Journey

23 January 2010 at 04:24

A blue scarved sky
And a glistening sun
Followed the journey
Of four souls
The car raced with the wind
As they rode
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘hosanna oh oh’

Music, action and camera
Laughter, sneer and jokes
Filled the whistling woods
As they took the beaten roads
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘welcome to the hotel california’

Cow laden meadows
Tall, leafless trees
A silent valley
Gazed at the four
With not a care on their minds
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘stuck in a moment’

Memories they will be
Sweet endearing ones
Of a year gone by
Of a year yet to come
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘’Here I am, this is me’
Happy to be lost in a neverland 

Second poem recited at the Caferati, Open Mike at Habitat Centre, New Delhi

 Nemesis

Who sits there? 

In the dark webbed corner

Looks like my insolent wife

But why is she draped in all white

You, old childless hag

How dare you not put my colour

On the shriveled parting of your hair

Your unbearable smell

Your impaled hair

Your heavy shapeless shadow

Even shrouds the moon

  

I ache, for that golden one’s

Pink, jasmine scented chiseled bosom

Those glorious rose lips

That gives me life

My lord, for 15 years, yes 15 years

I honeyed my pain

My youth fed your hunger

My body was your bonded slave

I laced your life with my smell

Sheltered your empty lustful seeds

After those, 15 years, yes 15 years

You gifted marks on my body

Like a beast you trashed me

Our bedroom became a whore’s house

And my ears rocked with her moans

I sat in that dark webbed corner

Waiting to be called

Like a withered tree

I was left to rot

I shrunk and died that very day

Yes sir, in this dark webbed corner

I was born again into a glistening light

Now you dare to claim your right

I don’t need a wimp to colour my hair

I have lit the pyres and mourned your death

30 April 2011

Prologue

Donning the olive green
Lines running deep in pride
Those steely eyes
Hiding a thousand stories

Riding the grey beast
Burden of losses and joy
Those steady hands
Hoarding a million memories

Striding  the vast mountains
Breaths of unknown wonder
Those half smiles
Yearning for a forlorn life

Traversing many a roles
A son, a husband, a father
Those boyish grins
Masking the forgotten ache

Soar


Take out those wings
and dust off the rust
Let loose the sneers
 Fly, fly, fly high!


Look at the memories
Pain, joy, happiness
 Passion, power, fulfilment
Fly, fly, fly high!


Look at the fading beauty
Weakening pride, meaningless smiles
Intoxicating ego, sore love
Fly, fly, fly high!

Look at the milestones
Muted voice,broken heart
Dark hands, mysterious shadows
Fly, fly, fly high!

Chapters

A few chapters

Does define your life

What you do now

What you do later

Happy or soiled chapters

Does not matter

What is there

What is not

Your cries

Painful as it may be

What is there to wipe

What is there to collect

Your mistakes

Is now your shadow

What is there to follow

What is there to lose

An eulogy

I can't take it anymore

Never felt such a heartache

It is ripping me from the inside

Each beat is like a thump

Each thump like a ticking time bomb

I am beat and down

Don't know what to do

Don't know where to go

Don't know how to keep you

 Don't know how to lose you

Is this end?

Am I being let go?

Am I just that lingering memory which becomes a nag and a shapeless shadow?

What am I to you?

What are you to me?

I know  a few days and a few nights can't compete with companionship

 It can only falter at every step

It can only let a whisper in every breath

My sighs mean nothing

Your happiness is everything

I want to rejoice yet I let myself cry

Love is all it took

To see me broken winged

Yes I am broken

After all it is a goodbye.

Rain...

I stand by the broken window
and watch the rain fall
I see faces
Some distinct and some vague
Some have great stories to tell
Some to hide

As I stood
I saw an old lady with a wistful look
And I wondered about
The life she must have seen
The children she must have borne
The memories of youth that she sighed upon