The most hated feelings.

anticipation, a hated word,
makes you go around the world,

the wait for the dark clouds,
for the moments when you can say it aloud,
for the pleasure of a raindrop on a scorched face
the satisfaction of cool drops down a parched throat

the water, the cloud, the shade, or the beautiful glade
meaningless without the longing,
without the anticipation, all the pleasures fade.


the happiness from anything, from the heartburning desire arises.
the driver of destiny, the motive force behind man
the  most hated of feelings,
desire, anticipation, and longing.

the dreams that keep you awake,
the dreams that disturb you as you wake
the purpose in life,
the thirst that warrants the strife;
difficult decisions, battles between desires
the source of pride for a well lived life,
the fountain of joy for any quest won,
hated while they're there, prized when they're won.

desires and decisions, fuelling life,
three cheers to them for bleeding you as knives.

Live

Over death we have no control,
eyes close, heads roll;
life kicked out from beautiful eyes and beating hearts,
painful, painless, bloody, bloodless, and a hundred other sorts,
ways all to fall, like a lifeless doll.

the whims of others decide how you go,
a God or a devil, someone stops your show.

one moment you may be jumping, full of glee,
just remember you will never know when your life will flee.
flowers or fleas, bins or coffins,
no wreath can make you breathe;
no telephone rings, no internet pings,
 only friends, family and lovers who seethe.

no society, no taboo, no bonds that matter,
a life lived with hesitation, with fear of rejection;
afraid to laugh, to cry, to do new things, to go out of character;
limited you live, strained and constrained;
you need no chains or glass ceiling, so self restrained.

its a precious life so uncertain,
live it before someone pulls the curtains.
live the life you want, listen to no taunt,
life is to live, don't come back to haunt.
all fears look insignificant once you're gone,
a hundred things you'll wish you'd done,
but then you'll see no dawn nor sundown.


you know any tock may stop your clock,
live like a man, get out of the flock;

you have it now,
the life, the light, the essence of now;
live it while you have it, live it today, live it now.

Inability

Able to talk, to write, to communicate;

The inability to express continues to hound.

Ironical its sound,

The truth to which I am bound.

Light you see not,

Only what it shows.

The torrent held inside,

The cloud destined to grow.

Lightning and drizzles hiding everything,

The fright, the storm that continues to grow.

Afraid to rain, afraid it might cause pain.

Not able to leave, secretly wanting to stay;

Insignificant thoughts and feeble words,

Ignoring the warning; risking the fords.

Knowing well that the threat grows,

Undecided.

© Sireesh.Y, 2012

Now it begins to clear

oh now the slush
has begun to clear,

the mud settling down,
as the dirt disappears.

im waiting for the ripples to disappear,
the pain was seething
but now it is beginning to clear,

the butchers knife transforms into a feather,
as I see the butcher was always a raptor

on it
I will fly, now that the slush is clear.

© Sireesh. Y

THE INNER LIGHT...!

I'm longing to take flight
but my wings are stuck so tight

they wont budge till I fight
to reignite my inner light!

my light was once burning bright
but now it makes for a sore sight

spluttering and looking

like its time has finally come by
but I will wake up and fight

to rekindle my inner light
I was once so great they say

like I've fallen,
into total dismay

but they'll soon know that
the fall from praise
was just a wake up call from my soul
to say to my mind

not to idly lay


oh yes i will fight till my inner light is blinding bright!
© Sireesh.Y ,2010

sunlight and the shadow

Sunlight and the Shadow, two sworn enemies,
one won't be in the same place as the other,

but one cant be without the other either!

They fight along, making a beautiful scene,
below the great oak
with the breeze they move,
as do the leaves and the boughs.

On a late afternoon, as i lazily lay,
wondering why it is
with all great foes,
that one cant be along with the other,
while
they also cant be without each other?

no shadow without light, no meaning for light
without shadow
,no failure without success,

but just the same
success would mean nothing
had it not been for the fear of failure.
the doctors all despise disease,
but whats the need for a doctor

without the disease?

no one can die unless they have lived,
but what is life,
if it isn't defying death?

death failure,disease,shadow,
all giving meaning to their nemeses,
just as the opposites strive to destroy these.

it makes me wonder, if it's all a great stage,
enacting a script someone above made?

pairs of enemies,
made for the purpose,

one justifying the other,
and the other endeavouring to obleviate the other?
Man lives on, fighting his fears,
protecting his dears,

abusing fear, hoping it never gets near.
but when will he realise ,
he would never love his dears,

it it weren't for his fear?

no shadow without light, no wrong without right.

© Sireesh.Y ,2011

Choking in the greenest yard

the lights look dim,
my head feels numb,
I'm choking hard,
in the greenest yard,

the air is clean,
the plants all green,

but still it feels like a dissolving scene,
the trees look weird,
they seem to be twisting,
there's something wrong,

I'm choking,
and it feels like i wont survive long.
my mouth is gaping, trying hard,
but I wonder whats amiss,

why is it that I'm choking like this?
what is it that's stopping the air,

I'm choking today in the greenest yard.

suddenly there's a whisper in my ear,
get up my dear,
come a little near.
I struggle and kick about
to get on my feet,
the head aching like mad,
as if it would split,
when the whisper turns loud,

it sounds like a song,
telling me whats wrong,
letting me know whats amiss,
why I feel like I'm getting the
cold kiss,
its because I haven't let my spirit breathe,
I've been alive,
but I haven't been living,
I need to get the air
to my spirit that's crumbling,
to breathe, to feel alive,
to feel the breeze against my hair,
to sing that song,
for which my soul has longed,
to feel free,
to run along.

I finally get up,
my choking,
its gone,
I'm gonna breathe,
my choking, its gone.

© Sireesh.Y ,2011

:-)

looking at the horizon
at the end of the day,
watching the sun,
reflecting on the day,
why is it that i feel this way
that you are the one
without whom its always
a meaningless day

oh really, without you its no fun, this day, this sun and this horizon.

© Sireesh.Y ,2011

Khamoshi..

Khamoshi ki tamannah hai har kisiko,
par qabr ke sannate ka khauf sabhiko.

Kya hai Zindagi agar nahi hai jashn shor ka?
warna Zindagi ka aakhri lamha bitata har koi,
kuch kehne ki koshish mein,
koi kuch kahe is aarzoo mein?


© Sireesh.Y, 2010