I rushed to the platform,
The leaving train I could see,
Crumpled in the unreserved bogie now,
I mutter, some things are meant to be!
Unknown, we chatted years ago,
From different parts of the country,
Today we vow to be partners in togetherness,
It’s a blessing some things are meant to be!
The unexplained phobia debilitates,
The fear never sets me free,
I succumb every time in panic
Give in, some things are meant to be!
As strangers we sang together,
To pass time on the long journey,
Now we are inseparable friends,
I smile, some things are meant to be!
I may not believe in destiny,
And fate may be a stranger to me,
Yet when unexplained things happen,
I say, some things are meant to be!
I wonder why I am writing this,
When blind beliefs make me uneasy,
May be creativity has its lessons to teach,
I accept, some things are meant to be!
The Anonymous DeathThe Anonymous Death
I dreamt of a death last night,
The deceased was unknown to me,
They said the name was “Heart”,
A tragic murder it seemed to be.
Faith and Trust the kith and kin,
Had already passed away,
Bereft in this commercial world,
Heart had no reason to stay.
Those who looked on in amusement,
Had a fancy story to relate,
Of how sincerely Heart went about,
Surrendering willingly to fate.
It seems first emotions were slashed,
With the sharp razor of practicality,
Then methodically care and kindness were strangled,
As Heart drained itself of humanity.
With the last struggle of helplessness,
Love flowed out of every cell,
Pain trickled down the eyes,
As Heart rang the death knell.
“Heart was a good ol’ chap”, they said,
Very different from the rest,
So instead of suffering in perpetual misery,
This suicide for Heart was best.
All paid their last respects,
And in life quickly moved on,
The museum fought for the final rights,
Of a relic that to the world would remain unknown!
The deceased was unknown to me,
They said the name was “Heart”,
A tragic murder it seemed to be.
Faith and Trust the kith and kin,
Had already passed away,
Bereft in this commercial world,
Heart had no reason to stay.
Those who looked on in amusement,
Had a fancy story to relate,
Of how sincerely Heart went about,
Surrendering willingly to fate.
It seems first emotions were slashed,
With the sharp razor of practicality,
Then methodically care and kindness were strangled,
As Heart drained itself of humanity.
With the last struggle of helplessness,
Love flowed out of every cell,
Pain trickled down the eyes,
As Heart rang the death knell.
“Heart was a good ol’ chap”, they said,
Very different from the rest,
So instead of suffering in perpetual misery,
This suicide for Heart was best.
All paid their last respects,
And in life quickly moved on,
The museum fought for the final rights,
Of a relic that to the world would remain unknown!
Chaos
I lie on the bed of thoughts,
I think, think, think.
The soft pillow deadens darkness,
In wilderness I blink.
A glass breaks, it shatters peace,
The pain seeps deep, deep, deep.
I drink from the bleeding edges,
An echo of insanity weeps.
I think, think, think.
The soft pillow deadens darkness,
In wilderness I blink.
A glass breaks, it shatters peace,
The pain seeps deep, deep, deep.
I drink from the bleeding edges,
An echo of insanity weeps.
nothingness
and then one day i wake up from a sleepless night to knowit is a part of me now
an overnight change that has left me unchanged
the pain doesn't speak the tears don't sting
it all just flows within ceaselessly
and a smile camouflages it all!
no yearning no memory no moment to call my own
the past is lost and the future an unwanted promise i have learnt not to trust
so the past is no more a problem and the future no more a concern
it is the present thats a trouble a challenge i cannot face
and time my undaunting enemy whom i cannot kill
i want to fight time
i write the lyrics of my favorite song and try to sing it loud
my voice is lost i remember i stiffled it last night
so i wait for the day to change to noon and the noon to melt into the evening
an evening with no colors gives in to another dark night
this feels home and i comfort myself with the selplessness
and then one day i wake up from a sleepless night to know
it is a part of me now
an overnight change that has left me unchanged
the pain doesn't speak the tears don't sting
it all just flows within ceaselessly
and a smile camouflages it all!
no yearning no memory no moment to call my own
the past is lost and the future an unwanted promise i have learnt not to trust
so the past is no more a problem and the future no more a concern
it is the present thats a trouble a challenge i cannot face
and time my undaunting enemy whom i cannot kill
i want to fight time
i write the lyrics of my favorite song and try to sing it loud
my voice is lost i remember i stiffled it last night
so i wait for the day to change to noon and the noon to melt into the evening
an evening with no colors gives in to another dark night
this feels home and i comfort myself with the selplessness
and then one day i wake up from a sleepless night to know
it is a part of me now
The Long Way
Today it all seemed unusually long; the way to and the way from; it felt long enough to believe we would not meet, but it did end and meet we did; for a moment short enough to make the long and the longing feel longer;
a smile, a gaze, a question, an answer, a breath, a sigh, an expression, a confession all exchanged in that one moment;
an unshed tear, a shoulder rest, a warm caress, a pat on the head, a brush of the finger tips, an eye lock, a whisper, silence all un-exchanged;
and then even the moment ended, before it should have;
The way back from you seemed longer and maybe it never will really end.
a smile, a gaze, a question, an answer, a breath, a sigh, an expression, a confession all exchanged in that one moment;
an unshed tear, a shoulder rest, a warm caress, a pat on the head, a brush of the finger tips, an eye lock, a whisper, silence all un-exchanged;
and then even the moment ended, before it should have;
The way back from you seemed longer and maybe it never will really end.
This too shall pass...
And then one day this too shall pass like most other moments of life I cherished. Moments I felt were eternal to leave an everlasting impression and yet fragile and delicate enough to have melted like dew leaving no trace except a faint echo of memories and blurred visions of smiles, tears, and togetherness. Yes everything passes, the great healer heals it all, I move on and you move away and the we is lost in this on and away. I hold on to you more tightly hoping to never let you go but it is like holding on to quicksand and all I can see is it is all slipping away the tighter I grasp. So what do I do, hold on, let go, pretend to feel comfortable with this loss or enjoy it while it lasts? The choices are many but the result is the same any choice I make. The result is this too shall pass. The awe, the respect, the beauty, the passion, the warmth, the comfort, the pain, the restlessness, the separation, the togetherness, the night, the day, the timeless time, the touch, the feel, the magic, and the chaos will all end only to beget a new turmoil within. Togetherness is not threatened by the parting, it is the parting that is threatened by the passing. And yet this too shall pass…
Dreamy Lost Evenings...
When did the night get done?
When did the day again begin?
Seems like only a blink,
Dreams dissolve and reality sets in.
Were the skies too high,
For the weakened wing?
Was the melody too sweet?
That the pained heart cannot sing?
A dreamy yesterday buried,
Locked and bolted to rest.
A keepsake for the lonely morrow,
When present is put to test.
Tears be the faithful companions,
For journey of many a mile,
The heart desires no laughter,
Contented with the broken smile.
When did the day again begin?
Seems like only a blink,
Dreams dissolve and reality sets in.
Were the skies too high,
For the weakened wing?
Was the melody too sweet?
That the pained heart cannot sing?
A dreamy yesterday buried,
Locked and bolted to rest.
A keepsake for the lonely morrow,
When present is put to test.
Tears be the faithful companions,
For journey of many a mile,
The heart desires no laughter,
Contented with the broken smile.
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