My Rainbow

That rainbow
Endless to the horizon
I fly and fly
To catch it in the mid-air
Total bliss, peace, purification
Thoughts of a mad-man
Mad-bird?
Rainbow dodges me
Again and again
And I fly and fly
Till the rainbow ends
And I wait again
For the next rainbow
A rainbow that doesn't run
A rainbow that doesn't end
I wait for MY rainbow.

A Null

Waves of blankness
Hitting a blank wall
Creating a void
Of nothingness
And the oblivion watches
From a distance
Vacant eyes
Unoccupied thoughts
Nothing lives
Nothing dies
It’s only an empty lot
Searching yields no results
Finding is losing
Losing is intolerable
Yet the search is on
I don’t expect you to find
I can't be wrong
You don’t know nothing

My God, Your God

They came
They preached
Each in his own voice
Monotonous
Metallic
Brutal
Cajolling
Each telling me that
The God I believed in
And the God they believed in
Were different
That the way I attain God
Is not a way at all
And when I didn't believe them
They persisted
With the same voice
Forcing me to believe
But unable to back their theories
Except with folklores
And so called God's words
They may not know
But I too have those scriptures
And mine are thicker than theirs
Why should I distrust mine
And follow theirs?
As if I am the sheep that
Their God wanted them to be
No, I am not a sheep
Nor is my God a shepherd
I never tried to impose myself
It's better if you don't as well
If not mine
For your own God's sake!

Candles and Moths

All candles beckon moths
Raw and stupid they obey
"Come to my light and glory"
"Why not? Candle,” naïve moths say

I am not a moth, dear candle
You can’t make me obey
For the light you give to me
A dear price I have to pay

Your tears for those moths are faked
I know that to be true
No matter how hard you try
Nothing will make me come to you

So many candles in the world
Let tears not sway you my friend
It’s always an ally that betrays you
That has always been the trend
A wrong turn around the bend
A dead end
A dead end………………………….

The Tree

The old tree is withering with care
As if preparing to fall softly
The ground is sodden and muddy
Will it cushion the fall?
Its leaves are the color of death
Its branches ghost of life
Truncated off its glory and days
It stands old but wise
I used to be with it
When it was lush and green
Reminiscent of happier times
Its leaves reminder of eternal spring
No tombstone will be raised for it
No epitaph will be written
Gone to the whispers of wind
It will live in me
I will die with it

Walking

Down the street
A Coke-can
Crushed to the death
Still oozing coke
Final hours of death
Garbage man will approach soon
I felt pity
"Hey Man!
Why r u picking it?
Someone threw it away"
Someone tells me.
I didn't tell him but
I picked it because
Someone threw it away.

I won't let it happen again.

Torn in twos and threes
Punctured all over
Scratched in a place or two
This isn't a rag, my friend

Why do I have it?
When I don't need it
When broken to pieces
Why do I mend it?

I don’t have an answer
I don’t have a reason
Just a piece of junk
Obsolete yet dear

Life sucked out of it
It looks a lot like me
Nothing I can do about it
Why do you ask again and again?

No, I won’t give it to you
I trust no one with it
Many times before
Menders have turned offenders
I won't let it happen again.

Indifference

I hear the mocking laughter of yours
It mocks no pride in me
I see the coldness in your eyes
It chills no bone of me
I smell the putrid thoughts of yours
It swells no disgust in me
I feel the blatant wrath of yours
It spurs no vengeance in me
I observe the mercenary principle of yours
It holds no value for me
I stand-alone in this big world of yours
As alone as one can be.

Cherished Memories

Unobscured by the dimming visions,
Unblemished by the shadowy nights,
Despite the threatening gloom,
Your serene face smiles deep within me.

Enshrouded in the veil of melancholy,
My cheery self has tarnished with time.
Yet when I dreamily recall our times together
Despite myself, a smile plays across my lips.

Engulfed in the suffocating darkness,
When I try to break free
I see my guardian angel,
The darkness crumbling under her halo
And I see your placid image in her eyes.

Dreary-eyed and sodden-cheeked,
When I delve into my past
Blissful moments conjure up long forgotten memories
And I try hard to hang on to them
For I fear tomorrow may not be the same.

Life, too short

Life is too short to wait, for someone
Life is too short to regret, for something
Do not waste your life making friends
They forget you faster that your rivals do

Do what is there to be done
Who knows when the fuel runs dry?
A blink of an eye is all that it takes
To wave this world goodbye

The Dream

The day ended in a sad tune
A tune of loss, a tune of grief
Or was it the tune of eternal double-cross?
Whatever it was, the tune was sad.

A bird screamed at the top of a tree
A cry of fear, a cry for help
Or was it the cry for perennial tears?
That wet the vision; so dark, so hostile

I was dreaming of a white flag
Suddenly there was a patch of blood
I looked down on me, my arms were missing
Those patches were of my own blood

I woke startled and looked out of a window
I heard the sad tune of humanity
I heard the painful cry of pigeons
I saw the white flag that turned red
And I wished I had never woken up.

Lone Stargazer

Silent night
Twinkling stars
I, a lone stargazer
Cocooned in my loneliness
Silent but not twinkling
Alone

Lackluster
Melancholic
Lackadaisical
Adjectives
That may define me
And my inner thoughts

Stars mock me
I, the lonely stargazer
Unaccompanied
An island
Am subject to mockery

Won’t you take your turn?

Hey Sweetie!

Hey Sweetie! Have you found yourself a new guy?
If you have, tell me how does he look?
Does he smile better than me?
Does he too go crazy about your looks?

Hey Sweetie! How often do you go out with him?
Does he care enough for you?
Or even more, do you care for him?
Does your heart beat faster when he is around?

Tell me Sweetie! Is he better looking than me?
Or that he can share your feelings better?
Or is he just an excuse for your loneliness?
Does it feel as good as our old days?

And Sweetie! Does he too give his shoulders when you cry?
Or do you even have a need to cry with him around?
Are you yourself when you are with him?
And do you smile the same smile for him?

Tell me Sweetie! Have you found yourself a new guy?

The Tree, Grapes and Me

I saw the tree
The grapes were far
I didn't jump
I couldn't have reached
I declared them sour
Today, I ponder to myself
Why didn't I jump?
What if I could have reached?
Probably I would not have
But I didn't try
And therein lies the rub
I don't see the tree now
Grapes are gone along with the tree
Not everyone gets a second chance
Yet I fear finding the tree
More than I fear not finding it
If I jump and I don't get
The grapes will really turn sour
Imagination will turn into reality
Maybe I am running from the tree
Searching it may just be a pretext
I don't know
I am helpless
Why did I see the tree in the first place?