FAIRNESS

is it fair that an innocent offspring of a dear deer,
is destroyed by an uncouthly hyena,
who goes home to find her children,
who suck her milk bare, they become her.

is it fair that a beautifully laughing grass,
is churned by that beautiful lamb,
who ruminates that grass on and on,
grass melts slowly into the lamb,

I harken to her and enquire “why me? this is not fair!”
she laughs gently and she says,
“your human ideals and the lies you tell!
“everyone is dark and i am fare!
everyone a hyena and i am the deer”
but what about the grass who wanted to cheer,
chewed to pieces by that hungry deer
in life’s chaos, the truth appears
nothing is fair , nothing is clear

Ode to the lost soulmate

The world is round my dear,
And my regrets spin around my head like serpent,
In the midst of dark I grope for you,
And the true tender moments we spent,
Very banal, but what in the world they meant!
Everything for that time,
I look for you in my heart for the wounds you might have inflicted,
But despair to find how easy you went,
Like august light, so pure and bright,
You are gleaming and beaming with hope,
And progess and happiness,
While I lament in the shadows of your memories,
Which could have been the light of my life

take me to the place

Take me to the place that endures,
Bittersweet happenstance of life,
Where mind is not boggled by,
Mesmerising nymphs and angels,
Neither is the heart punctured,
By the skeletons it wore,

Take me to the place that ensures,
Absolute remembrance of people past,
Where will is not wary to confront,
Monsters and demons of then,
Neither is the soul drowned,
By warm amnion of lovers,

Take me to the place that implores,
All of me and all of you,
Where self is not deified,
For the duties that were due,
Neither is it crucified,
For the sins that it repented…

Delight

The threads you wove have turned to rope,
Angst of past has churned to hope,

Darkness of mind has blazed with light,
Surrows of soul have crazed with delight,

Trysts of love have sprouted into tale,
Stillness of heart has routed into gale,

Sound of words is kissed with spark,
Woes of past are missed with lark

The hills before me

The hills before me smile so blue,
Tell a tale thats oh so true,
A tale that lasts more than the told,
Its grain of truth outsells your gold,

Where luck is sore and bane is brave,
And zest of the vain is lost in grave,
The hills before me whisper it all,
The paupers who rise and the kings who fall,

Soft like love and cruel like stone,
The tales of love and gales of storm,
My angels of now and my demons of then,
The hills before me yank them sane.

two stars

Two stars on the sky,
I wonder what their names are,
A hazy memory tries pushing up,
Of same vantage a while back,
A bizzare happenstance,
I had looked at those stars,
Then thought something sad,
So eternal, so transient,
But what was it? This idea that melted?
Stop it! I tell this masochist in me,
Don’t think or the boogeyman will return!
Rather be stupidly superstitious,
Than endure smart miseries,
To heck with their names,
My venus and dog star!
A final adieu, then no looking up

when dreams come true

I remember you,
And your unrelenting passion,
I remember myself too,
About how i loved to be that person,
How the infectious glimmer of your eyes,
Made me drunk with feelings,
I thought i had long lost,
But I betrayed you,
When it was time to feel blessed,
I felt disturbed by the enormity of life with you,
The brain churning heart expanding happiness!
How can that be? I asked myself,
Like a poor man who turns crazy after riches,
The poor miserable me,
Jarred by his luck,
A bad omen that was disguised as happiness?
Paranoia of illogical pessimism,
Sadness, loneliness, cozy discomfort!

COULDHAVEBEENS

Your beauty, My ghoulishness,
Your temperance, My excitement,
Your plans, My wateroverplans,
Your fantasies, My cynicisms,
Nothing alike, But once we spiralled,
Like two birds, Chasing horizons,
One eastbound, Another rudderless,
One for transcendence, Another for annihilation,
And it was a lovely dance, Overthetop metaphors,
Then we ended, like we never were,
Time flies , the spiral grounds me,
My deepest dreams, nightmares of couldhavebeens

Summary

When all is said and done,
Life still flows,
Anxieties transform into hope,
And hope slithers into eternity,
Something twists the rope and yanks it hard,
And the rope itself melts into insignificance, 
Amidst the bitter stench of death and defeat,
There is an aroma of sweet ambivalence,
It’s not hard at all, it seems sometimes,
What am I but a non entity,
Having thoughts and desires,
Dreads and misfortunes,
Banality of my bad choices, 
Tupsy turvy good lessons,
Funny pingponging of nonextremes,
Ego of a cigarette stick,
A pallid equal of solid smoke!

when i grow up

I am twenty six by years I have lived,
I am past growing, technically, 
I don’t need to worry that I will overgrow,
The coat I bought a year back,
I don’t have to be concerned about buying expensive sneakers,
I know they will be a fit for life, 
But I still feel this nagging feeling,
That I am yet to grow up,
Not grow but grow up,
I feel small in the world controlled by adults,
Who already know their game,
Some of those younger than me,
Have already grown up,
Have found their passion, calling or resignation,
While I am still shuffling possibilities,
A chance perhaps to start a virgin venture,
To feel things for the first time,
To be someone who I didn’t dream of becoming,
Will that ever come to pass,
Will I ever grow up?
Or is my life a one giant trial,
Having a shot, Never ever becoming,
Always wondering, how it feels to be a grown up!