LINES IN GREY

Further attempts in poetry!!!! 

 

LINES IN GREY

 

I see a man standing in the grey,

Where he is from, no one can say.

His eyes, fixed over yonder, toward the adusk sky

Gazing through the setting, cascading sun

Waiting for the world to pass him by.

 

A little girl sits by the garbage bin,

Pecking the crumbs off a rotten food tin.

Her eyes and hands aspersed in black;

Shuddering and trembling in the icy winter breeze,

With nothing on but a frazzled old mac.

 

The old man clambers along the snowy dune

And he is whistling an old sailor’s tune.

He looks up at the birds, wondering when time would roll him by,

Giving them a bereft, doleful and yearning look

Conjuring on when he would get wings and begin to fly.

DID YOU EVER KNOW ME

This is a life of melancholy, one filled with pain,

Living my life, knowing not what to gain.

Engulfed by darkness and overcome with malaise;

A life without lights, a heart without peace.

 

 

I have been often to a place not far away,

A place where all my shattered dreams lay,

A place so blue, I close my eyes and surrender my fight;

This gift I bear every day and every night.

 

An icy chill drenches me as a whole-

A deep, dark and lonesome place I call my soul.

A place with no faith or a heartening dream,

A life not worthwhile to live, it would seem.

 

Ah, this life! Isn’t it too damaged to mend?

And when would all this ache and hollowness end.

Another day of sadness is much too hard to bare,

Tired of living a life of desolation and despair.

 

Seems to me all the love we built were nothing but lies,

Whenno one sees your tears and no one hears your cries,

Now that the tears have gone and I can clearly see,

Just one question remains, “DID YOU EVER KNOW ME?”

 

TOUCHED (BY A CHILD..)

Okay...well....ummmm...just an attempt at poetry.....criticism is most welcome!!!

 

 

The beast arises, from the fiery pits of hell;

Seeking blood and bone and guided by smell.

Spread its wings, the beast, to soar above the sky,

Stopped in its tracks by a child’s soft cry.

 

 

Stagger and stutter it does, entranced and dazed;

A voice so benign and divine, it could hardly evade.

Clipped were its wings in a warm embrace

And doused was its rage by the child’s heavenly grace.

 

THE ADVENTURES OF NANO-GUY AND PLASMON-GIRL (PART 2)

The Blue Shift

Nano Guy keeps avoiding contact with Plasmon Girl for some unknown reason. He silently slips away at the end of the day.  Several days later, PG finally manages to get his attention.

 PG: You appear distant. Your smile seems blue shifted to me. Is everything alright?

NG: (Trying to avoid the obvious) Hey!! I’m fine. No worries!

PG: Doesn’t seem that way though. I can see right through you, you know!! Tell me, what's up?

NG: (trying to mask his emotions with humour) Well, since you’re asking. It’s just that I ain’t feeling too good. I feel like I am a defective piece.

 PG: (displaying indifference) So?! There’s nothing new in that.

NG: (slightly taken aback) Huh!?

PG: Oh, come on now! We all are defective.

NG scratches his head, still wondering where she was headed with this.

PG: (continues with a wide grin) Everybody is defective coz nobody’s perfect!! You know that!

NG: (a tiny hint of a smile emerged on the corner of his lips) That’s not what I meant though.

PG: (In an attempt to widen it into a broad smile) OMG!! What’s that line across your face?!  Is that a smile??

NG quickly suppressed the smile on this face as soon as he realised he was still smiling.

PG was saddened by her failure for a minute before she got the ultimate idea; the one that always worked in situations like these.

PG :(Gloat Mode ON) Hey!! Do you know why I glow so much when people compliment me?

PG was eagerly waiting for NG to ask why. He finally obliged.

NG: (Rolling his eyes and sighing heavily, while thinking ‘Why me??!!’) Why??

PG: (in amusement) It’s coz I’m metallic on the outside and all soft glass on the inside. I let the compliment enter and as it undergoes multiple reflections beyond critical angle, within me,  I begin to emanate evanescent waves that give off a soft glow.

There is a momentary silence which engulfs the room as NG deciphers the very complex physics that was hurled at him. He the stares at her, flabbergasted, as the meaning dawned upon him.

He bursts into a boisterous laugh.

NG: Oh my God, Plasmon girl!!! Where the hell did THAT come from??!!

PG : (satisfied) Yeah!! That’s right. Mission Accomplished.