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.