Riding on the Drops of Moon

 

Drizzling down the petals of flowers

Brushing aside the trails of clouds

Who you came floating,

Bringing down the searing soul

Into the dancing of raining…

 

Ushering in the autumn blast,

With the unison of the color fest,

Who you came floating, dear

To lighten up my dormant dreams

In the music of the raining …

 

Painting the frozen sighs of winter

With the magical charms of the spring

Who you came floating

To take my enchanted soul

Away on an eternal ride

On the drops of Moon,

Leaving my body

Stuck into a blue lagoon,

With love, promises and the pain…

© Atique R. 

Waiting for the Rain

 

It was a sad gloomy day

With the monsoon breeze

Flying in from the Himalayas.

The darkening waves of clouds,

Shrouding the day light, was just

Flowing in the glimmering sorrows.

 

Sweating on in humidity high

Under the darkening cloud

I was all alone with a frozen sigh.

In the furies of magical chimes,

I had to keep my hopes lay idle

Under a leafless tree

Full of grayish branches,

With my sight up above

The unhappy sky

In search of raindrops…

 

Like a crow in a desert

Flying relentless

For a hundred years…

© Atique R. 

Walking into the Dream

 

A number of

Autumn colored trees

Lined up in a row,

Raining petals of flowers

To greet her in a vow.

 

And the Moon

Ascending gently

On its throne

Ushers her in

To the dream

She has never been.

 

And she walks on;

Her wings unleashed. 

© Atique R. 

Ode on a Green Dot

 

Green Dot

Watching the green dot

On your insta Id

I can spend hours, dear

Dreaming a sweet lunar shot.

 

Feeling your presence

Under the same blue sky

With just a beaming green dot,

I can let time crawl past me

With my wings gone unshackled for a fly

In the Moon-blanched night.

 

With a green dot

Staring at me, dear

Like a thousand fireflies,

I can drown my soul

Into your drunkening eyes

For a whole long winter...

 

Watching the green dot

Ringing the beats of my heart

From the blank chatbot,

I can draw with the dew, dear

Hundreds of couplets

With my soul-draining essence 

To share my unworded feelings

In a deafening silence...

© Atique R. 

Chasing the Blue Rose

 

The time, seemingly

Melted and stagnant,

Was creeping past

The new dawns slow,

Like the relentless

Waves of an ocean;

Sometimes riding high,

Some other times low,

But without ever ceasing to flow.

 

And then I met her

On my rebirth

After the third death

In an unfathomed hollow. 

She was the beauty

I ever craved to pen a poem for

With all my soul-draining essence;

With the undiscovered words

Cradling onto the edges of a shore

And the musing melody of silence.

 

Then I asked her

To come, walk together

With the dances

Of a summer rain,

Draining out all

Worries and pain

To float the souls forever...

 

And then she denied

With a mysterious smile

And a fragrance floating over

Like the earlier lives

I was born for a blue rose form her

And to stop chasing lives forever...

© Atique R. 

The Forgotten Clan

 

The Forgotten Clan

Our days pass by

In bread without butter.

And there are nights;

We come home late

To skip the supper.

 

And we hear

The news of NASA,

Ploughing Mars

For water.

 

And we go to bed

In the winter slope;

Our dormant dreams

Lay frozen

With the light of hope

Shuttered.

 

We are common people

After all;

Quarrels and make noises

For a pinch of salt,

Leaving life

Way behind the wood

In struggles to catch

A meagre livelihood.

And we keep a smile

On our face;

Dry, real and bold.

© Atique R. 

Love and the Crescent Moon

 

I was lying on the dewy lawn

All all alone,

Watching the blooming Moon

Swinging carelessly on the torn

Fringes of long banana leaves.

And she was yet to come

With a hidden knife

In thirst of blood to cleave

Through my soaking dreams.

 

Hours gone by

With the night crawling alone

And to feel the glimpse

Of a crescent moon

Hanging high at the edge

Of a mysterious ridge,

I unlocked my soul cage

To fly along the misty breeze...

 

And then I looked

Down the lawn

Watching my body

Lying immobile

Like a heartless pawn

Screaming

In deafening silence,

'I loved you with my

Body and soul

In this illusive world

With a feeling undrawn,

Yet undiscovered and unknown...'.

© Atique R.