Winter’s Embrace

The winter crept up stealthily behind…
Like an old friend…
And, embraced my weary soul
Embalming my wounds in its chilly blanket

I have wondered about this winter…
In my waking dreams
I have wrestled with shadows
Wondering about my being…

I have questioned relevance of life…
I have run for miles…just to feel tired…
And, I have waited for this winter…
Enigmatic…cold…inevitable…

Torn apart with questions
I have sought solace in unlikely corners…
I have traversed lonely boulevards of my mind…
In circles

Elusive peace and elusive answers
And, an elaborate sham of civilization
I have been a part yet apart…
But, now finally I surrender…savoring the winter’s embrace

Age

The curtains part…
Making way for dawn’s silent footsteps
Sentinel of a new day…
Testimony of another day’s end

And, life walks on…
Chained by contradictions…and misunderstood fears
Just some wrinkles, mute witnesses…
Of passing time

She looks up at her slice of sky
From her verandah…in her lonely apartment
And, watches the vast unknown
With a half drunk coffee by her side

She watches the fog roll by…
Hiding her familiar view…
By her loved window…she closes her eyes…
And smiles…It doesn’t matter even if its time…

Of Journeys and Destinations

I stand filled with restless thoughts
Like the wandering wind…
Looking for a place to stop…

Watching the rain from a speeding car…
Hurtling towards inevitability
With a half burnt cigarette in my lips…

Stripped of all illusions of control…
I stand quiet…Staring blankly outside the window…
The coffee…untouched…cold…dark…

As, I wonder about purpose…
I feel a familiar hand in mine…
I close my eyes…maybe, it’s worth it all

What have I got to say?

What have I got to say...
Is it simple…or perhaps, convoluted
Is it worth a thousand words…
Or, a silent smile…

Will someone hear it…
Amongst the din of people dying
Amongst agony…hunger…lust…life…
Should I be heard?

What is it that I am saying…
That hasn’t been felt before…
Insignificant words…for an indifferent multitude
Who cares…

Yet, I fill these pages
Waiting…to find that word…
That stirs the water under the bridge…
And, reminds you of rain on a dark night

Like a blind traveller…
In the boulevard of words
I feel each word with awe…and pen down a few…
Someday…someone…will find a meaning…I just keep writing

Of Change and Constancy

In the faraway horizon
Where, the sky melts into the ocean
Somber...Silent…
I stand with you…ensconced in solitude

Tired of the constant battering…
Of joys and sorrows
Beyond boundaries and bonds…
Where, it’s just You and I…and us…

In one cataclysmic dance…
I have left the world behind
In the manic, suicidal desire
To love…to be loved

As, the words come to the lips
Yet, are spoken by the eyes… I stand with you in my arms…
As seasons change…lives change…
But, the sky keeps melting into the ocean

Anguish

I watch the sea of life…
Break on the shores of eternity
And, I watch the endless parade…
Of lives without meaning

And, I cry…
Waiting, for the tears to be heard
While, I search for words
In the sunshine-less streets of the world

Somewhere, there is a saga
Of memories…and quicksand
Of forgotten words in dusty bylanes
Of stories untold

I bid adieu…I lose myself
To join the crowd, yet not be a part
To be torn apart…just to be whole again
Time it is…for being heard

I sing…the unsung songs
Carrying the voice of unheard throngs
I fly and fall…I flow and ebb…
With the hungry tides eating my soul

The Falling of a Star

The sleepless river beckons…
As, I watch from the sidelines
Her dark liaisons…
And, the scars of countless lovers

She stands bereft of the spotlight…
In the shadows…after an eternity
And, even in my arms…
She yearns to e free…

The lonely street lamps stand witness
To whispered secrets…behind the veil
To forgotten tears…
And, unknown streets

Adorned with the weight of time…
Practiced smile hiding the usual pain
Greeting the thousands waiting for her…she turns to me…
She has never been more lonely