Life in a drop

(This poetry is pure depiction of life...one can relate.)





under the chaos of this beautiful life
i stand amidst the meadows,
far reaches of it,
unknown distances to feet.
confusion of a seeker,lies within thee
charms of the enchants,
feet driven to woods
confusion and fear of vast abyss.
human , a hypocrite,so am i..
i don't believe in you
yet i imply you.
guide me oh mighty!
to my awaiting dreams
daubed under abstracts of my life.
grotesque to your eyes
like smudged toffee.

don't taste it,

don't touch it,

with all taste i will clamber a feet

yes i will clamber a feet!

--Rushikesh (elrussa)--

PLAY

                   [these lines depict the anxiety of an actor before the curtains go off]

Beneath the silence of a play,
Uprise of applause has a say.
Would it disseminate lided misfortune?
Or char my dissatisfaction,my life in tune!
Hours of emotion poured in.
nocturnal to diurnal vigil
Silence touches clod,it is so wet
Mould me my destiny!
Tell me, what is my fate?

               --RUSHIKESH {elrussa}--

SULLEN MAN

violin plays the memory of bruises

tint of blue on shiny overcoat from closet

a sullen man with glass,half empty atlast

with a greyline and specks,

listening to his wife's lament

grautesque daubed mask of the face

heaving sigh for something else

it's all papers around in silent room

to catch one on thousand he looms

what he wants is all perished it seems

tracking a path with shroud,which he redeems

speaks of his unreligious beliefs.

clamber upward,clumbered him

in tryst of success , dreams got entwined

lost amidst haze of his rebound choices

he shudders awake and swithches on his eyes

it's the old manor with dreams behind

where violin plays the "memory of bruises"

--RUSHIKESH [elrussa]

PENDING ASSIGNMENT..

              {  These lines came to me in series of emotions.To tell you frankly they 

still pop up!

                This poetry is very short.It tells about a particular moment ,where i 

feel a need to achieve something,that i am destined to .But what is it?is still an enigma!}

life,where have you taken me?

pending assignment within thee,

of an unknown chord,

i seek a peep.

dramatic of a fallen lie,a silence keep.

my word,my toss!

tumbling upon the signed glass.

succumbed yet another pawn

in disguise of dusk to dawn.

what is my pending assignment?

tell me!

what is my pending assignment?

                                     

                                           --RUSHIKESH  {elrussa}--

brittle base

THIS ONE COMES AS A NARRATION OF AN "IDOL" WHO WAS TAMED TO DO WRONG,AND HIS FIGHT FOR JUSTICE AND FREEDOM .

AT THE END HE SUCCEDS AT A COST.....

              
                   ** BRITTLE BASE**

a character that bears no resemblance,

a body with wrong appearance.
what do we learn from the deeds of others?
winds won't spread the enchants of grief

even if they symbolize,bitter cold.

we are the worthless pile of conceptions
all are an entropy,yet we festoon it with pride
how can a stelae bore a cause within?
hands are the culprit of masterpiece's of evil.
time seeks for courage,
shadow of pessimism loom over.
reeks of banal faith squat relations
brittle are the bloodlines that disguise you.
time is an only entity
so pure,constant and infinite
where truths are entombed !!!

                                -- RUSHHIKESH SHINDE

beauty and women

as i look through the glass

a gently carved,delicate women is visible

eyes so moist,like a divine pearl

they dont speak her beauty,only pain and anxiety

gently she carries herself off the emotions

hiding her core,behind integument of lotion

her persona dazzles around everyone

but odyssey is what i find in her

with a fake smile,again she tries

won't say effort in vain,her banal steles is visible

only, me, uncharmed by "that" steles

i try to look beneath,in what she believes

a trespasser,the vituperations of the gull

come storming at me,politely i swallow them.

she is soft,she is broken

her feathers bore all the token.

all naked she tries to hide herself

succeeds awrily,with fear and flare

ever has none,touched her core

she cries galore.

life was beautiful ,so was her face

days ascended,beauty descended

whimsical her life,less happiness more regrets

men were the culprits,so were the women

stains of blood ,won't evaporate

the social ambiguity,the way of human life.

years passed,except for few,

odysseys unchanged only characters different,

no pittiness can cure it!

she is trapped,history has sunk through her skin

like a beautiful melody of saddness.

we salute her for a day,

others happiness,her only play.

saints outnumbered by her

deeds of her we remember are blur.

she is a saint,i bow

invisible halo in her lies.

with a transparent and selfless glow.

yes she is more than a women,now i know.

                     ---RUSHIKESH SHINDE----

                                        [elrussa]

wisp hope

the demons squat over all that's mine

like a bliss of happiness staining me

brittle is what i've seen myself becoming

like a beauty queen dressed up for memorial

existence seems so unrealistic in fog

the vague outline of my sinking ship

should i whine over my ship?

or disguise myself with plume

"the feathery smile i always carry"

winds sniff the graves,i hear enchants of weary

lidded for centuries under earth

all the long gone glories!

reeks of these putrescent glories

disseminated by my deeds

banal finished steles wants an integument

to hide of my senelities!

windows starved of light,stalkers char me behind

all petulent,hoping for integument in linen white!!!!!

                            
                                           ---RUSHIKESH SHINDE{elrussa}

I DARE TO WRITE WHAT I FEEL!

i dare to write what i feel

a cuatro being played,a distant soul

i am the melody,curvicious and eccentric

undefined of diurnal or nocturnal vigil.

sometimes saddness squelches,

whose entry i lament with melody.

i thank saddness under whose brilliance

my words pour out ,who lie awkward as an angel.

life an unpredicted entity,how amazing

you cross the stones and stumble on the clod.

different personas and their auras,

some vibrantly noticeble and some stupid.

hands held discretely,yet thoughts so uneven

sometimes i lack the sense,and my thoughts

back to graveyard,not everyday is same.

why do i squat in the cave?

smelling myself and killing flies.

not faraway the town is,

beautiful sunflower and honeybees.

smell of friendship,music wont reach me

only cloaked,mournful figure stand near me.

in this trance,on ash my hornless snail feeds

before stare mercy soul retreats.

harried by headaches and remorse

death welcomes me to its treat.

proudly i accept its wine because

i dare to write what i feel

and i dare to feel !!!!

                       ---RUSHIKESH SHINDE

                                          [elrussa]

Numbness of sound

-----[this poetry is the depiction of today's youth in me.(the fair share of trend and bit of 'ME')]


Numbness of sound,
Into the wilderness of youth.
Life without cause,
Euphoria,self-control without a tut.
Who would have predicted?
The banal sequence of life,the land squatted.
The brief abridgement,
Sensitivity at stake,
Me the benignant!
                       
                                          ----RUSHIKESH {elrussa}----

LEAVES OF HOPE

.......these lines came to me when i saw a man and his chances leading him to nowhere.....
......i won't reveal his name.but he's my good friend......





what pours out as simple hope
is nothing but juvenile effort to cope,
cope the life's resentment of reality 
where dreams march on to futility.



                                ---RUSHIKESH {elrussa}---

FROM SWEET MEMORY TO PERHAPS

And what has become of it,

in past ,of the quartz ,so ritz.

counts off in galore,

drifted away off-shore.

incandescent light of single substance

to the sun's and moon's distance.

harmony is yet,what i find here

nothing has riveted me so much,not even riviera

my town and my past years.

sweeter are the memories which grow older

a capella of love and being together,

and would abdicate for this cherished wonder,

a pond of variants,on note,not even a blunder.

beautiful faces,innocent souls,

smooth relations in turbulent swirls.

why does time abnegate these pleasures?

perhaps.a perception of life?

perhaps,the semantics we follow?

perhaps,the inception of change?

perhaps,an illusion,a bubble,a stereotype life?

                                               ------RUSHIKESH ..[elrussa]---