The Colourblind

She' s Dark ,They say.
All of her.
Her thoughts,
Her actions,
Her parable confessions,
And the repurcussions,
Of her camaraderie.
Her music seems morose,
With the minor chords,
Her words, seem philosophical,
"Sad But True" kind of riddles.

She's Bright Sometimes,
They say so too,
When the sun is up and beaming,
After a pouring night,
She shines like a diamond,
The dusky coat, glistens like sand.
She smiles and jokes
 and laughs and pokes,
 She drinks to the gifts of life.

How can she be both,
Dark and Bright?
Is there someone else,
living inside?
Alas, my friends, the commoners,
It is not as simple as you think.
There is no dark or bright,
Black or white,
Every mood paints you with a distinct color,
It is just a matter of perspective.

Bottled Up

And the confined stream comes gushing out,
Obliterating the barriers,deprived of solace.
Into the ocean ,as the sound seems lost,
Fading into the Saffron's grace.
 

Red

A glass of liquor,
An escort to my reverie,
Dim-lit ambience,
Waiting patiently, for it to settle.

A quick drag of the vapour
as I inhale,
I look up in acceptance,
A submission to the intoxication.

A subtle artistry,
To resign from reality,
And into my fantasy,
Where everything else takes a back-seat.

I look into his eyes,
And wish he looks at mine, forever,
Then he holds my hand,
Takes me into his World.

I wish for a longer night,
Scavenging for memories,
to wake up at dawn,
With a pleased smile.

A smile that would get me
through This defying Authenticity
Of what is, the reality,
That he's not mine to keep.

It's hard to say 
What's doing more damage,
The inebriation,
Or the desire to be with him.

Everytime a part of me
is drawn incessantly,
A perfect drug to a near end,
Of what I cease to be.

Transcendence

There's a secret,
hidden in my memories,
A colloquy
with an old friend.

I asked him,
while on my journey to Knowing,
when did you last shed tears?
felt like your soul is
crying out for help ?

"Not more than a year ago,
When a friend went far away,
from our hands,
slipped away,
like the sand."

I asked him again,
When was the last time,
you felt the discomfort to breathe?
When you wished your lungs,
would stop the passage of air,
when you wished your heart,
would just not beat for a while,
when a raindrop, felt like a flood,
when a bitter word spoken,
resonated in your mind,
when a moment,
felt like eternity.


He said," yes.
Just yesterday, when I spoke to her,
She feigned ignorance,
I played along
and talked to her for a while."

So do you blame her?
he said, "No, I am responsible for my pain"
Do you like this distress?
"No, I love anything I feel with her."


So how did you get through?
"Love for me", he said,
"Is a feeling you have for someone,
without expecting anything in return.

I love her, I love my friend too,
I wished they were both with me,
But I don't stop living, without them,
I need this heart to beat,
I want to make a difference,
Can't let my time fly,
And find the purpose of my life,
I know , I am here for a reason,
I might not get everything I want,
But I have All that I need,
to proceed,
to stop this wound that bleeds,
to reach the epitome of content,
Only then, can I Sail in peace."

The Last Act

I stare down at the crowd,
Applauding my every step,
None with the slightest clue,
That this would be my last act.

Like every other show,I stand up,
Drag my foot forward onto the rope,
Lift my head up , repressing my fear,
With every ounce of faith and hope.

I know that one wrong step,
And I would fall into the abyss,
One wrong step and everything will be lost,
Yet , I struggle out of this darkness..

I long for the graceful end to my stage life,
I want the happy ending,
You've only got one life, I think,
Make it larger than the beginning,

And then something happens!
A chain of reminiscences rush into my head,
All the cheers and standing ovations,
Of my past performances ..

Tears gush into my eyes,
I didn't want to leave the stage,
This show has given me a life,
A life I couldn't possibly get , if left to fate,

I was through with half my rendition,
Still unwilling to let go off my moment,
I slip, I fall, gazing at the sky,
entombed and embellished with my memories even after I die....... 

The story of a withered flower

Whilst my chores,
Something came to my notice,
Under the piles of raked leaves,
Lay a withered flower lifeless.

Like the lines on our palms,
It too had many a crease,
That tell the story,
Of where all it had been..

The genesis of this flower was early interrupted,
By a garland seller at the flower market,
Procured by a fella' for early morning prayers,
It ended around an idol , adding to it's embellishing details,

Along came the devotees to seek some blessings,
The priest gives away this flower to a woman as an offering,
On her way back home, she sees a little girl cry,
She gives her the flower just to make her smile,

The girl runs along and finds on her way,
An old man weeping on the roadside astray,
She stops by him and asks him "why?",
Then, likewise, she gives him her flower to make him smile,

The old man , forgets his sorrow,
Overcame by love from a stranger, he mellows,
He walks up to the grave of his wife,
Puts the flower there and whispers ," I miss you, love of my life".

Soon it was Dusk, and the breeze felt chill,
Off came by a scavenger, after a hard days work from downhill,
He found a comfortable grave to sleep on,
He had a quick nap, to refresh himself until dawn.

The breeze blew the flower to his face,
It woke him with the sunlight beaming through it's saffron with grace,
He picked up the flower and set out for the day,
Ready to make another day , with no sign of dismay,

As he passed through the streets, he stops by a tree,
He sees a squirrel run around in a hunger-spree,
He searches his pockets to find some nuts,
he drops the flower from his rags and moves on,

And that's how it ends with raked leaves,

As you can see, it touches lives throughout it’s journey,

Well I'm no Palmist,

But I can tell you this,

No matter how our day had been,

It wouldn't harm  to be this flower, now would it ?

Ever lived by the moment

Ever lived by the moment?

A thought of delight within seconds!

No history to make you a better judge,

It's just pure You and your Impulse,

Ever lived by the moment?

detoxified , withdrawn from the gospels of the society,

Imagine the bliss of candidness,

And the relief from those "oh-so-scrutinizing" speculations!

Ever lived by the moment?

When you sprung up a chair all of a sudden,

Set out without a purpose, nor a decree,

But just au-naturel mind and soul, to appreciate all that you see?

Ever lived by the moment?

heeded your instinct,

Rather than learning from someone's experience?

'Cause you felt that you were different, an exception?

Ever lived by the moment?

As if there were no tomorrow!

Unravel the adventures of life,

Capture the instant! without having to beg, steal or borrow!

Ever lived by the moment?

When you stop living for the world,

And live for yourself...

Only then will you know, what Life is all about!