UNCERTAINTY

          UNCERTAINTY

Under the dark blue sky, she lay

Draped in white, eyes open

She seemed at peace, Or was she?

Who knows but the crickets,

Frogs, owls and the bats-

And the creatures lingering in the dark,

Prey, was she?

Who knows but the stars, the moon-

Was it time, or was it too soon?

She was being watched, by who?

Who, but the night.

Her essence was everywhere,

Everyone knew, but no one did.

Her silence said it all, but did it?

Was anybody listening, who?

Who but the wind.

The murmurs of the leaves drowning her heartbeat,

But was there one?

Who knows, but herself and the creatures crawling by.

Who noticed the grave but her,

White tomb-stones and Coffin ajar;

In it she lay, or was she not?

A Thousand years left to rot.

Those who pray, stays away-

Or do they not?

Was it an eerie aura of death,

Or a forgotten dream to survive-

Under the dark blue sky, she lay,
                                       Dead and Alive.

               Tradition

What is tradition?

Loud music, shopping, gifts, food

Or is it something more,

Something that we have all forgotten of.

Things that we can do every day-

Every weekend and every holiday,

IS not the meaning of tradition.

But it is an illusion;

Our busy lives are now busier,

Clumsier, boring and noisier.

We think we are happy and enjoying,

But at the end its just annoying.

What we miss and don't say,

Family is the word, per se;

The electronic joy has swept our lives,

We rarely get out of our lonely hives.

A timely call and a lot of Facebook post,

We brag, we show off, we do boast.

Every expectation that we break,

Every promise that keeps us awake;

Makes me wonder, makes me feel-

What is missing in this world so real;

What is the best gift that makes everything rhyme,

Is it money, clothes, toys or is it just Time!

Days pass by, months do follow,

Years have clouded our grief and sorrow.

Something is missing in all of our lives,

Is it failure, success or the vibes.

But when I look back, What I see

Love is what they want from me;

But, there is a better gift of all, yes Better-

It is some Family time, spent all together.

     



     








   


   Was I again too late?

A cold breeze rattles my bone,

I look up and see-

Dark cloudy night but a light shines alone-

And a girl sitting under the tree.

I pinch my arm,

Rub my eyes;

She seems calm-

Or haunting lies.

Is she her?

The one who left.

Shadow of a star

Or the horrors bereft.

Love is a myth,

Or is it time?

It’s getting harder to breathe-

A storm reaching it’s prime.

I climb down in haste,

Opening the door, I see;

White everywhere-

But there in the distance, the light and she!

I shout and call,

But unperturbed is she;

I run towards her, a cannon ball

Slowed by snow, up till my knee.

I reach her in no time,

Whoosh! Greets the tree.

I hold her tight, not a crime-

Ice cold, shivering, pale barely clutching me.

My arms burn,

I collapse under her weight;

A cold breeze rattles my bone, I turn-

Was I again too late?

         Electric Loneliness

Love that bellows in the hearts of a boy and a girl,
The selfless feelings of being together-
Walking hand in hand,
Pangs of getting caught;
Becomes so selfish when we grow up.
Black and white,
Beauty and pride;
Every relationship dwells in a mystery.
Those days of blind dates,
Love at first sight in a coffee bar,
Now or never situation;
Should I approach or not?
Stalking her to find her home,
Trying to find a point of contact.
Has all come down to facebook.
Now in a coffee shop, I see
People busy on virtual network,
Sms and social networking;
A friend request and two options-
Accept or reject!
Relationship status changed when they have hardly met,
It rarely lasts I bet.
Memories are all we clutch on-
Memories are never made virtually.
The power of a touch and the warmth of a hug
Has changed into a click and a like
The smell of roses are no more
Nor is there the essence of a nice perfume.
What is left are fake promises,
Troubled sleep and an eternal electric loneliness.

The Girl with the Ballerina Tattoo

I never really met her,

Though I have been with her once or twice;

Sometimes stunning, sometimes badass-

And sometimes really nice.

Hip hop here,

And rapping there-

Lonely, she is never;

Hold your breadth,

She's upset-

But she's goddamn clever.

Lost in her thoughts,

With bitter pain in her heart;

She broke many barriers-

She is really smart, world's apart.

Head held high,

Lively with bliss-

Waiting for her Waking Kiss;

Friends forever,

A mind in peace-

A girl with no broken promise.

When somebody asks me about her,

I look up, stare and say, "Its true

She's my friend and I am proud to say

She's the girl,

               The Girl with the Ballerina Tattoo.

         

            The Cupcake Lady

I was standing in the food court of our fest,

Hungry, tired after moving with the beats for quite some time.

Eyes hovering over all the Mughlai, Chinese, Pizza and Ice Cream stalls-

But then my gaze stopped on a corner,

Two beauties standing side by side,

One chocolate and the other strawberry delight;

One cooking and the other marking the price,

I was stunned, couldn't move my eyes.

Slow strides, confusion at its best,

Left to luck, all the rest;

"Are you the one who bake?

And may I have one of your beautiful Chocolate Cupcake?"

"They are home baked and one won't suffice."

Two amazing Girls on the rise.

One bite, two bite and three-

I was shaken to my knee.

Wow! The molten chocolate and the soft cake,

I devoured it without a break.

I looked up and she smiled,

"Wonderful! One more if you don't mind!"

I ate two, three, four-

It was about time to close the door;

What can be better than a tasty cupcake

Served by a beautiful lady,

Your whole world is at stake-

And you seem to be determined and steady.

Four, five, six rounds of applause

Until it seemed clichéd and gross.

I am still dreaming now, like I was then,

I was never and never will be ready-

Because this is one of those rare moments, When

I was actually blown away by the Cupcake Lady.

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE

It's that feeling,

When you are losing;

But still clutching on

The railings of a wrecking boat.

Waiting. A little bit of prayer,

And expecting some luck;

A miracle to happen,

But with an empty heart.

Your eyes goes dizzy,

Hands go limp;

Still holding on to prove a point!

This time, for no one but yourself.

You can hear the distant cries,

Men and women, weak and strong,

Crying out for help, drowning

But you feel helpless

And fight your conscience.

Because you know,

The moment you let go

You sacrifice yourself for nothing,

They are beyond saving.

But you wish you could.

You know you will soon join them,

But maybe not today;

The double mind is killing you-

But you still manage to hold on.

Suddenly! you notice

That you are crying out for help too;

Petty swimming is of no help-

You are beyond saving.

Big waves drown you now and then,

You managed to float this long;

Eyes paining, filled with salt-

Surviving! That's a distant dream.

And suddenly you sit up,

All sweaty and afraid;

Drink a lot of water, and wonder

What a pity, you never really lived your life.

Wait No More O Princess

Never mind, o lover-
O the one who waits;
The ferry is half way through-
Even the boatman needs to rest.
She waits for a prince,
Who would sail across;
A storm is razing-
And the end is always too far.

So many did try,
None were so worthy;
Or is it not about a Prince-
Its about her being finicky.

She is aware of the one,
The true worthy;
But her lust for a better one-
Is what kept her aloof.

Someday, he will be tired,
Tired of waiting for so long;
He will fly away with the West Wind-
And he won't even look back,
 not even once.

There will be a new beginning,
But not for the Princess;
She will be sitting, waiting-
Waiting for someone.

When she would miss him,
He will be long gone;
When her heart will melt-
His will have place for none.

She will weep for him,
And he will make merry;
She will bear the burden of life-
But he will live happily ever after.

MY   DEAR

I remember that day,

The day after the board exam's end.

Till then I never knew,

That within an hour we are going to be very good friends.

When you first smiled at me,

It made my day.

When you first mocked me,

It is a feeling I am unable to say.

Your heart is pure,

But you are pretty naughty.

And I am pretty sure,

You are an art of beauty.

You are caring,

You are sharing;

You are daring,

And that's why you are never boring.

Never cheat me,

I really owe you a lot.

Dear you are born free-

And your picture in my heart is forever caught.

Déjà vu or reality

When I first saw her,

She was smiling

Under the tree

In the shaded yellow street light.

Her face was camouflaged,

Her beauty was shadowed;

Her hair flowed down her shoulder-

Her eyes made me wonder.

I wondered till I next met her,

Was she real or my imagination.

A déjà vu of my dreams-

Or was she my invention.

But all of it was real,

As was she.

But I was in my dreams,

And I never made my plea.

I dared the world,

So did she;

I did like her,

But her, I could never infer.

Regularly did we meet,

Memories were made;

I lived in my dreams-

And she still lived in shade.

People tried to buy her,

I tried to borrow;

They used money and

I used sorrow.

In the end,

Everybody wants the same.

It is my mistake,

I didn't clear my stake.

My intentions are pure,

So is hers;

Purity rarely wins-

Good and evil are twins.

I could never approach,

Never will she;

Fear of losing her

Puts me in a back gear.

She did influence me,

So did a lot many;

But this time it was for real-

But who did ever know.

Pats in the back,

Splashes of water;

Quite a quarrel-

A bike ride and a flower.

"Do you trust me?"

And the dinner is served;

Half of this and half of that-

And I am always glad.

Frequent long walks,

Once a while an outing;

A messy day or two-

A lot of meaningless shouting.

Days passed by,

Months did follow;

No one did notice-

The true sacrifice.

Love or hate,

Nothing's on my fate;

Truth or lie-

Feelings never die.

What dies is the friendship,

What lives is ego;

If we ever fall in love,

I promise I will never let you go.

I won't stop

Tons of messages.

No reply.

Tensed.

Avoided.

Dusty streets,

Blazing sun;

Sweaty palms-

Dreams lost.

Angry?

But sad.

Obsession,

Redemption.

All at once,

No one to care;

No one to applaud-

The winner lonely,

Solely responsible

For what?

God knows,

Is he real?

Doubts circling,

Grief- Albatross.

Matter- micro,

Reaction- heavenly.

Change! Change!

O mighty warrior.

Changed?

For what?

Confused soul-

Not mine.

Rise and Shine-

O Divine!

Hate me not,

Nor do forget.

One last chance-

Life is one--

            I won't stop.

BSOD

I saw her,

The blue screen of death.

Fair skin,

Scarred face.

Not the usual scars-

Hard to understand.

Empty look-

Searching for purpose.

My heart rebooted,

Though it is preoccupied-

A surge of current,

But for a short while.

Face is forgotten,

So is she;

But all I remember is

She was the BSOD.

Time, is it?

A window,

Sitting alone;

What is real?

What is fake?

Is it only 'for sake'?

Or is it just a dream.

Am I the only deserted?

Everything is colorful.

I am black.

Surrounding dark.

No silver lining.

Heaven's hell.

Truths are lies.

Good is evil.

Words are sarcastic.

Crush is crushed.

Cursed is the time.

Universe is smoky.

Abandoned is the soul.

Abstract is the moment.

Thoughts are impregnable.

A piece of laughter.

Kind hearts, broken.

Solemn oaths smashed.

Friends on the brink.

Were they really?

Or was I asleep?

Time, is it?

Change is must.

Mistakes- unforgivable.

Unnoticed is the reality.

Unannounced is trust.

Unforgettable memories.

Unforgivable aesthetics.

What to do?

Just enjoy the show.

A tragedy.

Unwanted despise.

Silly! Silly! Silly!

Moments pass by.

So do I.

So do I.

True is my word,

weird is my imagination;

truth be behold-

beyond all suspicion.

life is not easy,

And the path is too narrow;

if someday I can pass through-

it would be the last of my sorrow.

Stardust

Hey you!

I see you everyday;

In reality-

And in my dreams.

You are a naturalist,

And a part of my fantasy;

You are aesthetic-

And a reason for my ecstasy.

Day and night,

Dusk and dawn;

I dream of you-

And you are my Mute Swan.

But you never care,

Nor do you worry;

Have you some time to spare?

Ooops! I am sorry.

I am courageous,

But you make me a coward;

Watching you pass by everyday-

Makes me bewildered.

Once a while

You smile at me,

You throw me a "Hi"-

And I reply with glee.

Nature has its way,

God has his will;

Rainy eve and she was there

Sitting alone, feeling the chill.

I approached her,

She was startled;

Then she recognized-

And then she stumbled.

I caught her,

Held her in my arms;

She was half drenched-

And I was mesmerized by her charm.

We walked together,

Under my umbrella blue;

I kept my arm over her-

The sudden warmth acted as the glue.

That day,

Changed my life;

Though we are only friends-

But someday soon she'll be my wife.

But I could never tell her,

The magical three words;

Hey! I love you!

Oh you, who is made of stardust.

I WISH

I wish I would never dream,

I wish I would never lie,

I wish her to be true-

I wish, after each of my dreams, she won't die.

I wish my dreams come true,

I wish I had the time to do everything nice;

I wish I could excel in whatsoever-

I wish I would never live a life of lies.

I wish I would never fear the dark,

I wish I would never feel the pain;

I wish I would never lose in the game of life-

I wish my life won't go in vain.

I wish my friends won't betray me,

I wish I never had to scream;

I wish the world would be all good-

But wishes rarely come true,

                                 Wishes come true only in a dream.

Dark and Darker

Dark is the thought,

Darker is the imagination;

Crazy is what we do-

Crazier is the retribution.

Lonely is the heart,

Lonelier is the soul;

Stupid is our decision-

Stupider is the parole.

Hard is the knowledge,

Harder is the understanding;

Belief is the savior-

Believer is the daring.

Lovely is the nature,

Lovelier is its creation;

Pretty is Love-

Prettier is the determination.

Costly is the materialistic world,

Costlier is the desire;

Clumsy is the outlook-

Clumsier is the behavior.

Near is the beautiful day,

Nearer is the end;

Sharp is destiny, but

Sharper is the bend.

Strong is the weak, and

Stronger is his will;

Smooth is his goal, but

Smoother is his skill.

Someday the weak will win,

And other days he will learn;

Beauty is in thoughts, not in looks

Only he can discern.