Few years back I had set out to find
Something.
I found it but
It didn’t change anything.
Why would it?
I just wanted to find it
And never meant to understand
The purpose and the use.
Tomorrow I am setting out to find
Something.
I hope this time…
I fell asleep while writing a Poem.
I fell asleep while writing a Poem.
Upon waking I realised,
It was just perfect.
Question was why?
Why was I not convinced before?
The Poem was perfect even then,
It was the writer who was tired and sore.
A weary mind can barely comprehend.
Dear Ghost of Past
You never leave, do you?
And just stay somewhere out there.
Your presence becomes weak with time
But you don’t leave.
Thank you for not leaving
And reminding me of the gone.
Because of you, Dear Ghost of Past, I never stopped believing.
Stay with me until my work is done.
The secret emotion
What if no feeling
Is a feeling.
An emotion
Which has been deceiving.
Numb at the core,
Silences our realisation.
Known to none at all,
Emotionless, the secret emotion.
Night Sky
Something was missing that night,
Perhaps a Star.
Moon had clouds for company,
Despite being far.
Such an Irony…
Sky makes us believe
Something which is not true.
Look up at the night sky,
Every time you feel blue.
I forbid you
It is Forbidden!
And now I have your attention.
Something really significant
Ensures its retention.
It challenges us in a way
Like a decree that binds.
Words after it barely sway
For it imprisons minds.
It makes us want something
Which had no value till now.
The most manipulative word,
It is Forbidden to know how.
Magical, isn’t it?
9 letters is all it takes.
Next time upon hearing it,
Don’t repeat the same mistakes.
For it is Forbidden.
Subtle Stories: Journey Uphill
It’s decided then, said Sakshi, this saturday we all are going to Kheerganga. Naren, who desperately needed a break from the hoo ha of life, finally had his breaking point after a dreadful week at the office.
Naren was part of his company’s most expensive project. He was responsible for its smooth operation when it was under feasibility stage and also brought down the operating cost by a huge margin. Despite that he was overlooked for promotion.
Saturday came and Naren, Sakshi and Jashan boarded a bus to Kasol as decided. Jashan who is Naren’s best friend sat right next to him for he knew Naren was heartbroken.
“It happens Naren. This trip will help you in ways more than one.” said Jashan smilingly.
They keep going for such adventures as they love the feeling. Kheerganga trek has 3 paths to the top. Our heroes being the adventure junkies they are, took the most difficult one.
Naren is a silent trekker for he enjoys the peace of nature. As they were climbing he kept looking back at the mountain base as it kept getting tinier with every step. After a lot of slips and falls, they reached the top.
It was beautiful. On one side was a valley surrounded by mountains and on the other was a green plain field. Sunset was mesmerizing and sound of the water falling from a nearby fall echoed peace.
“That’s life.”, said Jashan. “When you take a step back and look things broadly, you realise that most of your miseries are benign. In the end when you reach at the top, all those failures and hardship goes away and only happiness echoes”.
Just Wait
In this generation I see
Trust coming from the broken
Inspiration coming from defeat
Stability after being shaken
And Respect from the one who gets it least.
Love from the hated
Realness which seems surreal
Ingenuity suffocated
Ghost who feel
Hollowness being sold
Truth getting old.
They say we learn from our mistakes. Maybe we are making them right now and a lesson is being prepared for us later. No matter what, always remember: Life has its way.
So…(Read the first letter of every line)
Nightly Fiasco
♦ Hey, it’s almost night time here. Ready for those post 2 a.m. thoughts?
As the Sun settles down,
It takes away a part of us.
The part which keeps us sound,
The part which we show to the world.
And when the Moon takes the sky,
It showers a light on us.
Silver light which brings out something…
Something which we don’t discuss.
Night time does have this affect,
And these thoughts are the most private ones.
But when it starts to overwhelm,
Close your eyes and end the pretense.
Eventually sleep will engulf your realm
And in dreams these thoughts will make sense.
If they don’t, tell yourself : “It was just a dream.”
Déjà vu
All of a sudden I feel
that I knew you all along.
And our life is some camera reel,
Looping our movie and our song.
I know what is about to happen,
Because it’s you. How can I not know?
I see us dancing and everybody clapping,
All the while as we grow.
I haven’t seen you but I have,
In my mind you are my tomorrow.
For now I am talking to myself,
Who knows, maybe in the morrow.
