Muffler.

A woolen muffler lies neatly tucked
under a heap of clothes.
Its endearing qualities pull me towards it
in the middle of the night.

Soft fluffy and neatly embroidered,
I hold it close to my chin,
Thinking about the wool and the
Lady who will wrap it around.

Words of comfort.

Words have lost the magic of comfort,
that they once possessed.
Today, they are just disjointed words put together
to form a sentence.

I do realize the futility of all emotions
But still fall prey to it everytime.

A ray of light

A ray of light refracts itself
On my half filled glass of water.
And draws a design on my
Wooden dinner table.

I rotate it at an angle
To see it form and reform
With a geometric precision
That no law of science can challenge
And a beauty
That no painter can ignore.

The answer to this enigma, some say,
Is emboldened in the bulky books of science.
And others say it is
Surreptitiously hiding in the Mysteries that make nature.

Frolicking in the Bubbles of Illusion

Unaware of the charms that she holds,
I see her strolling with sandals in her hand.

She stops and inscribes her name on the sand.
Stooping at it, she marveled at the sight.
But then, the waves gathered momentum,
They intruded on her name and slowly washed it away.

In disbelief she stared at it
Till her mother distracted her with another game.
Nevertheless, she can blow up another illusion
And learn to live in it till it bursts again.

Har mulaakat ka anjaam judaai kyon hain.

I stare at the trail of footsteps that you leave behind on the sand,
And wonder about the fleeting nature of time.

It was just a few moments back that I rushed in to catch the sun in front of my eyes
And now he has taken every vestige of light with it and sunk into oblivion.

Nonetheless, the waves still lash on my feet
And the cool wind blows across my face.

With a smile on my face, I hope to meet you again
And wish that I never run short of such days.

Sparrow on a concrete floor.

Time is like that sparrow on a concrete floor,
It jumps,
It flutters,
You wish that it won't fly away,
But eventually it does.

Fool's Paradise

With every drop that parts from my glass,
a fragment of my mind frees itself from the clutches of reason
and rises on top of my head.

And as the lights grow dimmer and the sounds turn feebler,
I patiently wait for the time when my head becomes light enough to float.

Fool’s paradise you might say, but who has seen the real one?

Unanswered question ?

Listening to the music, I asked myself,
If I would have raised her hand and would have given it a tweak,
Would she twirl around and rest on my shoulder?

Hmmm, some questions are best left unanswered.
For, the answers would rob the mystically dreamy quality of the moment,
And paint it with a drab color of truth.

Boy at Juhu Beach.

He jumps with the advent of every wave
and claps when it retreats.
He smiles blissfully
and utters words that he too doesn’t understand.

From the corner of my eye,
I observe this mirror that transports me to a world bygone.

I wish to jump with joy
But at best, I can only smile.
I wonder what restrains me.
Is it that I have learnt too much?
Or have I forgotten something.

Uncomfortable truth

Don’t think about a lie so much that it begins to distort the truth.
Over the years, I have seen a facial expression change in my head.
And it is today that I gather the courage to acknowledge it.

If you don’t see a redemption coming, don’t expect it.
Gradually the deluge will leave your heart and run into your veins.

And slowly but surely it will also make you considerate enough to accept others follies.

Run...

I have started believing that loneliness has assumed a face of a human.
He enters the closed doors of my home
And stares at me.

Should I sit in his company and see the time go by or should I run.

I will run..

Triangular nose

Triangular nose and neatly sketched eyes,
In my definition you are the unconventional beauty.

Not the one that is outright beautiful for everyone to see,
But a mystery face that will not divulge all the secrets at once.

I am sure your face will intrigue me for days, if not months.

I am in love with the air that I breathe.

I am in love with the questions that life poses everyday.
I sift through the options that I am rich enough to get.
And wait for time to unwrap the suspense that shrouds my answer.

In my perspective, some answers turn out to be good, some bad.
But all are worth the experience.
However, I would wish away the aura of indulgence that surrounds it every time.

Key to happiness

Somewhere in the corner of my heart, hides a craving for a key.
A key that opens the door of a car, big enough to make me worry about parking.

It is like a parasite that feeds on my thoughts. With every passing day, it grows stronger.

It worries me.

But, I hope that time flies like the pages of my calendar and I realize the dream with a degree of gratification that justifies the craving.

Hmmmm.. What should I write?

With a pen in hand, I look outside the window;
What should I write for you today?

I wish I could write a poem in a melody that you could hum.
Unfortunately, a written word confines itself to interpretations of your mind.
Words can only aspire to but would never be able to transcend the lure of music. *

* The last sentence is partly inspired from the novel ‘Last Song of the Dusk’.

Autumn

Autumn had played its cruel trick again.
It sapped all the water from the leaf and
left the poor leaf at the mercy of the wind.

On one October evening,
mild winds separated the leaf from its branch
and then the leaf began its last journey to the dusty roads of Juhu.

Swayed by the winds it finally found its place on the pavements
along with thousands of other leaves.
Each having a story worth being told and heard.

Raindrops

The rains had left tiny droplets on the window panes.
They stood calmly next to each other
until one amongst them got heavy enough
or I must say weak enough to resist gravity,
thereby taking many other smaller droplets along its way.

Reminds me of the day when love took me to a bottomless pit.
Rising out of which has even defeated time.

Loneliness

Missing you has become a habit now.
The same lonely cup of tea,
the same empty corner in the room
and the same contagious loneliness in poems.

Ohh time, I wait for you and destiny to plot
and infuse a fresh lease of life into the monotonous
existence of a 24 year old.

Hope

Days months and now years have passed,
the day that I was waiting for has finally arrived.
But now, I am worried.
I am worried because I know that the day would come and go.

Hope is something that I was accustomed to live with
Living with memories is something new to me.

Sometimes I wonder if I could just for a moment freeze time and live in it for eternity.