Casually strolling around,
Her “red” diary I found.
Clicked my mind quickly,
I started working.
Her poems and prose
Her lilies and rose
An entry caught my attention
My name with a bold mention?
A warm chuckle!
Words like ‘cupid’ and ‘valentine’,
Adjectives like ‘magnetic’ and ‘divine’,
Kissed the page with fervour.
Avidly, I devoured.
A cornucopia of butterflies flying!
I tranced into a parallel world
Pouring lilies and flying birds.
Blooming was cloud nine,
As I knew she was mine.
Suddenly, my mouth dropped
As if the world had stopped.
All the feelings had been fake
‘Cause the guy was my namesake.
A fading smug!
Pain pinched my heart
Like a sharp pointed dart
The adjectives were for him
Sorrow overflowed at the brim.
A cornucopia of butterflies dying!
Suddenly she came in
Wearing the most beautiful smile
Ironically, I forgot all my worries
And wished her “Happy Valentine’s”
Again, heavens thanked!
But, no butterflies this time!! 😛
Happy Valentine’s day people! I hope your day doesn’t go like this. 😛
Wish water was always calm,
And the sky was always blue.
Wish a smile always meant happiness,
And words were always true.
Wish a veil could show
What it really hides.
And the walls could speak
The secrets they confide.
Wish red always meant a sweet rose,
And not the images of gore and blood.
Wish nature always implied a beautiful cascade,
And not the images of landslides and flood.
Wish A always equaled A
And B always equaled B.
Then I guess, we all could see,
How beautiful this place can be.
Raise your head up,
And repeat after me.
“All along we go
Fueling the piper’s spree”
Leave your reasons behind,
And bring your manners along.
Just nod your head,
And sing the piper’s song.
And fake glows.
Clap your hands,
And enjoy the show.
Try to leave the herd,
And make your own way.
Before you know,
You’re in for another piper’s play.
In the end, they will say,
It was all a game.
We avoided failure
And got the “fame”.
But, what is failure?
And what is fame?
Or just pawns of the game?
Till then, just nod along.
Sing the piper’s song.
And repeat after me.
“I am proud to be free!”
But you can’t feel the air.
But you aren’t aware.
Fake colors bleeding
Here and there.
A river flowing
Leaving the scars bare.
But nobody cares.
And we keep on smiling.
Is it fair?
She dreamed of a magical place,
With orange skies and hidden grace,
Where she could see the darkness hide,
And everything would be a happy surprise.
But lifting the veil was never easy.
Reality had always been scary.
Nevertheless, she tried hard to reach her goal,
Hiding all her tears in a secret bowl.
But the bowl couldn’t store all her tears.
And eventually, she was drowned in her fears.
Closer to the edge she went.
Failed was her last attempt.
In total despair, she screamed,
Hoping to find a healer.
Never could she imagine,
That her scream was just a whisper.
Yesterday, while I was lying around,
An old photograph of a cute kid I found.
He was smiling with arms open wide.
A new found happiness he couldn’t hide.
He had a glowing face & sparkling eyes.
The gesture was true without any disguise.
I brought the picture closer.
The kid did look familiar.
He had the same eyes and the same smile.
But I hadn’t seen that look in a while.
I wondered why he isn’t around.
Lost within me, he just couldn’t be found.
That kid had made me nostalgic.
Leaving me with thoughts so ironic.
Like pain for him is strictly physical.
And little happiness is magical.
Ego is a word he doesn’t even know.
Deep down, I don’t want him to grow.
Well! I kept the picture back & sighed.
There was a smile on my face I couldn’t hide.
That kid, I knew is deep within me.
He is someone I still want to be.
Then, a friend came in and asked – “Who is he?”
Proudly, I replied – “It is someone I used to be.”
When spoken casually,
Can make you a clown.
When commanded with authority,
Can bring one down.
When given a proper structure,
Can make a beautiful song,
When shaped with a rude gesture,
Can make an abuse, strong.
When defined by anonymity,
Can go worthless.
When defined by affinity,
Can serve the purpose.
When fueled by manipulation,
Can give disastrous solutions.
When labelled with true emotions,
Can cause a strong revolution.
When chosen blindly,
Can take you to hell,
Can make things tragic.
When chosen wisely,
Can serve you well,
Can weave magic.
On a windy cloudy night,
“met” some guys at a crossroad.
Each trying to break free
from their chains,
before they explode.
First, there was a young girl.
Blood dripping from her nose,
she had unkempt hair and a heart-breaking face.
An unemployed single mother,
she was hoping to find someone
who could save her fading grace.
Then, appeared a young lad.
He had been smoking & drinking,
even he didn’t know why.
Just been kicked out of his house,
he was hoping to find someone
on whose shoulders he could just cry.
A 40-something man was standing at a corner.
With tears in his eyes,
he was counting his pennies in a hurry.
Even with such hard work,
he couldn’t make enough money.
On the other side, sat a businessman.
A successful entrepreneur,
he had no friend or family.
With no one to love,
what would he do with all his money?
Did these people even notice each other?
Or were they just strangers trying to find a way?
Were they just a few victims of citylife?
Or was it just another gloomy day?
I was watching Invictus the other day and I instantly fell in love with this poem by William Ernest Henley. It truly captures the essence of the movie, which is great by the way and definitely worth watching. I hope you all love the poem the way I do!
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
I rule from my throne
When I am in my comfort zone.
But I am in doubt
Once I have stepped out.
I often think why should I leave my place
When I have you, them & my space.
But, as every whale surfaces to breathe,
I have no choice, I have to leave.
But, I am not afraid of the mysteries
That await me & will try to tease.
Come on life! I’m ready!
I’m out of my zone, but still I’m me!