When the night wakes up
From its deep slumber,
It’s elated about
The inevitable thunder.
Ready for the silent reckoning
Of the voyeurs of death,
The evil fangs shine
As if lovers just met.
But the grim reaper
To his utter dismay
Silences the army.
As the thrill is gone tonight!
‘Cause the moon is on tonight!!
As my prejudiced eye
Dissects the world
Into recognizable patterns,
The inscrutable words
Rise in the air
To create a poetry,
That dazzles my sight
Reiterating the fact,
That the world,
Is never mine to define.
I was absent!
‘Cause the realist
‘Cause the patterns
And the end
Meanwhile, I was dreaming!
For the bizarre
Were absurdly humorous,
For the labyrinths
Were beautifully paradoxical,
And the end
Was just another tiny comma,
Streams found their ways in layers,
Walls tried to look mystically humane.
The ecosystem rejoiced in symphony,
As I thanked the November Rain!
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.
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.
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. 😛
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!”
Random infinite thoughts,
That don’t make any sense
Trying to sort them out,
I create a blank space, so dense.
I search for the words,
Trying to find a meaning.
I return to the dreaming.
Confusion circling around,
And the time ticking won’t stop.
It’s like an old twisted sofa spring
With my mind spinning on the top.
When spoken to,
I blabber like a chaotic.
Ending up embarrassing myself,
I choose not to stick.
Then I reminisce about old times,
Remembering the lines I drew.
Those lines have drowned,
Replaced by ones so new.
But something always pulls me back
Like a stone in a slingshot.
Someone please take me home,
Or else I’ll get caught.
That big old tree with twisted branches,
Which once held you tight when you swung.
That room of yours where no one passes,
Which saw your first paintings hung.
Those arrogant little squirrels,
Whom you chased on your four.
That aura created by your giggles,
Which used to smile and ask for more.
Those swollen walls with greenish texture,
Which used to shine by your absurd scribblings.
That abandoned corner of the terrace,
Which silently shared your crudest feelings.
Miss you a lot, these innocent things.
Need you a lot, these silent things.
Come back and pay them a visit
Coz sometimes they can do
What people won’t do.