Short Chitra Poems
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It isn't easy to enact the character of life.
People have to disintegrate,
To cluster scattered relationships.
©Chitra Arun
When a blob of water merges with the sea its bliss.
But when the sea ebbs into a droplet,
it becomes a gordian knot!
©chitra Arun
Form:
Heart burning in silence,
Devoid of smoke and ash,
yet I still ignite within.
Soul lit; but leaving no mark,
wounds still glare in the night!
©Chitra Arun
Clutching shards that cut deeper with time.
Bleeding quietly, hoping they’ll become whole again.
But letting go feels like losing the last of the light.
©Chitra Arun
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
We always speculate that,
it requires considerable time,
to instigate change in life.
But little do we understand,
the changing times would leave our life bartered forever.
©Chitra Arun
April 2021
The red mist descends beyond horizon,
footprints of your visit yesterday linger on.
Nonchalantly the haze still fills up my senses,
reminiscence of your lyric still ornate my soul.
©Chitra Arun
Form:
The waves reached out like memories trying to return,
The sky, heavy with unsaid words,
And somewhere between the sea and the storm,
I left a part of me in those waters,
still waiting to be found.
©Chitra Arun
Stay, don’t go,
Not yet, let the night, stand still,
The heart still beats against its will.
A fleeting smile, a silent gaze,
Is all I need to set me ablaze.
Just walk on, smile once more,
And I’ll ask for nothing more.
©Chitra Arun
Drenched today I may be,
but this isn't my end yet.
I would ignite afresh,
and this ability hasn't perished yet.
Discard I might my wings if,
I would glide up again yet.
Would you be able to stop me then?
There isn't such a wall yet!
©Chitra Arun Dec 2020
A light within I ponder,
love for one that should be.
A journey in silence I seek
finding a balance within the storm.
Seeking the path of yoga,
not just the union of body with breath
but a Zen within to be found,
A soul’s harmony beyond life and death
©Chitra Arun
This smile isn’t just a show,
it holds stories of silent roads,
walked with grace.
There’s calm in the eyes,
but the heart does carry waves.
Every glance tells of moments lived,
not just days.
No drama, no show,
just the quiet strength of a soul
that has learned to glow.
©Chitra Arun
I don't complain as I tell this tale,
for he who complains doubts life,
and I am a firm believer of life.
I believe in the worth of its bitterness,
mingled in each portion that I drink,
from the cup of life.
I believe in the ultimate mercy of these steel fingers that crush my soul!
©Chitra Arun
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 Final Synthesis
The unknown begins,
the wind whispers to the dancing trees about a thousand secrets.
The rain cleanses the stained earth and makes it sacred.
The night plays its quite music,
Life is Born!
man, and nature,
nature and creation bonding in the final synthesis.
©Chitra Arun
Copyright © Chitra Arun | Year Posted 2019
Hey child, you would not realize,
what is in a mother's heart.
cause you just grow up in joy,
now, that is all that matters!
A mother's mind is unknown to all.
The melancholic call deep inside,
is never heard by anyone.
Soul severed in pain for you my child,
yet unknown,
you keep laughing with glee.
Now, that's what a mother's life-tale is all about!
© Chitra Arun 26/04/2021
When the heart feels low,
or the day feels too long,
just one warm cup of tea,
and you by me, that’s enough.
No revelries, no crowd,
just peace and a little quite ride.
your smile,
Your gentle touch,
my gaze,
Our heartbeats,
and tea by our side.
Always remember,
You share your laughter,
so share your pain too.
I’m here,
in every season,
for that one quiet cup of tea,
with you.
Always.!
©Chitra Arun
The day of birth decides the date of death.
In the theatre of life that unlatched,
happiness and heartaches alike
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 Gaslit Soul!
A journey of thousand miles
one step made it curtailed
now locked in the scarred walls
Of a Gaslit Soul!
©Chitra Arun
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
Some intimacies are quite unique,
where two hearts mature together,
enmeshed in a web of love.
Guiding each other
with the light in the eyes.
Hope, in the dreams becoming one,
guess, that’s what makes separation harrowing.
Pain is caused not because of two hearts separating,
but one being ripped apart.
Yet, there lies magic in those memories.
They can bring two hearts
yet closer spanning the miles in seconds.
©Chitra Arun
A day at the bank,
I could never forget,
With the scowl-faced monsters all around.
Am I in the prehistoric Jurassic age? I thought.
They smell the greens so well,
their ear for the tinkles so clear.
Those radiating smiles,
reflecting their urge to hunt down their prey,
those who just walked down to them unaware.
Their transition from the meek to the prowl,
and from prowl to scowl.
A day in the bank I could not forget.
@Chitra Arun
I wish to touch you,
Feel you with my eyes.
The warmth in your gaze alone is enough,
To light up a silence
That only I hear.
Your smile hides in my peace
Yet silence scare,
Fingers freeze on unanswered notes.
Now I’ve grown used to it
I still find you
In the spaces between the words.
And my heart whispers,
Let me just see you
Let me just hold you
Tightly
Quietly
In my arms,
Just long enough to remember
How it feels to belong!
©Chitra Arun