Shadows and Memories

When the pain is old and the pen rusty…

The skies overcast…and a rhythmic rain…

I look for my forgotten friend…

In the attics of time

I look for that feeling…

But, the pen is rusty and the scar hidden

And, the relentless call of life…

And the burden of happily ever after…

The curse of finding what you are looking for

And letting it go…because you can’t stop

In the rain…the smoke of cigarette all around

I search and not find…

Yet, I search…

My redemption in the rusty pen…

Coaxing words…when all is quiet

For silence is my sword….silence my eternal sleep

Insanity and Us

The clouds roll in…

Steady…Calm…Dark…

And, we burn

Like the world around us…

Bringing insanity to the fore…

Indulging in the dance of madness…

As, we embrace…

The mad rush…in the flow of life…

We seek each other…

To create…to think…to say…

So much that needs to be said

But, remains ensconced in silence…

And, we scream

Loud…Uninhibited…Unafraid…

Pushing boundaries…to find our place

To accept the fire…we are rushing towards

Yet, you and I feel safe

Left alone…

We find solace…as the world burns…

We helplessly watch…waiting for our turn

The Dreamer and his Memories

You came from the shadows…

Unencumbered…free…

You dreamed…you spoke…

And, showed us pictures…that seeped deep within

You refused the road oft taken

Fought, bloody wars…

And, then danced in the rapture of creation…

Because, only you could

Each frame a story…

Each idea a rebellion…

You carried difference with elegance

And, now you’re gone

So here’s to the lonely verandah…

Here’s to the untouched coffee & half-burnt cigarettes

You were a dreamer…

But, you were not alone…

For Nirbhaya & Those Who Languish in Darkness

Her cries were drowned in laughter…

Her pain was buried in lust…

As, animals tore her apart

We watched.

We have been silent…

We will always be…scared…hiding…

And, she will continue to be brutalized

As, we watch

She fights…they laugh…

We sermonize…

We react…safe in the anonymity of the numbers

We actually enjoy…

Animals, we are…

Watching them tear her apart…

Slowly…painfully

And, still we choose to watch

Let’s stand up…once…together

And, make them afraid.

For once…for what is right…unafraid & free

And, then maybe my sister will find peace.

The Awakening of the Pen

As, the night sky rumbles…

And, winter draws near

I huddle in the cold…

Filled with a new fervor

Sometimes, the cobwebs need dusting…

Sometimes, a weary soul needs a smile

Or, maybe just a coffee, a cigarette

A short acknowledgement that you are mine…

But, it’s ok…all is well…

As, it rains

Cold…dreary…December rain

And, all pain is frozen

While, my pen awakens

Perhaps, in desperate search…

Search for an answer

Or…A desperate attempt to cling on to its identity

Of Flying Kites and Freedom

Of all things silent…

Of friends and forgotten stairways...

Of flying kites and being free

And, standing still

The lonely piece of sky…from the lonely window

Sighs, as she clings to the railing

The last of the tears…

Have dried in her throat

She searches…

For a kite…for a colourful spark…

In the grey heavens…

Something else from what is…

Her shackles have fallen silent…

Her battered soul numb

Seeking not freedom…but assurance…

That not everything is a lonely body in the lonely streets

Yet, the sky is empty…

The music silent…the guitar unstrung…

She turns back to darkness

The grey sky stays quiet.

Of Rains and Afternoons

The naughty rain…

And, lazy afternoon silently watch…

As, you breathe gently on my neck…

And, we ride on dawn’s chariot…

Unbridled…free…

While, the world stops around us…

And, we move as one

Afraid…Happy…

As, waves of emotions wash over us

And, rain falls…

While we soak in it…drink it up

As, if there is no tomorrow

And, we hold each other…

Afraid to let go…

The old, lazy afternoon…just smiles