The Passing

Date: 17.06.2009
Time: 6:05 p.m.

The sounds emitted by my lips
Are mute when it comes to pain
I sneer at the storm which lashes within
And regard it with disdain
The gale threatens to knock down walls
Imposed by my bitter pride
It only echoes my insolent rage
Not the cold resolve I hide
I’ve masked the pain in hidden rhymes
Scribbled despair into ink
Moulded sorrow into lines and hashes
Which form figures on the brink,
I sat by the shore yesterday
Reading his last words to me
My eyes were red but dry as I recalled
How he was lost to the sea
I fear not gusts that spray my sails
With watery wreaths of death
Nor do I dread the chill that descends
When waves chafe against my breath
I know I shall be swallowed soon…
Before the last raindrop falls
To become a part of a common graveyard
And answer my lover’s call.

End: 7:00 p.m.


PS: I started out with a few words in my head and came up with this. I don't think I've posted fictional poetry here before, have I? Something different, something new for the blog then! :)

Cracked Up (Coloured)

This would be the first time I have tried colouring anything in Photoshop... And I dare say it does not look bad at all. No, it wasn't done today, in fact, I'd meant to upload it last month itself but not having a net connection most of the time played spoilsport.

I'm feeling a little ambitious right now so yes, people, prints are available if you're interested! (This one is smaller than the original). Drop in a comment and I'll tell you how to contact me. And since I get a copy of all comments delivered to an old mailbox (unless it acts up, of course) you can also leave your email address and delete the comment if you're concerned about privacy. :)

I'd made another pen and ink doodle a few days back but I'll wait for my best friend's exams to get over so that I can have it scanned instead of just taking a stupid picture using a low-res camera. Sniff. How I long for so many things! Oh well.

Faith

Date: 15.06.2009
Time: 10:00 p.m.

It’s been a good two years
And friend, I wish you well
Wherever you go,
Wherever you dwell
You’ve stood by strange times
And a sinking ship full of sorrows
It’s now time to part ways
With our mingled ’morrows
Yet, although our paths seem
Destined to diverge
I have faith that we’ll find
A way to make them converge
From this point, my friend,
We’ll no longer depend
On that which is audible
To understand or comprehend,
For the tangible ties
Are all we have left
And feel them strongly, we must
Ere there be any cleft
Between our entwined souls
Shared with all sympathy
Joined in the most beautiful bond
Of a friend’s empathy,
It is hardest to let go
When you know things will change
But whether it is for the better
Is within our hands to arrange
It’s been a good two years
And friend, I wish you well
I’ll keep you in my thoughts
Wherever you dwell.

End: 10:10 p.m.