mita’s interpretations…

torrent 12

The black swan of my heart wanted me to rest

And hence laid me down parallel to horizon

It is flashing in front of me, those lost depictions

which once, represented the aficionado in me.

This swan, but then, was the colorless unbound creature

Getting keyed up enthusiastically at every new panorama

Unreservedly giving soul to flourish each task undertaken

Enlightened at the climax of apiece accomplishment

Then(at that time), it never got beleaguered by the interferences

But stood far forthright withholding stand chosen

And did not breathe easy until connected to desired

For it was, the unshaken, the monochrome swan

Time took its turn and smashed the swan in me

Whipped and smothered the brawny entity

Threatened it with communal and relational connects

Painted my pallid swan to the murky color black

Swan has now chosen to plunk up for its subsistence

And has asked me to breathe easy till it sorts it out

The way, the forum, the path to be white again

To stand back vertical, with holding no more pout.

torrent 10

The amalgamation had been for long and uncanny,

between my virgin thoughts and unachievable intents;

the traverse was not easy, the result was, but meaningful,

my mind became pregnant of all convictions in my deeds.

I headed, I struggled, felt on face uncountable times,

Through the journey, I took care of the life living in me;

I got hurt, I cried, but let not hindered the progress within,

I had to wait for the due date, when I could deliver indeed.

Many stages came across with the face of probable one,

None could though, by-stand me, to give me support I needed the most.

I yelled for, the very loud, no aid ever arrived, I was alone

I encountered the surge of every anomalous awful things, I stood them.

The storm, as I perceived, was not from any external source,

It was the gush of my self smothered sentiments I held helplessly.

I accepted this truth, it became easier to appreciate this torrent of my life

And it holds true also because, no life takes birth without giving pain to the bearer.

abyss 12

Be it the end, but with a beginning …

Be it the eve with a hope of new sun ….

Be it the cause of purge of the woes …

Be it the reason for the fall of none .

So what, if it echoes the depth of valleys…

So what, if it holds the darks of the dark …

Let it be the milestone happily arrived …

Let it be the sign of the permanent mark.

equinox

Encounter with equinox of hope and despair

Both not, obviously visible on the fringe

Though in a year, equinox occurs twice

From life it rarely, takes off in a cringe

Maintaining equilibrium in the periphery

Fighting out the odds and hurdles

Straightening the circles and long edges

Making life better, out of muddles

My efforts are to make any array

And set a path to fulfill the hollow

To eradicate the darkness hidden within

And illuminate path for others to follow

also take a look at mita’s blog:

http://mitraashareborn.blogspot.com/

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