Possessions

These tables around which we would once gather,

To share boisterous chatter and solemn silence...

These windows that liberated the sound of our laughter,

Filled with gaiety you only find in the company of friends.

These walls which were once witness to us living,

Within which toiled and rested, did and dreamt...

These corridors that once echoed our thinking,

As we faltered, fell yet made another attempt.

These roads upon which we once strolled,

Together, step-by-step, hand-in-hand...

These streets which we once explored,

Making our own paths – random and unplanned.

These are symbols of a time gone-by

Reminders of what shaped my being

Though others may now those tables occupy

And through those windows, new eyes are seeing

Within the walls may blossom new lives

And the corridors may carry a different sound

On those same roads, another march arrives

And more unseen streets await to be found...

Though, to my successors these symbols I resign

These memories will forever be mine.

Cyclone

I’m standing at the end of a golden beach

Just waiting in agony for the cyclone to hit

Answers just out of reach

As uncertainty increases bit by bit

These agitated waters that once were calm

Strikingly bear a resemblance to my life

I once held the world in my palm

But now my heart is fraught with strife

I have turned blind,

But I’m not without sight

I have no vision

To choose what’s right

I’m have become a vagrant,

But I’m not without a home

Directionless I am

Aimlessly I roam

I’m without life

Though I’m not dead

I have lost all will

To move ahead

But I pray that these devastating winds of change

That wreak havoc and destroy all in range

And as they solemnly ring a deathly toll

Will breathe in me a new life & revive my soul...

P.S. Thank you for giving me the start... Hope the rest of it did justice to the line!

Solitude

I love this time, when in the midst of night

Tomorrow still hasn’t taken flight

Today hasn’t completely died away

Yet, aeons apart seem memories of yesterday

I love this time, when all is bathed in black

My little room dimly lit, the darkness glares back

Bright lights of the day have all but slowly drowned

The sky decorated with stars, with the moon crowned

I love this time, when all is quiet

A contrast to the long routine riot

Photo Courtesy: Kumar Jhuremalani

Left alone, I do as my heart pleases

Encouraged by the wispy, cool breezes

I love this time, when every eye is rested

And, I’m awake, alone, alive – emancipated

Undisturbed I am, with no one to pry

Yet secure, that they will awaken with my cry

And I love this time, as I sit peacefully,

Gathering my thoughts in a heap

Dreams await me, beckoning me...

Yet, I refuse to give in to sleep

The Story of a Tear

Note: I am not upset, depressed, sad or suicidal, quite the contrary in fact! I'm very much in my can't-stop-smiling mode and intend to stay in that happy place for sometime now... The inspiration for this poem is something as small and insignificant as a speck of dust (literally!) and not some grave personal tragedy... So, enjoy, i guess..!

The tiny seed of doubt

That makes me hesitant, unsure

The inexplicable wave of jealousy

That makes me restless, insecure

The deep rooted, seething anger

That I keep carefully controlled

The hurt, long forgiven but not forgotten

That’s well hidden, but waiting to unfold

The suppressed scream, quiet shout

The little sliver of regret

The questions to which I find no answers

The little worries that make me fret

Tiny bits of feeling, powerful enough to overwhelm

Unseen, but take form in a tiny tear

That slips out from the corner of my eye

And slowly travels down my cheek

It doesn’t stop till all emotions have run dry

As I weep, I sob, I cry...

Contradiction

Note: the following post is purely fictional. Any resemblance to any characters or situations in my life is purely coincidental and highly imaginative!

You keep your distance and drive me completely crazy

Yet even the uncertain knowledge of your return makes me calm

I’m independent, but nothing more than a puppet in your palm

The slightest smile makes my words fumble and fall

Yet the smallest twitch of your lips can inspire rhymes

I’m sensible, but with you I’ve lost my mind countless times

Even the mere fleeting feel of your fingers makes my bones melt

But that same tiny touch can warm my heart and comfort my mind

I’m strong, but with you around to all reason I turn blind

You can make me angry, screaming mad

And, you can make me depressed, achingly sad

You are nothing like “THE ONE” from my dreams

But you’re all I need, it seems

Coz only you can say the right words, worries put to ease

And only you can make me laugh, in carefree release

Are you the answer to my prayers?

Or has reality turned to nightmares?

How can you feel so right, when I know you’re wrong?

This is such a contradiction – do you and I belong?

You hold the power to completely break me

But only you can piece me together

I know I can’t live without you

If only I can figure out how to tolerate you forever!