha

Take me along with you

2007-09-25T02:09:00.001-07:00

I have never been to me,
Hold my hand and take me there.
Its only you who can see ,
Through all my pains and despair.

Its nobody but you, whom I really adore
Whether you believe it or not,
I’ll share all your pains ,I assure
Without even a second thought.

I know you plan to leave me all alone,
And move to a place just new.
As the memories of a crazy little gal who loves you
take me along with you.

-Alisha

Looking back again

2007-09-25T02:07:00.000-07:00

At the side of the sea…
Amidst…all that scream of the sea waves..
I did sit holding his hands… on the rocks…
In my dreams..
Under that old tree…
Under the shadow of it that saves….
I did sit with him… heard him fondly talk…
In my dreams…
In the rustling of trees…
In the old diaries…
I did want him to find me…
In his dreams…
In the silent breeze..
And every time he’d sneeze…
I did want him to want me…
In his dreams…
A penetrating pain…in my heart though…
Troubles me for long still…
The celebrating eyes ...that my love does show…
Though against my will…
Has now taken the place of incompleteness…
And filled it up with trust…
That I may even be no more…
But my love will never rust…

Just one desire I shall make…
Before closing my eyes…
Wherever above I shall stay…
I’d love to see him truly smile..

-Alisha

This Rain Remins me of you

2007-09-25T02:06:00.001-07:00

The clouds are crowding over,
The red flowers are covering the path,
And I long to have you as my lover..
as pearls of love.. Give the earth a bath.

i stand on my terrace, with eyes shut..
And arms open wide...
And feel the droplets, soaking me in water..
From where the dreams reside..

The smell of wet mud, creeps into my heart..
And awakes a sleeping desire..
That I be a kid again.
I wish time was a liar...

I could run to you anytime, any how,,
with my blushes reigning the tug..
I could say in your ears that I love you..
And give you a long hug...

-Alisha

Oh this beautiful Dream!

2007-09-25T01:54:00.000-07:00

Feelings untold and voices unheard
These are the things which work the best when revealed…
They are in just the heart, well pampered,
Even though they never hide, however hard concealed.
No name, no words,
Nothing comes to my mind when,
When , I sit here,
And wait for you at my window pane.
Just a song, all around in me, in your voice,
Says you’re coming , coming my way.
Oh ! this beautiful dream.
I wish it would some day come true.
Away from all shouts and screams
I wish it would be just me and you.
I wish I could tell you ,
How much you mean to me.
I wish it was just you,
Who through my eyes would see,
The world so calm and nice.
And would show me a new heaven through your eyes.
Oh ! this beautiful dream.
I wish it would some day come true.
Away from all shouts and screams
I wish it would be just me and you.
I wish and just keep wishing
That someday you rise above just appreciation.
And come into my arms as a long awaited blessing,
Some day you understand what have I to say,
Without me moving my lips.
And with you by my side,
The days like a handful of sand till death, slips.
Oh ! this beautiful dream.
I wish it would some day come true.
Away from all shouts and screams
I wish it would be just me and you.

-Alisha