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.