Arun Poems | Examples

CIAO!

Amidst the gentle and warm glow of a flame, we  gathered, you and I,
A farewell party, teary eyes, beneath the green sky.
Together we celebrated, in a heartfelt adieu.
Among your Laughter, grace, and vibrant smiles,
They all made the moments precious, in this final mile.
With a gift so divine, you bestowed,
A symbol of love and blessings, on the path I would go.
The meet up and the warmth, oh! a sweet memory to savor,
A taste of friendship's sweetness, in every flavor.
As we part ways, my heart swells with emotion,
For your love and warmth, I'll carry like a timeless devotion.
You've etched your love in my heart, a treasure that's the best.
With gratitude and tears, I bid you all adieu,
For the love you've given, forever I'll hold onto.

©?Chitra Arun

MAYA-An Enigma lost

In the depths of Tadoba, 
where shadows sway,
once lived Maya,
the Tigeress, in a mystical way. 
There was an silent under tone through the forest,
As she graced with majestic stripes, 
she Ruled the land, morning and night, 
especially the moonlit jungle, 
indeed a breathtaking sight. 

But fate, may you say? 
or a merciless hunter?
had its own course, 
And took Maya's spirit, with a force. 

Her spirit still dances as a gentle breeze,
amidst the lush greenery, 
where she once roamed and reigned,
there lies a story of her courage, 
a tale to be told. 

Through her amber eyes, the forest wept, 
for Maya's journey, 
in the wilderness suddenly snapped!

Her roars echo through the rustling leaves,
For every paw print left in the dust,
Carries the betrayal of a tiger's trust.

But in the tranquility of Tadoba's sigh, Maya's spirit soars, 
refusing to die. 
In the glow of twilight, 
her memory burns bright, 
Maya lives on, in the wild.

©?Chitra Arun

Lonesome Trails

LONESOME TRAILS
 
Trails of a long lonesome journey,
Still has memoirs, leaving imprints behind.
Ensuing the winding path,
through avalanche and gorge far and wide,
a lone traveller seeking solace,
betwixt the expanse of the world.
 
The wind muttered secrets,
carrying echoes of buried tales,
each step leaving an ineffaceable mark,
embossed upon the tapestry of time.
Through thick forests of ambiguity,
and deserts of unanswered questions,
In search of meaning and understanding,
I walked.
 
Imprints left behind tell stories of grit and brawn,
Of battles fought and victories won,
Of losses grieved and lessons learned.
But as I look back on the path,
Traced by the soles of my weary feet,
I realize it was never about the destination,
But the journey that transformed my soul.
The imprints may fade with time,
But the memories will linger on,
For each step taken on that long lonesome road,
Shaped the person I am.
I hold close the paths I’ve journeyed,
With their peaks and valleys intertwined,
For they are more than mere imprints left,
Oh, they paint the essence of a life refined.

©Chitra Arun

Melancholy of a Solitary Bird

The weight of my heart feels heavy, 
As I watch you talk about leaving. 
A pit of despair swallows me whole, 
As I imagine a world without you, alone and cold.
Every whispered word of freedom, 
Feels like a death knell for our love. 
I try to understand your longing, 
But the pain of losing you makes my heart feel strung.
Am I not enough to make your heart sing? 
Is this partnership not worth the fight?
These questions taunt and sting, 
As I try to make sense of your sudden flight.
The crushing weight of heartbreak rests heavy on my chest,
As I hear you speak of freedom, of leaving all the rest. 
My mind races with fears, with questions left unasked, 
As I watch my happiness shatter, an impossible task.
What of all the dreams we shared,
the plans we made for life? 
The hurt and pain of these thoughts cut deep within my soul, 
As I witness your desire for freedom, 
as you plan to tow a different role.
The thought of you moving away, 
of leaving me behind, 
Rips my life apart, 
my heart in desperate bind. 

©Chitra Arun

Grime Under the Tablecloth

Grime under the table cloth

Beneath the fluorescent lights and sterile walls, 
Lurks an undercurrent of unspoken strife. 
The daggers are kept hidden, the words unsaid, 
But the tension is palpable, 
A throbbing wound. 
For all the forced cordiality, 
the animosity seethes underneath.

©?Chitra Arun

The Journey of a Gaslit Soul

The day of birth decided,
the date of Death.
In the theatre of life that unlatched,
happiness to what count
heartaches to what count to be taken,
to be scripted down on my own. 
Knew this all,
spoke it all,
but the ambrosial journey that started,
now being pervaded by languor.
Due to a Gaslit Soul!
A journey of thousand miles
one step made it curtailed
Now locked in the scarred walls
Of a Gaslit Soul! 

©?Chitra Arun
2023

For My Soulmate

Distance may keep us apart,
Argument may happen when we meet.
Yet unexplainable is the feeling that we both share.
Our hearts may be miles apart,
Yet Soul in unison. 
We may not be able to express a lot,
Yet the best of partners we both are.
Like a rainbow beneath the cloud,
Always u came by to light up a smile.
Whenever life thrashed me down
For many reasons unexplained.
My eyes searched for you
And always found you by my side.
Standing there always to show me that you care.
Your presence my love makes my heart feel light.
As long as you stand by
Nothing can give me a fright.

@Chitra Arun

Adieu Chum

You came tiptoeing into the fortress that I build,
Broke the shackles that cinched my soul, with your shimmering eyes.
Disintegrated the iron chains that I wore,
with the warmth of your smile and the fondness in your heart.
Liberating caged birdie, which I held on.
Au naturel I am now.
Looking at life yet again with a child like glee.
Buddy, berserk I wish to go,
with the news of your departure.
Wish I could hide you from all,
Keeping you all for myself.
But I have to let you go
To explore new frontiers,
And make new friends.
Fly my friend, fly
I would not hold you back,
though my heart bleeds
And my soul cries.
A space in my crimson hollow you would always have,
Silently, wishing you more smiles,
and more happiness where ever you go.

©Chitra Arun
Nov 2022

O Holy World

Half a century of ignorance
Independent?
Shall we celebrate?
Anarchy of soul destruction
Is freedom beautiful?
Shall we salute it?

Break the thread of peace
A gift brought
This bloody agate
Corrected with devotion in your sin
Look at the people
O holy world!

Unborn Chrysalis

To be unrestrained and happy,
the only reverie I contemplated about.
For those who would never come by,
are the only prized memories now.
Every time fate crushed me,
I held on and bled.
Every time I tried to listen,
leaden silence deafened me.
Every time I longed for rainbows,
a deluge of tears filled my soul.
Barricade of orphanage culled me.
Empty stomach reigned my nights,
scorns and mocking looks,
bore deep into my heart.
Hope was all that I had,
offering courage to hang on.
Like a lonely dancer on stage,
to play my distressing part, 
oblivious of the rolled down curtains,
in this theatre of my soul.
With no chance to fly,
an unfortunate chrysalis I am,
metamorphosis giving new life.
To one and all I say,
pause and don’t shut your heart,
to a little girl and
listen to the silence of her soul,
asking for nothing more than a chance.

@Chitra Arun, May 2022

When They Met

The two creases of the palm when they meet, 
does anyone know the locale where they meet?
I want to hunt for that place,
I want to observe these two creases dating.
Alluring ambience they would compose,
discovering one other in themselves! 
Entwined together in one warm ambrosial breath,
completely disconnected of what is around,
searching bliss in each other. 
Body and soul becoming one, 
just as the eye and the tear drop!
Lo! the foray has just started,
playmate they both became, 
life now is a congenial bliss. 
Dawn is here, 
and nights are vibrant. 
The two creases of the palm when they meet, 
does anyone know the locale where they meet?

 ©Chitra Arun 
Copyright © Chitra Arun | Year Posted 2021

Perturbed Not, I Am Fine

This hymn which is achingly beautiful, 
reminds me of you. 
Indication of love and it reminds me of you. 
It's been quite long, 
and exhausted I am, of camouflaging my feelings for you. 
Never realized when I slipped in love with you. 
Perturbed I am not, 
I am fine. 
This heart now a lunatic, 
slowly slipping down to the oblivion. 
Evocative thoughts of your scent, 
swells up my eyes with tears. 
Perturbed I am not, 
I am fine, 
resonance of your voice still lingers in my ears. 
Evening's I ignite the lamps around your scented memory, 
eyelids turn moist which once used to drench, 
thinking of you. 
Mutilated I am, 
just left to be scattered away. 
With few debris of your feel, 
that still remains to quit. 
Perturbed I am not, 
I am fine. 

©Chitra Arun Sept2021

Thoughtography 2

Life and death is just about a burp.
One burp, life leaves it's abode
Body to be consumed by fire and mud 
Then, what's the use of 
having a mansion as a home.

©Chitra Arun
Aug 2021

Soulful Pain

Tears are not guests anymore,
Or have they become unwanted guests?
that bump uninvited.
The dark grey cloud of pain,
also engulfs the soul unexplained.

Pain and tears have a hidden agenda now
Tormenting the soul,
Scrapping out the little life
That is struck somewhere
In the deep dark bossom pit 
harnessed to the chariot made 
of flesh and blood.

Have promised a smile 
Clinging on to the cliff of life
Or else would have drowned into the ferocious tide down there.

But on second thoughts,
Happiness and joy also come as guests,
And never to stay for long.

Pain and tears at least stay on,
as a sentinel on guard.
Cuddling me close,
with a promise to stay forever.
breath stopped,
but the ache lingered on.

©Chitra Arun
30/05/2021

Dear Uncle Eapen

It feels like just yesterday I saw you smiling, 
and talking in whispering notes, 
and it's today that you marked your new journey. 
The news that brought tears to my eyes,
and you made me remember, what it was like to cry. 
Aghast I am that, 
never again to you, I will say hello. 
It was hard to see you in eternal sleep, 
clad in white, covered in flowers. 
Yet my heart still says, 
you would always stay around.
Your voice so subtle, 
yet your wisdom and thoughts so profound. 
Now you in that heavenly place, 
on the wings of the heavenly dove,
soaring so high above. 
As today you parted away in silence and tears, 
to disembody for a new journey,
broken and shattered I am, 
I regret never saying how much I love you, 
and in silence, I grieve. 
Let me cry myself to sleep at night, 
and pray that Jesus keeps your soul at peace. 
Now and forever, 
you will be the one I always admired. 

©Chitra Arun

(* In the memory of my beloved Uncle Eapen, who now rests peacefully in the heavenly abode)

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