Always in a hurry

There was this dream and there I was,

A crumpled wingless albatross,

Blind to light, scared of heights,

In this crazy world of gain and loss.

My footprints have been washed away,

They weren't so deep is what they say,

The sand, the water, those distant shores,

How much of me have they carried away?

Every day is a step towards the end,

A new beginning, these rules we bend,

How many times the wheel shall turn,

How many days to comprehend?

Climb the hill and there shall be,

Green pastures, sweetness and ecstasy,

But maybe a steeper cliff awaits,

Beyond the images that we now see.

Then I shall go and meet my fate,

Or make it myself, my fears abate,

These troubled times have to be good,

Can't afford to sleep, I can't be late.

The times, they are a changing.....

In times of change, I stand still, like one of those lamp posts you see whizzing by as the speedometer in your car reads 100. Sometimes, I feel as if my mind has gone back a thousand years, it refuses to acknowledge wisdom, refuses to listen to logic. It just stands there, unwilling to move, dumbstruck maybe by the staggering swiftness of the world.

Diwali's not so bright

The lights are glowing, the streets are flowing,

Happiness unbounded and life afloat,

Life is weary, dirty and dreary,

Guised as compassion, intentionally cut-throat.

Slow to point out, many a twinkling doubt,

That hides beneath this murky blue,

Float but dont swim, stifle your heart's scream,

Get dirty hands and see what dirt can do.

The lights they still glow, the streets they still flow,

Carrying the carrions like they owned thier souls,

Hiding twisted faces, can you see the traces

Of guilt slowly burning in hallowed bowls?

Don't know how to add

Empty spaces

Full of faces,

Getting lost in

An empty song,

Blue blue skies can

Hypnotize man,

Who has no idea

What went wrong.

Winding roads will

Threaten but not kill,

Life has always

Found its way,

Faltering footsteps,

Lost in world maps,

Full of words but

Nothing to say.

Weird it may seem,

Invisible in my dream,

How the ladder never

Leaves its course,

Clouded by laughter,

Have hope thereafter,

Never cared enough

To find the source.

Withering and waiting,

Shivering and scathing,

Fire and ice

Combined as one.

Up here and down there,

Equations are never fair,

It all adds up to zero

When the game is done.

Life in a nutshell

All of us

Inertness of the mind is a valuable asset,
The places I belong to, the thoughts that I share,
Timeless seconds bounded by the clock,
Even when they aren't, they are always there.

A respite from thoughts, for a few moments lived,
A breath of the old, a sniff of the new,
Talk of tomorrow, our dreams are there
Anchored in the present and always in view.

Our verses are old, our thoughts are too,
Though faces have changed, our love has not;
Scattered like dust, yet there like air,
Always around, with just a thought.

Always rising through the mundane clouds
Of disbelief and a tendency to doubt,
An effervescent dream in a time so dark,
A checkered board of the past, what it's all about.

And time shall tell us when the time shall come,
When our steps shall match, our eyes will meet,
Spread out like emptiness in this wondrous void,
As the grass grows greener beneath our feet.

All's well that's "done" well

I have tried to love with all my heart,
Though I am weak, though I may not have
The strength to provide a decent support.
Cruel, cruel obligations always set the pace,
And all that was left for me to do
Was to play catch up, knowing fully well
That, somehow I never would.
Ever so often words can be the source
Of limitless despair and sorrow.
Years of subjugation of the senses
To a higher unknown force,
That which guides destiny,
That which teaches people to hate
And despair some more.
And you have to do what you have to do,
It's what you had been doing
Through all the precious little moments
That you didn't care about,
That matters, and yes,
It matters like hell.
'Just enough' is a lot better than 'comfortably home'.
Why waste time on the process,
When only the end can justify the means?
All that matters in a binary existance,
In the world of the haves and the have-nots,
Is which side of the not-so-fine divide
You belong to.
Sometimes, in anger, the mind becomes cold,
It is then that a realisation creeps in,
That even love comes at a price,
Whatever be its nature,
Whoever you love,
Will someday, take away a piece of yourself,
And you will always know,
As I have known, when
I saw the blindman in the blind alley
Searching for his eyes.

Turn the page

How far do I lag behind myself,

How far ahead have I gone?

A whole lifetime spent in a moments respite,

A place I call home.

Footsteps tiptoeing on sandy beaches,

Hair all ruffled up by rebellious winds,

Counting raindrops in tea glasses,

Living life in the midst of other things.

What happened to the starlit riviera,

The rocks that became our anchor?

Wheres the unconsciousness that sobered us up?

The evenings that touched our shores?

The heart is a strange place,

Just wish for magic........

Maybe somewhere another riverside's waiting

Just for us,when we'll be together again.

To the girl I love

Little drops of sunshine
Stream down your face,
Little oodles of laughter,
Little signs of grace.
Sunshine down your river,
The only life I've known;
A little joy in your love,
The only possession I own.
Let not life estrange you,
There's a lot of love to be found;
Wherever you are,I'm always there,
Whenever you look around.
So smile though you may not want to,
Have hope that you'll see the light.
When darkness glooms your horizon,
Remember to stand up and fight.
Things you do not control,
Can't stand in your way if you do,
Remember in pain or in laughter
There's someone who'll always love you.

Lets get better

How hopeful are my dreams? Maybe I am no good,no good at all.Maybe the airs I give to myself are beyond what I am capable of.How can I know that the dreams I dream shall someday not come apart,like so many dreams have in the past?
Life does not always obey the law of averages,but in a lifetime,somehow everything is evened out,all scores settled,well in most cases at least.This does not necessarily guarantee that one pathetic day will alternate with one equally wonderful one.Such is the nature of the lives we lead.This unpredictability is one of the things I cherish about life.When you can see the future,then do you really have a future?
Hope is the drug that keeps me going,though I may not project my faith or wear it on my collar,I do feel it.I know that I may fail and that in a way provides a boost,whether ultimately it helps is another question.
It is a strange feeling when I look into the mirror and ask "how good am I?",and the mirror like it always does,stares back with the silent wisdom of a sage.What reference is there to make a strong comparison?-none I believe.In such a situation I can only try to be better,though this is an abstract thought,but still it is somewhat of a goal,one that is ever changing yet in more ways than one-never changing.

Here I go again......

Whats left of me is what you left behind;
My blindfold saved the day.
My courage was not where I thought it'd be,
My cowardice paved my way.
In slums of the heart, in black and white,
My colours came to life and died.
My fears were true, and nothing I knew
Could tell you that I had tried.
Weakness in the bone, as some would say,
Though you'd prefer it some other way,
And say that there was always a chance
That things would end with this romance.
That you saw the traitor in my eyes,
My truth overshadowed by my lies,
My fake honesty had failed the test,
A thousand secrets within my chest.
So change is a must, in change we trust,
And life goes on as it always must,
Who stops to stoop in this unending loop;
Left out of misery's merry coup,
I stand and stare with my hands so bare,
Keeping steady on a three-legged chair.
And hope, the disease I carry within,
That strengthens the bones and raises the chin,
To be as much as I was before,
Or a fraction thereof or much much more.

Punishment is enchanting

Don't tell a lie when you know that you can't fake,
Dreams are there in abundance, how many can you take?
Black is the colour of fantasy where nothing suits the eye,
A lie is a step towards freedom,how much can you try?
I am full of greed, to suit my way of life,
I am full of hope, of vanity and of strife.
Feelings begin to fade away as soon as I know my name,
To meet the eye in this dreadful stance, to take in all the blame,
Just when it sinks, this knowledge that for all the lies I know,
My skin will show you what I am and how much I can bow.