Speak Ye, Ruddy Drops

Speak Ye, Ruddy Drops

Oozing from my bleeding heart

You tiny ruddy drops of blood

Drenching my soul as you pour

Deep down from my heart’s core…

He broke my heart

Ripped it apart

And as he left my ‘tender’ hand

Did he ever care where the pieces land?

‘Morrow if he comes here to see

Tell him that am no more ME

For if my lips doth fail to utter

Tell him my life hath cleared it’s clutter!

-Raashi Hasteer

In the heart of nature , he lives within.

In the heart of nature , he lives within

He’s  leaving the Earth

All the pain , All the mirth

Someday he may not recall

Of the days he felt ecstasy with all

The days that made him cry and fret

Times when he was content with life

Times when each moment was a painful strife

He may no longer remember

Nights blessed with peaceful slumber

Or the nights  spent in endless tears

Times when he enjoyed like a free child

Times when no reasons of bliss he could find

Days he lend a hand for the ones who  sail

Or the days when others helped him sail

Across the ocean of life !

He may no longer remember a thing…

O nature ! Wilst thou also forget his being?

‘ The Sun shall continue to smile…

The Moon will go on in her journey of miles

The stars shall continue to glisten

Birds shall sing and men shall listen

Flowers shall bloom and leaves shall rustle

Men will live in their hustle and bustle

…But

My son , I shall never forget his being

He’ll stay alive in forms

Unheard and unseen

Lulled by the breeze

Kissed by the rain…

…For his body of dust will go back therein

An element of nature in nature shall remain

Always caressed , Always within ‘

-Raashi Hasteer

Black Diary

( This poem is related to the diary of my maternal grandfather whom I lost years back ! Though he isn’t there but his memories still remind me of his presence in my heart . )

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Black Diary

I picked up thy diary

Thy name inscribed therein

On black cover , silver ink !

With each page that I flipped

In memories of thee I was gripped.

With mine eyes teary

I closed thy diary

Thinking about the scars

On the last page I saw a star

On black cover ,silver ink !

I looked up at the sky

As if to question why

Ah! Once again black sky silver stars

I was reminded of that star

And the unlimited scars!!

-Raashi Hasteer

A Weary Soul

A Weary Soul

Thou standeth at my grave to cry

When I needed you , Did you ever try?

Thou standeth at my grave to wail

Did you mollify when I was pale?

Thou standeth at my grave to yell

Did you hold my hand whenever I fell?

Thou standeth at my grave to whine

Did you see when for you I did pine?

Thou standeth at my grave to weep

Did your promises you ever keep?

Thou standeth at my grave to moan

Did you hug me when I felt forlorn?

Thou standeth hither . I know not why?

Is something left for you to try?

You made my life a living hell

And now thou standeth here to yell?

A whacked , withered , weary soul ~ here I lie !

Do whatever because my soul won’t die

Before my soul to heaven proceeds

I request you sir – Please Recede !

-Raashi Hasteer