The Hard Way

Wandering in the by lanes of long forgotten memories

That one face comes back to haunt me yet again

Those piecing bright raven eyes

The sensuous lips, that sweet dimple

And all the other small nuances that probably only I noticed.

How carefree were those days,

Basking in the golden sunshine

Sitting on that special spot 

Waiting…

For just one glimpse pf him

If he would happen to go by.

Our eyes would meet, sparks would fly

But alas, none would talk to the other

Probably too shy,

Or maybe content to let things be as they were.

We both lived in our different worlds

Yet sometimes were, so strangely together.

For that one fleeting moment,

We were the only ones for each other.

Nothing else seemed to exist

No one seemed important anymore…

But like most things end up

Our sweet story too, had no fate

Nothing that could possibly happen,

No future to collate.

Just another ‘nice’ thing 

That happens to most of us one time or the other…

But don’t let every other ‘sweet’ thing just let go

Catch on and keep reeling till you’ve caught it.

It’s these small pleasures

That ultimately make life livable,

So be happy, and enjoy every small moment.

I have learnt my lesson now

And look for that someone special

To whom I’d say those three magical words…

The Venezian Spell

Wandering slowly away from life

An open eyed fantasy my eyes do see,

Swirling colours all alive in the water

More magical a night couldn’t be.

The fresh smell of the air fills me

With a curious joy and vitality,

Yet a peaceful calm is in my bones

And I can almost touch the serendipity.

The world seems to revolve only

Around my bemused vision, and

Twilight soars like an enveloping cloud

Cocooning all in its passions.

The romance completely surrounds itself

Taking me inside on a lighted beam,

The swaying boats rock softly

And, it feels like living inside a dream.

I fly afloat on surreal wings

The wind blows me gently away,

I connect with wishes deep down inside

And life seems so far away.

Sfumato

O clouds, now come over me

The light doth hurt my eyes,

It brings my shadows

Out into the open-

For others to see and pry.

I'm happy alone in this world

Of the dark and lightlessness,

Where what I hide

Remains a secret-

In the depths of silence.

Let them remain buried deep

The grey’s merging into the black,

No contrast to relieve

The blurring lines-

Nor the white to retrieve a track.

Come on over and bring the shade

And the rain too, if you must,

For I can see it, the

Shadows become clearer-

Sharper, they bite the dust.

Knight to G1

Anticipation is a wonderful thing

It makes me want to go out,

Face the world, and all in it

To reach the very thing I want.

The silent games- cat and mouse

Crossing and uncrossing again,

Eyes that play hide and seek

And nothing’s out in the plain.

I prepare myself to meet again

In my dreams and in reality,

Though the face off in person

Is way more than even eternity.

September

On the eve of the upcoming white

A melancholy sweeps the air,

Marking an end to the warmth abound-

An ode to the passing care.

The golden leaves fall gently down

The clock striking them mime,

And the wind now plays in it's

Naked playground, louder than the chime.

The shadows get longer faster

But not yet fully dispelled,

They come alive with the autumn wind

To whisper in the tongue of the dead.

The nine strangers in a closing ring

Up to the knee in the dead fallen leaves,

With their shadows catching up on them

To burn up in, till the lees.

Three men in grey watch on silently

From the sidelines, they do not step in,

Nor partake, for now, in this fire of the past

Waiting for their turn, in time frozen.

The Masochist

The seasons have passed far and in between

But acceptance is, still never keen…

Reluctant but driven I revisit again

The dump of echoes still sharp with pain…

I didn’t know where I wanted to be

There was no light to guide, 

You went away and left me alone-

So why do I still pine.

The wind whispers your name to me

The strangers all have your face,

Dreams bring back the memories

I don’t want anymore to trace.

The time has passed swiftly by

Could be minutes or years,

I make no haste, but run the clock

To beat the droplets and my fears.

Head On

The water fights with the rocks

In a war to maintain territory,

And the sea horses with their white manes

Ride the waves to become free.

As I walk along the beach

With the sand between my toes,

The cold wind tries to blow me over

And take me away from my foes.

A distant figure in the horizon

Walks slowly on to come closer to me,

I don’t know whether to run and hide

Or to face this truth, finally.

So I choose to stay and fight

Confront my muse in the eyes- 

Of unfathomable depth and dark secrets

And the facts that need to face light.