A SWEET BATTLE

The virgin beacon of sun-light pierces into my eye lids,

A bitter-sweet pain caresses them as they refuse to open.

The monotonous chirping of birds in the distance shatters the silence,

As a gentle, prying hand, opens the curtains and rips open my quilt.

I curl up coyly in a foetus-like cocoon and my arms fold in-advertently,

I put up an ostentatious defence, though my heart purs to be deluged.

A preposterous battle, with the earnest urge to lose, I fight,

Gentle paws, claws and clenched fists erupt in the midst of soft moans.

My mellifluous denials are mere antics as I crave for just a little more cajoling,

The force against me is dual, internal as well as external, and yet one.

The aching voices from the recesses within me pine for surrender,

Just a little more teasing before the conquest is final and total.

The arms pushing me, drawing me nearer suddenly surround me in an embrace,

Thats the ultimate volley that destroys my fortitude, my pretence.

I reciprocate with a vengeance and thats what my abductor desires,

What a sweet antagonism, that fructifies into a rhyme.

The quiver of two souls as they couple for an eternal unison,

My eyes close again as the flood-gates open and love gushes in un-armed.

I WONDER WHAT IS LIFE....

I wonder what is life....

Is it a string of breaths sewn together in an intricate pattern,

Or is it the bridge between nascency and man's final sojourn.

Is it the beckoning of fellow-mortals for comradeship,

Or the calling for diligently harvesting the fruits of every relationship.


I wonder what is life....

When I feel the gentle nudge and the warmth of my friend's hand in mine,

Is it pedantry to preach that solitude is the ritual in His Chamber divine.

The sonorous prattle from the cradle and the penitent moaning from the death-bed,

That life tarnishes the interlude, the symphony cracks into cacophony, is so sad.


I wonder what is life....

The laurels that embed my voyage and the reproaches that mar my ascent,

So ephemeral seems their impact on the last breath and yet so profound on the present.

Is life the chronology from infancy to senility and the ultimate surrender to the Omnipotent,

Or is it an anachronism to be sagacious about its transience and the powers of the Omniscient.


I wonder what is life....

The bludgeons of penury cannot trample the burgeoning of faith,

The glitter of riches cannot dazzle the vision of the sage.

Life, i wonder, i presume, i state, i avow, is an endowment, a prelude,

To deluge with the placidness of knowledge, and denigrate the demonic ineptitude.