I want to be someplace
Where the sand is blue
And the surf is new
My footprints on the crescent beach
My hair flying in the wind like that of a witch
A wide and yawning sea before
What could i want more?

if it is not meant to be then why does it appear so to me?
why can't it be a straight road with no diversions?
i hate taking bends and losing myself on the way
where on my fragile being reality casts aspersions
i will say my goodbyes to those who greet with faint smiles
and hold on to the ones with fathomless stares
maybe this way i would come across someone who for a change actually cares
the more i digress the more i slip away from ever treacherous time
and in the process of sorting out, my frayed life collects more grime
tell me for once what i have to give for things to be a tad simple?
why is it that i walk through a green meadow only to reach dead periwinkles?
i demand a cheerful hue but am presented with something dark
the illusion is so alluring that the aftermath often seems so stark
how long do i need to trudge before i am robbed off all my desires?
before my insides turn to murky ice immune to even hellfires

It is but a phase...

and this too shall pass
it is but a phase
but hearts will race nevertheless
and the mind will crave what cannot be uttered
in its desperation to be free the unsaid will get mangled
its worth lost
but wait
for all that is credible is but fleeting
reckless tomorrow will bring upon a new whim
what then?
and so reason whispers to raging madness
this too shall pass
for it is but a phase...

Boredom....

across a pale blue sky the sun would bend
but my days...my days would never end
it is not my wish to watch the clouds
trapped within a concrete giant
for my modest dreams have not yet turned so pliant
I want to visit places where the grass grows tall
where time turns golden when it's fall


i want not to sit and let dullness imprison my mind
i yearn to be part of something stellar...where my thoughts are not so confined
how liberating would poetry for a living be?
truly fascinating if I could be just me
no true warmth can be felt in arctic smiles
days spent like this can never seem worth the while
the desire to run away is so fierce
that breathing itself seems a chore
if only i could abandon all and set out to explore
my longings alone would guide me to a land devoid of grey
where my imagination can run wild
where to dreariness it would never fall prey!

Words once.....mine.

what i could not say forever lay on the corner of a sidewalk..
marked by the pedestrian everyday
something so heartbreakingly ordinary yet i could not say
seasons changed..the walk at times frozen..drenched...arid
yet my words lay there...silently staring up at the passersby
shunned....forgotten....unfreed
i wonder how different it would have been...had i uttered them out loud
had i set them free...made them part of the crowd
they would have travelled afar instead of lying in tatters
might have even spread warmth like how a rainbow scatters
what is to now become of them?
for they are no longer the same
worn and faded they have become a part of the cobbled path
yes indeed i had feared this aftermath
a time will come when they will forgo even a curious being
unwilling to break free...never having witnessed spring
such a pity....such promise they held once upon a time
words that were once.....mine.

teach me life how to let go
for you rob me of things every now and then
if it is to be like this
then what am i to gain?
i m my own knight...saving grace every time the sky tumbles
to appease you infinitely am i to forever live in shambles?
the world tears apart and i keep watching in the midst of it all
helpless even though long before i know of its fall
i fail to escape the carnage...unable to look away
and in a blink all that was full of hope turns gray
one day i m afraid i would run out of colors to brighten it all up again
then life we would finally sit together to account for my loss and your gain.

The Winking Abyss....

i am standing at the edge
the abyss winks at me
will the leap of faith finally set me free?
the stars shine quietly above....across the midnight blue sky
i want the sun in my eyes once more
but it is time...wonder whether it was worth a dime
all the faces...rush past as i close my eyes
i feel them snapping...all my ties
and it starts to rain...if only the sun came out
i could perhaps keep the memory of a rainbow
but what to do with memories in all that emptiness?
for there would be only silence that i have yearned for
where thoughts are put to rest...where life cannot jest anymore
the smooth darkness seems inviting
i am tempted...why hesitate?
as if it is not too late
i feel one last time...all that was and is and could be
and finally set myself free...

The Search for Slumber....

blessed are they who sleep when eyes close for the day
free from a cluttered mind and an equally uncluttered heart
they are not burdened with the onus of creating art
their emancipation lies in the mundane..pedestrian smiles
their journey has been and always will be a couple of miles
they wouldn't know how it feels, to lie awake through centuries
watching the sky turn onyx to ocher
never witnessing what wonders the first light of dawn has to offer
they can't comprehend the beauty of living with a vacant heart and a replete mind
for it is indeed rare to come across our kind
we paint from the fragments of our dreams..even though the slumbers are long lost
we selflessly renounce warmth for the love of frost
we tredge though debris of ages in search of a memory golden
we cherish and grant life to all that is forgotten and olden
the quotidian holds no appeal...what we crave is to be enkindled
for we too live in the hope of that day when spent, our eyes would close once the day dwindles...

truth as we don't know it...

the proclivity of the mind towards insurmountable wants is immense
the heart falls short of breath...of blood
the trials seem as wasted breath fogging the very fabric of future
the intellect yet refuses to give up...dragging us in infinite circles
it does not know when to relinquish the quest
for matter is neither divine nor sinful
our fault?
we embark upon the impossible..forsaking truth...reaching out for a fragment of reality that can never truly belong to us
for a finite error with incalculable consequences is the crux of all that is broken
our salvation?
to live in denial of what we desire trading dreams for dimes...

sitting beneath starry lights
i feel i have come a long way
it has been a tough walk riddled with hardships that at times made me sway
i still want to figure out the meaning of it all
i still lie awake at night waiting for my call
i see happy faces around listen to so many sounds
and wonder what went wrong
and sometimes i grow numb at just the whisper of a song
what will someone find in my wake?
what did i leave of value? of worth?
i believe none for there is so much grey even light wont come forth
passion burns brighter than inferno setting all ablaze
yes there were flames within once to call my own
now only glowing embers lie wherever the sight leads with no promise of a phoenix
there is too much quiet...too much ruin
to render any meaning to life as we know it
all that i try is to stay afloat in this eternal ocean of nothingness
barely breathing...for the waves are too harsh and the will too weak
neither drowning nor with hopes of ever reaching the shore...waiting while there is still time and a few more breaths left