All Well Deserved

There are things
that make me happy,
and there are things
that make me sad.

Then there are people
behind all these things,
but it doesn't make me
even a little less glad.
 

Perspectives

You kept on telling,
from far where you stood-
what I do can,
and what I should.

I kept on yelling,
you never understood-
what I did,
and what I could.

Silence

Tears unrolled,
Pain untold,
She thinks no one cares,
If she doesn't share.
But I can read minds,
Maybe she's unaware.
As I pack my stuff,
She keeps herself tough.
But I know her inner state,
I wish I could stay, but,
The time wouldn't wait.
I still have to depart,
Though with a heavy heart.
The journey is self chosen,
Her silence leaves me frozen.
To ask her, I couldn't dare.
All I can say is that,
Some fairwells aren't fair.

 

P.S. - Dedicated to all the strong mothers out there whose children have to leave their home for study/work.

If I Were Not Me

I wonder if I were not me,
What else I could be,
A flower among the thorns,
Or a quiet summer tree.
A lonely artist's brush,
Or someone's first crush.
Maybe I could be a guitar,
Or a wish granting star.
Rain shower in summer noon,
A child's amaze, a balloon.
Roaring like an ocean's tide,
A quiet tear of a new bride.
What if I be your smile,
Resting on your lips for awhile.
Or what if I be in your heart deep?
Will you mind me to forever keep?

She is Poetry

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
I am not perfect,
neither you nor anyone.
She is not perfect either.
But she is poetry.
And she doesn't rhyme.
But then again,
poetry doesn't have to rhyme.

A Heart With A Patch

So what it's broken and scattered,
in love it doesn't really matter.
For love is always in demand,
I'll not store it and preserve,
I'll stitch my heart and offer it
to someone else who deserves.
Let me see who tries for the catch,
a heart full of love despite a patch.

The Meeting Point

It's so good for two people to be like two parallel lines. Both will move to the same direction keeping the exact and perfect distance. It's like two people living a life their own way yet complimentary to each other. One's life is independent yet incomplete without the other. Maintaining the perfect amount of space and distance between the relation - not so far, no so close. But then there is a negative point - they don't meet each other. Never ever. This makes their relation incomplete though unending.

And then there are two intersecting lines. They move to their own directions at their own pace. They do not compliment each other. They are free - like wind blowing at its own will. But they meet for at least once. And that point, that intersecting point, is their mark of perfection. At this very point they are in complete harmony and in complete surrender. They lose themselves in each other. At that point, their identity is merged and there remains no one or the other.

This intersection, this meeting point doesn't last for long. But in that one moment they are in perfection. And then they move again to their predefined directions at their predefined pace - never to meet each other again.

I see both of us like those two intersecting lines. And I'm glad that for at least one moment we were in perfection.

By The Window

Let us sit by the window and watch the rain,

it won't fix the heart nor it'll heal the pain.

But just bring us some leisure to think,

and maybe some tears to shed and drink.

To revisit the memories while raindrops pour,

to relive the forgotten moments once more.

I know you don't like the rain much, though,

it's worth waiting for the following rainbow.

Let us forget for a while our love or hate,

let us just sit by the window and wait -

for the rain to end,

for the wounds to mend,

for our paths to bend.

Opposites Attract

They thought they were opposites. She liked summers while he felt winters more comforting. She liked sunny days but to him, rains always made him dance though he was not at all good at dancing. She didn't like books but he had a personal library. Also, she wasn't a loner like him, among other things. They were quite opposites you know. And yet they felt the pull towards each other. Like they say, opposites attract, so was their story.

They met couple of times like two random flowers touch mid-air when the wind is blowing. They were like those two random flowers. But he couldn't bear the force of wind and fell on the ground while she blossomed even more.

She was the poetry and he was the poet. For some time, they both were complimentary to each other like a poem and the signature under it. She was known by him and he was by her. Then came the time when signature turned into initials and initials too lost their importance. Like it always happens, everyone remembered the poem and forgot the poet. She was still a poem but he became an anonymous poet. Gradually he lost the anonymous title too.

They thought they were opposites, so as a rule, they would attract. Of course they did, but not for long. They weren't opposites, they were quite similar. They were like same poles of two magnets. And whenever they tried to come close, they pushed each other in the opposite directions.  

Within

Within me are the five oceans,
And within me float the seven skies,
Within me countless suns shine,
Within me moons and stars reside,
Within me are the mountains so high,
Within me are the forests so bright,
I hold the breeze within me,
I carry the storms no one can see,
Within me is whole of the creation,
And within me is the creator Himself.

Favorites Forever

There are some of my favorite things. Like that restaurant where I have been to only once and it just became my favorite. I have a shirt which I wore only once and it is hanging in my closet since then. But it's my favorite of all the shirts I have. There is a book resting on my shelf, half read and the bookmark is still sandwiched between its pages. That book is my favorite though never completed. I have a collection of songs in my cellphone which I have listened to only once or some of them maybe twice. But that playlist I have named it 'Favorites'. It's been long since I have played it. But like other things, it's my favorite.

It may sound weird. But you know why I follow this practice? Why I don't visit my favorite restaurant often or why I never wore that shirt again? Why I haven't completely read my favorite book and among other things, why I don't play my 'Favorite' playlist more often? Because I want all these things to remain my favorites forever.

If, for instance, I listen to that song again and again, it won't sound as special as it does now. If I complete reading my favorite book it may become part of that stack of books which I once read but never touched again. Not even dusted them off. I just want my favorites to remain as such. And I always want to feel curious about them all the time.

Should I tell you one more thing? You are my favorite of favorites. But I don't come to see you often. And now you better know why?

Random Five Liners - 5

If I was a color,
I'd choose to be white,
graciously losing itself,
yet alone
shining bright.

***

Setting aside my fears,

someone's hand in mine,

a long walk in the rain,

yes, I am ready,

to play love again.

***

You, in my arms,
with all your charms,
your breath touches
my bare chest,
I shiver in love.

***

Lovers depart,

with heavy heart,

carrying along

a bag full of

broken promises.

***

Memories knock,
each midnight,
I weave words,
another poem
gets a shape.

***

By Chance

One day,
unexpectedly,
we'll collide again,
just by chance,
just like that,
maybe then you'll know,
we belong to each other,
then and now and ever.
I'll win you,
earn you,
never to spend you,
to treasure you,
forever.

Lost and Found

So the wind blew,
and thunder strokes,
made me aware of the
world around with hope.
Lost in my own wound,
I ignored the reasons,
which could spellbound.
And it was then when I
moved around my eye,
that I found my pain looks
as tiny as a star in the sky.
And I realized,
I was worrying in vain,
In that very moment,
I found myself again.

April

In the middle of winter and summer,
Is a month with soothing glimmer,
Eliot says it's the cruelest of all,
But hope still lingers though small,
Seeing it coming my heart thrives,
I open my arms wide as April arrives.

P.S. - T. S. Eliot was a famous poet who wrote the poem "The Waste Land", the first line of which says,"April is the cruelest month".

Soul's Call

I do not really do,
What they think I do,
I'm just a means,
But in fact it's You.
Through me You love,
Through me You write,
Through me it's done,
You remain out of sight.
I do not deserve,
Your gracious blessing,
I'm a sinful soul,
In torn dressing.
What more do I say,
What more do I write,
My soul lost itself,
When it found You beside.
O Merciful!
Listen to my soul's call,
Into the world so mean,
Do not let it again fall,
Do not let it again fall.

Touch

I wouldn't be a star,
or a fresh flower,
but when I die,
I'd be rain shower.
Falling softly on your face,
and if you cry just in case,
in that way we'll win the race,
because no one would be
watching to your tear,
and me too will
touch you my dear.

Just Because

Just because he remains quiet,
Doesn't mean everything's alright,
Maybe he is waiting for the one,
Who'll come and embrace him tight.

Who?

Who else can
know better,
the sufferings
of my own soul,
except me?
O Lord!

And,
if not me,
then You.
If not You,
then who?

Random Five Liners - 4

I shall wait,
for the rain
of love, to pour
on your soul again.
I shall wait that long.

***

A new season

a new reason,

to the tune

of love,

I dance again.

***

Let me forget
what has passed
and write poems
for the one
awaiting me.

***

Come back once,

if you care,

my soul is bruised,

just repair,

and disappear.

***

It's Spring,
let me dance and sing,
I've written a new song,
in the memory of
someone forever gone.

***

Why Not Me?

You didn't believe,
That I was sure,
You didn't trust,
My love was pure.
You didn't mean what you said,
You ignored love,
And chose possessions instead.
You weren't that wise,
For once you'll realise,
Maybe not now,
Maybe someday somehow,
That you were wrong,
That it was meant to last long.
Maybe you'll cry,
And wonder why,
Why it couldn't be?
Why it wasn't me?
Why?

Despair

I do not know,
what went wrong?
Nor do I know,
why it didn't last long?
All I know is that I could be,
your voice, your song.
If only you could stay,
a little longer on the way,
perhaps I could prove it,
and never let you go away.
Why don't you understand,
it's only love which is grand,
all the things you long for,
may not be with you till the end.
I don't know if you're here,
reading this or you don't care,
come back for once and see,
how hard it is to live in despair.

Random Five Liners - 3

I'll wait some more
till someone again
falls in love
with my words, and
with me too, forever.

***

Comes Spring

my life spins

upside down

she goes out of range

as the seasons change.

***

And you think what you did was right?
What do you have?
Skin that is so white?
Oh, c'mon baby!
Your heart is as black as night.

***

A balcony

two cups of tea

some English songs

exchanged for memories

of a lifetime.

***

Let us be
strangers again
and meet someday,
at the crossroads
of life, smilingly.

***

Art

I am the sun,
the moon,
the stars.
I am the pain,
the wound,
the scars.
I am the breeze,
the clouds,
the showers.
I am the paper,
the brush,
the guitar.
I am the joy,
the sorrow,
the laugh.
I am the leaf,
the flower,
the grass.
I am the light,
the void,
the dark.
I am the voyage,
the end,
the start.
I am the mind,
the soul,
the heart.
And what not?
I am the artist,
the craft,
the art.

Coming Back

I forgot my path,
I forgot my way,
But, O Lord,
You never left me,
Whatever it may.
I went off the track,
And with mercy and grace,
You brought me back.
Over the time I realized,
With every mistake,
I became wise.
Trusting someone
Other than You,
Only left me feeling blue.
And now,
When I make a come back,
Accept me with forgiveness,
And complete me where I lack.

Random Five Liners - 2

More often
they don't recognize
what they've lost
until it becomes
memoir of yesteryears.

***

Some poems

written on soul

refuse

to be exposed

on paper.

***

He loved
he went far
lost his way
returned home
before sunset.

***

It passed

so fast

that we couldn't

even bid

a final adieu.

***

The night
taught him lessons
he forgot
before the dawn, and
fell in love again.

***

Random Five Liners - 1

Let us travel
back to the time
when you and I
would never meet
and never separate.

***

People come

and go

as they please,

sometimes they take

your soul away.

***

Even after ages
some memories
remain
as fresh as
morning dew.

***

You neither own

people around you,

nor you own,

the right, not to

forgive them.

***

If you see
how God manages all
you will know
you do not own
all the problems.

***

Return

Do not expect,
Do not wait,
But if they return,
Ask no questions,
Just embrace,
Do not deny,
Do not hate.

Tiny Tales - II

He,"You're my weakness."

She,"But I want to become your strength."

He was quiet. Maybe he knew she was wrong. He still stands strong.

***

"Write a thought for me," she said.

He wrote his life for her and she never read it.

***

"Don't doubt my efforts. They are sincere," she said.

He trusted. He still trusts.

***

"I cannot hurt anyone," she assured.

Yes, she was right. She didn't hurt anyone except him.

***

"Your words are really your asset," she told him.

She left and his assets flourished.

***

"Move on," she said.


She turned around and he wasn't there. He moved on before she could do. She was still standing there with the guilt on her soul.

***

Tiny Tales - I

She said Amen! a numerous times.

Not a single one worked. Her prayers weren't strong.

***

He,"I always keep surprising you. But you never do."

She,"Someday I'll give you a big surprise."

And she did. She left, to never come back.

***

He asked,"In storms or in sunshine, will you be my valentine?"

And the answer was yes.

Then rang the alarm and he realized he was dreaming.

***

He,"Just want to say,
in simple old way,
in no time we became
one from two,
don't mind if I say,
I love you."

She,"I love you too."

She forgot to mention - conditions apply.

***

He,"I guess I don't deserve you."

She,"Don't say that. My soul knows only you deserve me."

She lied to him. Her soul lied to her.

***

She once told him that he was a gem.

Little did he know that he was just a stone for her.
A pebble under her feet.

***

Nothing Else

In the end,
Love alone shall prevail,
Every science shall fail.

Poet

I have been in love for twice,
I failed in both and it's alright,
To a bitter life it added spice,
I wouldn't be a poet otherwise.

I Wonder

You pretend to be strong,
But I know you're wrong,
I'll move on before you do,
I cannot wait for long.
Just wonder, what will you do,
To release the pain,
Engraved on your delicate heart,
Forget about me,
I'm blessed with the writing art.

Unseasonal Rain

When someone on your heart and brain,
Chooses not to care and leaves you in pain,
Then it's natural for the eyes to drain,
And pour in some unseasonal rain.

A Poetic Tale

Bathing in the moonlit,
On an otherwise dark night,
Over the grass,
Under the stars,
He held her tight,
Surrendering herself,
In his protective arms,
She imagined their future,
Together as bright.
But wait!
A sudden thunder,
Woke them up,
From their fairy dream,
He made her feel his presence,
Before she could scream.
"What if it doesn't work?",
she whispered,"What if fate hurts?"
He didn't move, he didn't slip,
Around her, he tightened his grip.
And uttered,"We are already one.
What more is left to be done?
Everything will be alright,
Just wait for the morning sun."
For a moment, forgetting their pain,
They got lost in dreams yet again.
A story so innocent they write,
On an otherwise dark night,
Bathing in the moonlit.

A Prayer

Towards you, O Lord,
You pulled me by chance,
Since that very moment,
I long for your glance.
But still feel so far,
From you I'm still apart.
This path seems so long,
Full of stones and thorns.
Just one wish I make,
Just one pledge I take,
For my soul's sake,
The journey ends soon,
Bless me with this boon,
And in the meanwhile I pray,
It takes longer than it may,
But, 'I quit', never must I say.

Valentine

Nothing left to ask,
Nothing left to say.
Walking hand in hand,
We've chosen our way.

But heart so innocent,
Fears night and day.
Whether you'll be mine,
Or you'll never may.

So for the one last time,
Let me ask my heart out.
In storms or in sunshine,
Will you be my valentine?

I Promise

I don't promise to make you feel happy always,
But I promise not to be a reason for your tears.

I don't promise to make you laugh hard,
But I promise to keep you smiling.

I don't promise to make your journey easy,
But I promise to hold your hand and walk along.

I don't promise to express my love often,
But I promise to keep loving you anyway.

I don't promise to make big promises,
But I promise to make smaller and keep them.

Wish

In my heart I have, a wish so strong,
To be with you in this life, and beyond.
And if you leave me halfway insane,
I promise, I'll never write poetry again.

Our Story

It isn't an attraction,
Or a mere infatuation,
Between us is a sacred
And divine connection.
It's never too late,
The way we've met,
Was written in our fate,
That is how you and me,
Became each other's soul mate.
You've touched my life the way,
No one else could or can.
I feel so grateful to my Lord,
That now,
You're my lady, and,
I'm your man.

The Path

I know my way,
I know my path.
It's of light and sound,
Not of void and dark.
I shall keep walking,
Leaving not any mark.
I'll not return to play again,
This world is not my park.

Poetry

Mind so restless,
Heart hiding volcanoes,
Soul under the load of sins.
Then to the rescue of all three,
There comes an art form,
From God's divine territory,
To release what lies underneath,
And they call it poetry.

Random Love Verses

With each passing day,
Whatever comes our way,
I just want you to know,
What I feel but don't say.

Amidst all the words unsaid,
And all the feelings unread,
Yet I believe we're connected,
As two hearts in one thread.

Hold my hand and take me away,
To a place where no one is to sway,
Just you and me and a tree house,
Near a river where forever we stay.

For all these years I've been caged,
You touched my soul and I was amazed,
It's time we fly up above the sky,
Where we remain unfollowed and unchased.

Strange are the ways of Lord,
And sudden is His gracious rain pour,
He makes us fall for the one,
Whom we've never known before.

The Connection

Two strangers on an unknown path,

Walked together yet miles apart.

Never met, though, never seen,

In ups and down, united we've been.

Our story is no less than a fairy tale,

Storms will come, but our ship will sail.

The relation that we're tagged in,

is as sacred as heavenly dove.

I wish I could give it a name, which is,

More than friendship but less than love.

The Fall

Despite all the cautions my heart takes,
if, however, I fall in the ocean of love,
do not come to rescue,
do not extend your helping hand.
Let me take a plunge,
deep down the untraveled path,
do not pull me up to life again,
for the one who falls in love once,
rises above all the sins.