The Rains !

Lazy evening; through the window I peek,
Rain pouring down, oh what a treat!
Grabbed my keys; out to enjoy the sight,
Hot tea and smoke, and a long drive.
Rains amaze me with children dancing around,
On the way I saw, a hut shattered to the ground.
I sit in my car and enjoy the weather,
Houses protected with roofs and  body in leather.
I saw people crying outside the shattered hut,
While I sipped my tea with the doors shut.
Happiness comes at the cost of others' dreams,
For some it's balcony, for others the street.

Darkness

Open the doors and let them see,
that darkness doesn't always harbour demons.
It is darkness where dreams are created;
it is darkness where love often unveils.
Open the doors and let  them see,
that darkness doesn't always mean gloom.
It is darkness where a new life starts;
it is darkness where the strongest of the relations are built.
Open the doors and let them see,
that darkness doesn't always lack glee.
It is darkness where a man unleashes his emotions;
it is darkness where tears are shed and hope screams.
Open the doors and let then bring in light,
for their eyes are not adapted to struggle and believe.

My fault?

The daffodils, the sparrows,
the snowfall, the meadows;
Nothing comforts my restless soul
nothing that can soothe the burning coal.
Black it turned in the ages of decay
once which was green on the clay.
The chirping, the blooming; all stopped at once
when they attacked me with all the puns.
Gay I was, but is it a fault,
to turn my happiness in lines of salt.
Now here I sit in darkness, to make them feel all good,
and they warm their evenings, flaming the wood.

                     The lies.......

What you see around, it's not all true;
the windows to the mind go a long way.
What is conveyed is not what you hear,
it's not always the words that sway.
Abandon one must the letters of the dark,
for worthy it seems to mould the clay.

Souls that linger on for a while too long lead,
on to the path that's often blue.
You never know what's behind that smile,
for laughters are fake and smiles aren't true.

The lessons they  teach, the gloom they leave;
never should one try to forget.
For that keeps awake the desire to win,
for that makes you what you intend to create.

          The Peculiar YOU !


It's not about love, it's not about lust;
It's only about the things you think you must.
Its not about the one you think is special,
Its only about the things you are too scared to tackle.
The solitude, the introspection; its all vain,
You desire for those you cannot claim.
The evenings you wish, the mornings you desire;
Everyday you only fail to put out that fire.
The ecstasy, the rapture; that you see around,
nothing can untangle you from the sorrow you are bound.

Its only in the mind; the thing that you feel,
Unleash the thoughts and through the feelings you will read.
Stop trying so hard to put yourself out there,
Nobody cares unless its all loud and clear.
Review the scribble on the paper that you threw,
may be you'll discover a Keats, that's you.
The celluloid, the rostrum; may bewitch you for a while;
but you need to sketch on that canvas, your own style.

The guilt............

I made him cry, I made him sob;
Brutally with my love his heart I rob.
Some vengeance I took on that innocent soul,
I made him pay for somebody else's role.
I took away his sweetness, I took away his smiles;
when I promised to walk with him miles.
'No love again'; I made him swear,
beautiful letters of love I made him tear.
I made an ecstatic soul so dead,
I made him cry; whom I never wanted sad.

His fault was that his love was pure,
And I left him aching with no cure.
His words so perfect, his promise true;
No bridges I made, distances grew.
He always talked of love and life,
stubborn I was to feel from inside.
The guilt in my heart I will always bear,
Diamonds you find in this world are rare.
I gave him upfor something undefined,
May be he deserves someone divine.

Broken promises and unfulfilled vow,
On his feet I should kneel and bow .
The mirror speaks what I try to hide,
I have lost all grace and the pride.
 He deserves great and he will get it someday,
While I will lie alone when my hair turns grey.

Untangle Me

I watch them come, I watch them go
Nothing but a mere illusion just grow.
There is nothing in hand that I could sow,
Nothing but memories laid in a row.

Thoughts go deep and I feel caged,
no emotions to show; no sorrow, no rage.
Something deep down keeps holding me back,
there is an ocean ahead; I stand on the deck.

The lights that flicker, attract my eyes,
Distances diminish and I discover lies.
These chains hold my soul so tight,
pulling me back into an endless night.

I want to be free, I want to discover heights,
I want to live colors; no more blacks and whites .
Set me free and I shall fly,
May be to discover a way in the sky!