A Lost River

A Lost River

There I see the river flow,

Without any spark or glow

Lost what it had days before

And it asks me, ”How many days more

Have I got to see the show?

How many days more will I flow?”

 

The blue waters have turned grey,

Remembering the days so gay

Whispering with fishes and chattering with leaves,

Now the days ahead seem to freeze

Here I see now the choking plastics,

And I think “How can death be so drastic?”

 

How can one forget the days?

When it saw me with its silver gaze

How can man be so blind and cunning,

That he is still running

For he still wants to find,

Heaven, that lays behind!

 

I cannot say I love you

Forgive me as I had no clue,

That it was this you were going through.

Hundreds of men die every day,

Some be sad others make hay

It is not them I am going to miss.

 

It’s someone who gave me a life like this,

It is you , Oh river you!

And for why I give you a simple answer,

I am not going to let you lie,

Neither am I  going to lie

Because Oh dear river, I love you!

 Ananya Ajay Kumar

A Mother's Lament

A MOTHER'S LAMENT

Who do you blame

 When a leaf Falls off a tree?

The wind that blew it away?

The branch that never let it stay,

Or the leaf, wanting to let go, To break free?

A hundred miles lie between us, My son.

The roads, the seas, the vines curled

The trees, the stars, another world.

To them, I shall let you go, my only one!

Heartless and cold, your mother is not

Anger, despair and grief, she does feel.

But to your love’s strange demands, I shall keel

And in the cave of tears, not be caught.

So go, my son! Live your dream!

Go to the crafty world, Her tempting sheen!

I shall not stop. i refuse to weep.

You, from your heart’s deafening roar, i shall not keep.

                                               The leaf has fallen off its tree.

                                               Leaving me in his love’s clutches, and him – free.

                                                                                   Ananya Ajay Kumar

The Dream

                                     THE DREAM

Let the winged dawns dusky light

Answer for, my beloved, your plight.

Subjected to the caves of hopeless despair

Is every silvery sigh, every mortal care.

Success rewards few, yet beckons many;

Dreamers delight in its virulent company.

My love, the scars that are found,

Can be charged to your hungry heart’s lofty account

All your bloody cuts, weeping for repair –

Were given by the sword in your hand, that ‘Dream’ rare.

You did know this, when in that carriage of Want, you vowed,

That your Dream, by your treason, would never cloud.

You did know, my love, that for your Dream to realise-

            It shall take all you have – your lusty life.

                                                                                           Ananya Ajay Kumar

Our Aspirations

OUR ASPIRATIONS

The Dream, the Want, the Quest, the Need

To be someone is what we plead.

Pride, in the eyes of all whom we love

Laughter, accompanied by the white dove

Tolerance, and struggle with all our might

It is what you believe in, that is right.

To overcome each and every dent,

And a life-ful of fulfilment

To listen to our hearts silent call,

For with every leap, comes a fall.

To change our world together,

Only then can we get our piece of forever.

                                                                                        Ananya Ajay Kumar

What am I afraid of?

WHAT AM I AFRAID OF?

What am I afraid of?

Goodbyes. The ones that are never said.

Of the dark, and a little of the light.

Of the scorching fire that consumes all,

and of the burning candle that never lets me be.

Of hatred and jealousy, the kind that

gnaws at your very foundations;

but also of love, which nudges you over the edge,

bit by painful bit.

Of the stars, of how they always seem

to know their place

Of that ever – remembered, haunting face.

Of touch, of fall and of tears.

Of those bitter smiles and the hurt – kept veiled inside.

Of the want – restless and demanding;

The insatiable need! That never lets you be.

Of beaches and waves and that nostalgic

brew of coffee.

Of the day with its armoury of dull feelings

 and the Nights that echo sadness.

What am I afraid of?

Me.

                                                                                             Ananya Ajay Kumar

What Is Already Told

WHAT IS ALREADY TOLD

What is already told,

What is never again said.

Pernicious, and subtly hold.

hike the smile of a well bred.

Laughter, Quirks and Merry lies,

Floating through every mile

Strange, how easy it is to forget –

Life never really was a safe bet.

What is already told,

And is never again said.

                                                                 Ananya Ajay Kumar

The Girl In The Mirror

           THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR

“I despise you”

I tell her, to the girl in front of me.

To the girl in the mirror.

She laughs at me, scorns at my plight.

Hates me for what I am

And pretends-with all her might-

That she is happy.

That all is well.

Alas, I can see

This girl, in past she dwells.

In lonely butterfly cages

And damp diary pages.

Time spent, in what she thinks

Was her paradise.

I see, the pain beneath the pride.

And then, there is pity

Her, I don’t despise.  

                                                                                  Ananya Ajay Kumar

The Pain That Takes All Pain Away

THE PAIN THAT TAKES ALL PAIN AWAY

I touch it.

It is silver, shiny and sharp

It gives me power, stages a flurry.

I need to do it –

To feel it against my skin

Just one slit

 For the pain that takes all pain away.

Oh, it burns.

And I smile. I feel better.

I feel uplifted!

I know I shouldn’t do this

Nothing is right!

But it heals while it cuts,

The pain that takes all pain away-

From the struggles and the chaos of the day,

It shuts my eye. No hurt, no want.

A teardrop escapes, falls on the floor.

Twilight fades. Night falls.

And I am left to myself.

Alone, Again. Alone, like always.

                                                                                             Ananya Ajay Kumar

Future

                               FUTURE

Sometime back. (Aah, but how long it seems)

The future was a six-lettered sun-kissed beam.

For some, it was that castle on clouds

To others, their Arts’ steady shout.

Far away, the dream was enough

Yet unseen – it was in eternity’s cuffs

But future, that devil! It beckons me how

Into the pit that is  both deep and foul.

His touch is cold. Yet I give my hand

For I have realised,

Castles on clouds, cannot have pillars of sand.

                                                                                      Ananya Ajay Kumar

Endless Night

ENDLESS NIGHT

Endless Night

Be quiet, let me sleep.

I am done with the day's toil

The hurt, the competition, the promises

The noise, the laughter and the sympathy

Don’t you feel my plight?

Won’t you let me be?

Why do you continue with-

Your ununderstandable demands-

Until you are perfectly slated?

The trails, the torture and the doubts,

The fear, the criticism and the hatred.

Your questions, I haven’t any answers to.

The pressure of being indebted!

Leave me! Let me be!

Let me succumb to the pleasures of sleep –

That uninhibited, unfathomable spasm

Of unfeeling trance.

Let me go.

Let me be.

                                                                                                                              Ananya Ajay Kumar

Memories

                                              MEMORIES

The love letters of past,

To his mistress – the Future

Written in ink, to forever last,

Quiet, untouched by any curr-

Are these memories.

Of summer love, under dusky trees,

Of happiness consumed and hearts freed.

When the Nights arms are folded,

The snippets of time, of a lost eternity

Come to you, to the mind they have molded,

Faithfully, you hear them out

But never let them leave, with a trace of doubt

Unspoken, Unheard and Unholy – their magic they cast,

Such are these memories, The love letters of past.

                                                            Ananya Ajay Kumar

The Winner

                                               THE WINNER

This journey you call yours,

A dreamers endless pursuit

Of flame and glory- the perfect story-

Has road rugged from wear.

And corpses lie, echoed by emptiness.

            The stage is empty, it always was

            It calls to you, O traveller of want!

            Dare you go to it? And let the dream not wilt?

            Oh seeker, can you leave everything

            For that Desire, that threatens

            To consume all life?

In the end, it is your name

That the crowds shall moan,

Yet, never forget- the winner, always, stands alone.

                                                      Ananya Ajay Kumar

Black and White

BLACK AND WHITE

          

            Through the lonely gypsy’s endless trail,

            His eyes steady, his tread frail,

                        Came a saying, long unsaid:

                        “Where the overwhelming west winds stand dead;

                        There is but one rule that explains all plight

                        The world, is but, Black and White”


                                                       Ananya Ajay Kumar