Amidst the snowflakes we could really feel,
Around the little hearts we could clearly see,
Among the chirps we could easily hear,
We would be dancing without any fear.
Oblivious to those blindfolded eyes,
Unbeknownst to the balance she holds,
Far from the streets of right and wrong,
We would be dancing without a song.
Above the labyrinths engraved in sand,
Above the fences hiding in the air,
Beyond the revered land of columns and rows,
We would be dancing amongst highs and lows.
Far from the rhythms of yes’s and no’s,
Far from the whispers of laws silly,
Far from the world of “them” and “us”,
We would finally be dancing
As you and me.
Caffeine, nicotine and a heavy mind
Took me up towards the skylines.
97 steps climbed in full pleasure.
The breeze was still, but enjoyed in leisure.
The stars seemed to mock the nutcase.
But my rock steady legs left the base.
4th floor passed by and it felt great.
The cool wind was loving me,
And I reciprocated the emotions duly.
3rd floor and a loss of weight.
Thank you God for the beautiful days,
From the quizzing to the musical phase.
2nd floor and the ground was near.
Forgive me mom, Forgive me dad.
For your son was a broken lad.
1st floor and there was no fear.
With an unperturbed guise,
I was about to close my eyes.
But, the ground suddenly ripped apart.
And a galore of creepy snakes took its place,
With shining fangs, ready to leave no trace.
Horror had kissed me like a poisoned dart.
My rock steady legs were moving in a trance.
From the ugly grip of terror, I woke up, still in trance.
Wiping off the sweat, I asked Him
“Of so many minions, Why snakes?”
Came the fitting reply,
“Because it was unexpected.
And it’s the unexpected,
That acts as a drive,
Which keeps one alive.”
I was given a pair of shoes as a gift.
For me, they were a perfect fit.
A new found happiness for a child unrestrained,
Rejoicing and dancing, as if heavens just rained.
Adorned they were by a few holes in them,
From where the colors of sunshine peeped in.
Uncomely they were for the eyes outside.
But for me, they were nothing less than true pride.
I could walk anyway I wanted
Ebullient, I was the least daunted.
But those shoes, they defied society’s yardstick.
And so I discarded them for a “fancy” pick.
I walked the way I was taught.
Even when I was clearly fraught.
My countenance did betray the thoughts within.
But I was not the one to give in.
Following a toy soldier, I tried to stand undefeated.
Carrying the load I was clearly heat treated.
But never did I lose my sangfroid.
Even when I was awfully annoyed.
But now after all these civilized years,
And all these unperturbed tears,
I yearn for those tattered shoes,
Which aptly taught me the ones and twos.
So when you see my composure wail,
Or when my steps are frigid and frail,
Remind me of my tattered shoes,
And I’ll be dancing and singing the blues.
‘Cause I’m sure I can pay all my dues
When I’m truly in my own tattered shoes.
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?
Rose in the air,
The fumes of victory.
After deserts and despair,
Fields green, finally.
Clear blue sky,
Soothing wind playing.
An alluring lie,
Or stars shining?
A divine soul appears,
An angel without disguise.
All sorrow clears
By those enchanting eyes.
Mesmerised by the beauty,
A drifter, a wanderer,
Losing his sanity?
Forgetting his nature?
With eyes blinking,
He tried to decide.
The turbulent drifting?
Or the tranquil side?
Being a drifter,
He chose to stride.
“Why?”, asked the nature.
The curiosity could not hide.
Replied the drifter :-
“I drift through the dark
To put on a flight.
A necessary part,
To appreciate the light.”
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.