Trees of fire and poison

Under the influence of different emotions, people tend to write different things. People react differently to the emotions and on being asked to write something with duress to their then state of mind, results in some interesting reads.
Yesterday I was sitting in The Chocolate Room after having met a friend. It had been a good day till then, and I was merrily sipping away my fruit drink with loads of ice in it when I thought of writing something. This is what I came up with:

Laugh now but know that I shall sow the seeds of vengeance, spite and envy and wait. Patiently. I shall water them, nurture them and let them grow in to big large trees. And when they bear fruits, I shall set the whole thing on fire. I shall watch it burn, and with it burn every bit of this place to ash. When there is nothing else left to burn, I shall dance.

There, this is what I come up with when I am all happy and merry. Frankly I quite like the way it came out, I think of having a story in which the villain says this to a supporting one before proceeding to kill him. This should drive the lead character into an emotionally charged burst of actions. After I had posted this on FB, a friend shared a poem I had not read before.

A poison tree (by William Blake)

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

Written in Water

There he lay
His name written in water
And the waves made from the name ebbed away,
Touching the lass sitting little away on the bank,
Writing her own name in water
And then watch her name ebb away too.

She sat there too
Her hand still in water
Now just moving
And making random waves in it.
The blowing wind catches her attention
For it reminds her of a familiar scent,
Making her wish she could smell it again.
A smile escapes her lips,
Stars light up in here eyes,
And an odd form of beating begins in her breast.

There she lay, her hand in water
Writing a name not her own.
She continues to stare in her own reflection
Even after the name ebbs away
The one closer to her than her own.
She takes a deep breath
So full of passion; so full of hope
Giving her the strength
To sit there and gaze at the water
And find a face in it not her own.

A rustle in the leaves and the sound of some steps
And she turns around all euphoric
For her wait is now over
She puts her arms around him
And they share each other’s essence.

There he lay
His name written in water
And the waves made from the name ebbed away.
He wondered who theses waves
Would touch this time

For you

If you're reading this, then this is for you...


----------For you-----------
Flickering every now and then,
Your eyes are like the fireflies that dance
To the joy of finding a partner.
Joy is elusive of you,
The tears that trickle down your cheeks
Tear and pull your skin like the maelstroms.
The clouds shall move in unison
Flock over to where you are
To kill the winds with their stagnancy.
The rain will then pour
Healing you with every drop
That shall caress your soul.
The rains will come for you.

When the night grows thick and dark,
Cocooning you in a sap of tranquility
Making the air too thick to breathe,
Suffocating you in your own breath.
The moon shall shine bright,
Its gleam subliming the envelop.
The moon will come out for you.
When the darkness of the night covers all
Encompassing all around you,
Laying difficulties in your path
The stars will shine brighter
Illuminating your path of Destiny
And guide you like they did the Three Kings.
The stars will shine for you.

When storms are heading your way,
And the skies prepare their arrows
And let their electric weapons through,
As the thunders and rumbles begin their vociferous march
Coming forward in waves,
Violating the borders of home.
Causing the doors and windows to clatter in fear
The sun will shine bright,
Its rays purging the ominous clouds
Creating an aura of protection around you.
The sun will rise for you.
Only For you.

Poem : Mother's Signs

As the drops fall

I wonder

Whether they are meant to cool us

Or the cries of

Those above us.

When the wind blows

When I feel it in my hair

I feel like some one caressing me

And yet at times

It stings.

When I put my hands through the bushes

I like the feel

Of the softness

Of buds, flowers and leaves,

The texture of the stem

And yet some times

Splinters upon me feed.

When the sun beams

It fills me up

With the warmth

To battle the frost

To destroy the darkness within

And yet at times

It burns

And dries me up.

I guess we must all

Read the signs

Of how mother nature

Warns us of where

Our steps lead.

Poem : Like a Bee

This was inspired by a good friend of mine.
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Like a bee she buzzes by,

Over here once

Enchanted by the beauty of the flower

And then away to another one.

In a striking black dress,

Every eye in the room turns

Hoping to catch a glimpse

Of the lady who dances to the tunes.

Everyone else seems to be dancing

But not her,

She seems to be enchanting;

Her each step speaking,

Telling here story

Just like a bee.

They say it takes two to tango,

Those who’ve seen her

Mesmerized by her grace

Seem to join in

Dancing along in another realm.

For when her words come out

Or her eyes blink

They get transported to another world.

Reminiscent of the fragrance that lingers

Even after she passes by

As if she is the flower

She is in search of.

Like a bee she buzzes by

Over here once

And then away

Leaving everyone

Hoping they were the sweetest flower

Poem : Travel by a train

I travel a lot by trains given the fact that i commute weekly from Home to college.
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They say that not travelling

Is like reading only one page of a book,

But if feel that not having

Travelled by a train is

Like having read only one book.

The train gives many sights

From the hustle and bustle of the station,

People running here and there

Carrying heavy bags and grinning children,

To the tranquillity of the passes

With their swindling turns,

And the peaceful green foliage

Or may be the dark tunnels

That echoes the hopes

Of those who travel within.

Flying a plane may only

Show you the clouds

But travelling in a train

Let the wind blow in

Ruffle you hair, fill up your lungs

With scents of flowers and fruits

That you pass along,

Or the taste of the purity

Of the rivers that flow below

That make you want to

Jump along with the kids,

Get all wet young, once again.

Don’t stop with just one book,

Another train for a new journey awaits.

Poem : The moonlight

One of the few romantic poems I have written.
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Hands in hands and heads resting on each others shoulders,

Seated near the bustle of a road

And yet so untouched, so immersed

In each others’ company.

He looks at her and like always

Is mesmerized by her sight,

Her face glowing quite like the moonlight.

The moonlight brings together many,

All enchanted by their lovers

For its charisma feeds the thumping

That longs for the heart of other.

The moon does not burn itself

To dispel the cold and darkness,

The moon may only reflect

The aura of some one else

But it is that reflection

That brings together

Many hearts in this world.

Poem : That little stretch

THis is one of the poems that had me deeply involved on a personal and emotional level.
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Like a cigarette that burns and smokes

Not only itself but the smoker

And a few innocents if he’s careless enough

It burns me from the inside

Slowly but surely.

Some times pushing, some times depressing

To see that how

I’ve let the proverbial sins take over.

Everything comes at a price,

Nothing is free.

Imagine a personal hell

Far different from what you’re told about.

The pain not physical

Yet almost unbearable.

Some say it’s because I’ve fallen

While others say that

I chose to be where I am

While the rest of the world rose.

Imagine a thousand seeds,

All throbbing inside you

And then bursting together

Taking you wave by wave.

I hope that this is the last one,

And one seed finds the audacity to stay

Ands start all over again.

I bow down, fold my hands and pray,

Hope that I find the strength,

That this is the last stretch

And I don’t end up starting all over again.

It’s my personal hell,

I am praying for deliverance

And hope that this little stretch

Finally comes to an end.

Poem : Unhinge Me

This is a phase all teenagers go through at some point in their life.
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Unhinge me and let me go.

Why must I always cling,

Why must I

Always depend on you?

I want to fly

And explore the world

That lies beyond

What I circle about you.

A world that I can

Only see from afar,

But yet not be able to experience.

I want freedom, independence.

Unhinge me,

And let me soar.

Poem : Wronged

Like a blast of ice,

That freezes metal

And makes it so cold

That it nips on mere touch

Your eyes gaze upon me.

It’s not that hate fuels them

But it’s the love that pours so generously from them,

Or maybe it’s my guilt

That pricks me from within

Because I know that you love me

And you’ve been wronged.

Poem : The Chains

Many people curse

The chains that

Bind prisoners

For it is these chains

That stand

In the way

Of his escape.

Chains that weigh

Upon the conscience

Of those who have sinned

Chains that tarnish

The hands of

The beauty that tempts

But has some one

Thought of

The chains

That drag themselves

For having held

Those innocents

Whom it had to imprison

And suffer along

For being helpless

And have them be

Sinned upon.

Poem : The Leaves fall

One day i was going to my college and a downpour of leaves from the trees brought me this along with them.
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The leaves that are dried up

Rustle and face

The ever blowing wind

And sooner or later

Give up and

Fall down.

The green leaves

The ones that are

Fresh and anew

Live and strong

Feel jealous of

The flowers that

Welcome thy beloved

And they too

Praise her

By falling down.

Leaves are

After all leaves

And leaves fall down

Poem : Throw a stone

This one came to me when i was skipping stones in puddle of water after rains
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A Little boy throws

A stone in the lake

And causes ripples

On the tranquil surface

Or does the stone

Not plunge

But go

Skipping ahead to

The centre of the lake

And silently does drown

Into the very lake

It has now conquered.

Poem : I Seek

This was written few years ago on the occasion of friendship day.
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From the darkness that lies dormant within my heart,

To the holy light of friendship you spill upon my every part.

From the days of victory, success and joy,

To the ones of loss, distress, and being treated like a small boy.

I seek something desperately that I need to survive.



From all the highs, lows, ups & downs,

To all the other things too that didn’t count.

From all the things that felt as if it took days,

To all the time that disappeared in a haze.

Someone out there saw too it that what I seek , I do find.



To prevent my life from going into an uncontrolled trance,

To prevent my thoughts from being only stray bangs,

To prevent myself from being just another disposable freak,

A balance in my life is what is what is seek.

Thank you oh dear friend for helping me find how much ever of what is still do seek!