At The End Of The Road…

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Tired old husk,
A solemn soft dusk,
The closing of a chapter
At the end of a laughter.

The ceasing of the tide,
The last joy ride.
A life lived enough
X times easy, x times tough.

Some actions good and bad,
Of moments dark and sad.
One last fallacy
A yearning for normalcy.

A lingering trace of presence,
An affirmation of existence,
The comfort of a loving hug,
On the heartstrings, an insistent tug.

A leaf pressed between the pages,
A memory mellowed with ages,
A smile, a step, a hushed silence,
A last glance lit up with radiance.

Words…

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So you need me to say
The words in which
I can tell you
How much I miss you?

Words – what do they mean?
Real, made up, faked
I might not always be true
When I say things to you.

So you need me to say
The words in which
I can tell you
How much I need you?

Can’t you just read my eyes?
Know from the beating of my heart
My every single breath is yours
In this life and beyond these shores.

Love is like a full moon night
Simple, silent, constant, bright.
No written vows nor spoken words
It’s a communion of two souls pure.

Bidding Adieu…

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Never wanted to say goodbye,
Never wished to utter a sad sigh,
Never to find you gone from my side,
Never thought I would be alone on this ride.
 
Seems like it was just yesterday,
We were young and so in love,
Sunny and bright our days and nights,
Laughter filled the space between us.
 
Now the day has grown old, the light’s retreated,
I wonder when fights became our norm,
The lies and accusations grew tenfold,
The hurt in your eyes cut me to the bone!
 
All that was left was the final act,
Of this little play, now the curtain’s dropped.
We make a bow to the empty house,
The dreams shattered, littered piles!
 
And still the goodbye flays me alive,
Knife-edged pain shreds my heart,
I break like a million pieces of glass,
Bloodied, battered – an unrecognizable mass.

Inner Storm…

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A maelstrom inside,
Buffeted on all sides,
By the violent currents,
In this body reside.

Churning ocean waves,
Lift and drown,
Slippery ground,
No foothold around.

Run and slide,
Down the steep slope,
Descend in the mire,
Emotions on fire!

Try I do,
To find the eye
Of the cyclone ,
Trapped in my mind.

A most turbulent night,
A hazy respite in sight,
New dawn I welcome,
Sweet promise of yet another night to come…

The Parting Kiss…

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It was just a kiss,
A kiss it was,
That sealed my lips!
But the meaning was deeper,
Deeper than the seas!

He was departing from me
For ages unknown.
Leaving me to see,
To care for his unborn child.
His sorrow, his agony,
I could but feel!

There he lay,
His dreams half-dreamt,
His heart slowing,
I stood by him,
My emotions stirring,
A fading portrait I was seeing…

He said it all in his kiss,
Spoke through it these words to me:
“If life be there after this, dearest,
I’ll wait for you an eternity,
In the land of angels,
In perfect bliss!”

And when he carried on,
His journey to lands unseen,
Neither sob nor say,
Did my mouth betray
‘Cause my love wasn’t snatched away
In my womb it snugly lay!

Is it really worth growing up?

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Is it really worth growing up? What is it that we gain by growing up – pressures, tensions, responsibilities, anxieties, heartbreak? What else? Job, money, family, economic and social standing, etc! What do we lose? The innocence of childhood, the incessant curiosity, the thrill of discovery, the wonder of knowledge gained, the sleep of the blessed, the bellyaching laughter, the zest for adventure!

In living our lives the way we do, we forget to actually enjoy it – and I am not talking about the grown-up things that we all try to find happiness in but of the things that made up happy when we were kids – something as simple as a spot of sunshine after days of heavy rains so that you could play with your friends or your favourite food made by your mother or a new ruin to explore, a new story to create! So many simple things, such simple, uncomplicated joys!

What happens to us when we grow up? Why do we become so jaded, so cynical? Why does our happiness become so complicated? Why don’t we just stop living for a moment and just be alive to it – fully, completely alive? Why don’t we just throw away our grown up masks, shed our grown up skins and dance naked in this moment we have with no worries, no pretense, no deadlines??? And finally be alive – truly alive and truly happy – for as I am discovering the older I grow – real happiness is not extrinsic, it comes from within! It’s not in how much you earn, how many houses you have, which car you drive or where your kids go to school. It depends solely on you – on a life well-lived!

Happiness is not the state of your pride, ego or identity. It is the state of your heart, mind and soul! And they are never so unblemished as in childhood… So nourish it, nurture it – dream, dance, laugh out loud, scream, shout, fly away on your imaginary wings, race yourself to the end of galaxy, take leaps of faith and last but not the least, love yourself and live in every moment you have! Don’t be jaded, don’t be cynical – combine the best parts of your life – the perspicacity of adulthood & the innocence of childhood and be alive!

Or do you think they are mutually exclusive???

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Love: A Mirage

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Love is but a mirage,
A lifetime you wait for it,
Still remains it,
A distant dream.

Shining like a beacon,
Luring you in,
Unwary the traveller,
Trapped within forever.

A cage it is,
Not so golden or silk,
Woven rather,
With fragile heartstrings.

You yearn a soliloquy,
It wants a symphony,
Pleasure or pain,
With it accompanies.

The cresendo amplifies,
The end’s in sight,
A burst of sunshine,
Or ashes left by.