Smile

Soft snowflakes lightly floated towards the ground,
At times touching her face,
Melted amidst the caress.

Here it was finally,
Long time had been,
Since she had cuddled by nature,
And had this feeling.

She felt familiar warmth that had been missed,
Since a while all she had felt was destitute and solitary.
At the moment her heart was slightly elevated,
As purity of the moment shielded her lovingly.

She looked up to the sky with her big beautiful eyes,
Maybe this was a kiss from natures’ valley?
Which deep inside she had been longing since so long.

Suddenly she felt an ache,
piercing through her heart.
What had been holding her so strong,
She wished would have stayed for a bit more long.

Memories which were locked deep within
Were set free to breathe once again,
The ghosts of the past were still alive,
Still and silent they stood by her side.

She wished her feelings and thoughts,
That were suffocated once before,
Could vaporize into oblivion now,
From burning tears that brought her pain.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath,
Locking away the corpse of meaningless past,
She no longer wanted to cringe about,
what she had neither possessed nor lost.

She felt like a tranquil melody,
Swaying and syncing to nature’s tune,
As she walked down the deserted street,
Alongside houses that were blanketed by snow.

She looked up again towards the sky,
Watched the flakes come below,
With her lips slightly moving apart,
She caught a snowflake with her tongue.

She felt it trickle down,
Acquainting once again with a child's joy,
Once she had a quick look around,
Her pink lips curved up to reveal a shy smile.

~Richa

The Exquisite Eagle

Swiftly scanning the silent forest with its hungry eyes,
Demeanour so sharp as it boldly soars high,
Briskly flying through the winds,
A look at the nest unattended by a mother,
who flew off to forage for her dear young ones.

No care about the family who resided at the nest,
Circled around the tree for a couple more times,
Tirelessly flew about devoid of any rest,
This won't be any more disparate from it's earlier crimes.

Showing off it's magnificent glory,
With the victories that it had attained in the past,
Been taught to win every race,
When hunting in a field exiguous or vast.

With unbeatable pride,
It flew towards the nest,
As the sun began to bow down with orange and red,
Once ensured, the nest was destitute of the mother,
It circled a last round preparing to attack the vulnerable.

Three little chicks embodied in yellow,
chirped unceasingly for the mother to arrive.
Beaks quickly opened and closed
as they waited for food and their mother bird who would be here soon.

They would relish the comfort,
which they had yearned for so long,
Listen to their mother,
and learn to sing their own bird song.

Suddenly the mighty eagle,
incessantly flew towards their nest,
Grabbing one of the chicks by it’s neck,
Unbothered, the eagle clutched it tight in a wreck.

The sight of death infront of the little eyes,
Frightened them with the terrorizing sight
As one of them was leapt towards the sky.

There were unceasing chirps that one could hear,
In a forest so quiet,
Death had just claimed over the unmistaken fear.
Nature was merciless,
while the rivers hit the rocks and groaned,
Could be that it wept for the fledgling oh so young.

Nevertheless,
The mighty eagle, claimed the reward,
Fiercely flying high with the captured trophy far-far away.

While the river continued to flow as it did before,
Life moved along for the rest.
While a life was lost,
And simply snatched away from a neatly built nest.

How much are we to blame the eagle for what it did?
Survival is the motivation that makes one what it is,
Good or evil,
Who is to say?
When it comes to living,
One kills the unknown, to live for the next day.

Quotes from Jodi Picoult

"The bottom line in both cases is that people don't change, that no matter how charming you are and how fiercely you love, you cannot turn a person into someone's she's not."



"Are you attracted to someone because of who you are or what they are?"



"There is difference between mending someone who's broken and finding someone who makes you complete."

Quote from Neil Gaiman

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

Inexplicable

Don't think you are my life;
Neither am I willing to believe that it was love.
Sometimes just another face in the crowd,
But you are something else than all that's mentioned above.

Think of you when I shouldn't,
Not like I can't, but I just couldn't.
To substantiate my thoughts,
I don't possess any persuasive reasons,
To defy fate and the passing of torpid seasons.

At times the feeling strikes,
That you are so close by me and still beside;
The feeling at times is so real and seems true;
At times in the shadows of darkness I am not alone;
Cuz you are my inspiring light.

And when I don't feel your strong hands holding mine;
I am strandled alone on a lonely island;
Dreading the aching solitude;
Brought by thwarting cosmos and time.

Richa Sud

Impassive mistral

Under the bright sunlight kissing the spring leaves,
northerly wind quietly surged across the rivers,
towards the awaiting shore.

Lightly touching the canopy of green leaves,
Above the shimmering blue sea,
It shifted it’s gaze as quickly as it could be.

The direction it took was far astray,
Having crippled a branch,
it had bent it as such,
The tree standing at the shore felt,
as if it had been unwillingly touched.

The wind had moved along as it had come.
For a moment in time,
left its presence lingering through space,
It neither paused nor waited for anyone.

Far away quickly the cold-dry wind blew,
Unaware of what the branch had felt,
or of what it had itself done,
it held absolutely no clue.

Through the days that came,
Many more exotic sites had it exploited by then,
Many more leaves were moved carelessly by the wind,
Distant and trenchant it brushed through them in a gripping rush,
And then forgetting all it had done,
It continued to move on endlessly to the next,
with an unforgivable hush.

Richa Sud

Midnight Swan

The moon beamed through the green velvet leaves,
As her reflection struck by calm mystified lake,
he silently stood beside her,
A world so unreal appeared to be true,
Though the night was dying away,
They stood holding hands, wide awake.

The sun had set long ago,
Intimidating darkness made no difference,
The vast blanket of dark blue sky,
softly embraced the twinkling stars with a familiar essence.

Calm accompanied the ghastly depth of the night,
Stillness while they stood together so close,
Hands held graciously but tight,
For the two of them,
felt this was so right.

In the deep blue lake there floated a swan,
The white beautiful figure looked through the sands of time.
The night was to end sooner than one would have thought,
But like the two, he wished the night would forever go on.

Not every moment is perfect it had learnt,
Had watched several others on this path before,
The swan faced the moon humming it’s silent rhyme,
suave smooth eyes mirrored the stories from the past,
Grief for what was lost through time,
Cast away shadows in the darkness that felt vast.

Wise with time the swan had become,
Floated into the darkness towards the uprising moon,
Silently prayed that the mystery would uncover soon,
And that the two naïve souls would make these moments last,
Without turning the innocent sweet memories into,
nothing more than memories from the past.

Richa Sud