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!

The Desire to Rejuvenate

Parked by a porch, I gaze outside,

I feel like a child that just got off the merry-go-round,

Though it was a joyful ride,

Just a little longer and the world looked blurry, confound.

Failing to recount,

It seemed like I had time-travelled,

Perturbed by this predicament,

 I began to unravel,

As I swirled through the strayed epoch of life,

Diligent towards my undertaking,

Those forgotten times that brought everlasting smiles,

I inadvertently disparaged the little things...

The days when happiness wasn't purchased by legal tenders,

And the sedate gabs always end in melodic laughs,

When a 'friend' was always there in need,

And staying indoors was better than making trips,

When life was all about seizing the day,

And none had a nerve to repress the innovative minds,

When pockets were empty but the soul teemed,

With a blend of love, friendship, passion,

When thoughts had wings, ever ready to fly,

And each day, as an accomplishment, went by,

The heart was complacent,

Without a pang of doubt.

And then a dew drop retired as a tear,

On my pale face and I looked up,

A fresh green leaf sprouted from a severed branch.

Awakened a thought, a sign of revival,

A new beginning.