GRAVE...

A small domain;
Yet able to contain;
The sleeping beauty in paradise;
In a diminished plane….
But may she once step in and forever stay;
I know it’s hard but sometimes life leaves you no other way…

Shouting, mourning, crying is what I don’t want;
May it all happen in a peaceful manner;
And I promise to return in the next new moon….

Many came, many gone;
I have witnessed them all;
Conquered the whole world with a swing;
But none of them had the potential to bespeak their destiny to cling;

I never discriminated anybody;
Be it a black or a white;
Because to me they are family and to the world they are just a body….

Now as you are here;
Never will I leave you alone;
Because nothing in this world can change the fact that you are no more known…

Don’t be heartbroken;
Someday you will have different world;
Even that day also I’ll miss you;
And that day also I’ll think you as mine;
And forever in my heart your name will shine…


But always I pray;
Never do you resemble the characteristics of grey;
I always wish to see smile on your face;
I always wish that you win every race;
May you live long and your place be the home of the free and the brave;
This remains as the only wish of mine as a GRAVE….

BATTLE WITH INSOMNIA.....

Dear god...
I fear I have no clue what I'm after;
The passing night in faded purple has brought nothing for me to cheer;
Tossing and turning restlessly in the bed;
Trying to blot out the memories seeping into my head;

I'm aware of the world moving around me;
And in my head its vehement outcry lingers as perpetual rue;

I know of no blanket that would comfort;
So enchanting, so deceiving;
That would accompany me to death;
With every dream I struggle for breath.

Never had I encountered such nightmares;
The sweats, the aches;
All I do is tremble;
All I do is shake.

With the constant movements during sleep;
My body temperature falls;
And I feel the words escaping my lips;
As if they run past my finger tips;

No control;
Finally rising from the bed with a sleepless break;
So cold;
And now all I can do is shake.

I’m swamped;
My shirt sticking to my skin;
In my efforts to have a sound sleep has made me a crank;
I’m so cold;
I know my dream has become old;
But what else can I do;
If I have only one dream;
And nothing in this world can make it true….

LOVE....

"I have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up every day;
To the sound of your breath on my neck,
The warmth of your lips on my cheek,
The touch of your fingers on my skin,
And the feel of your heart beating with mine;
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
With anyone other than you."

Though it’s just a wish of mine;
I know, this is not possible anymore;
But the feelings of love and togetherness will persist in this heart;
And you will be loved no matter what;
And everything will come around in time.

You have left me in the middle of the journey;
How could I walk lone??
I wish I could go to that world where you have gone;
I wish I could follow your footsteps that would accompany me to find you;
Though I know that never in this lifetime can I get you;

How can I take myself away from you?
I can’t compete, I can’t deny;
There is nothing that I didn’t try;
But now you lie cold and numb;
You are just a body to that insentient world;
But to me you were more than a girl;
You were the love of my life;
And I know I could never get you as the girl I wished to be my wife;

I lost you, but never lost the feeling of togetherness;
I loved you more than anybody;
But destiny betrayed me and life deceived you;
And you were not able to outlive the feelings of my heart;

I’ll always miss you my love;
The girl I always loved is no more in this world;
But I have stolen some sweet memories of yours;
And these would stay with me till the last breath of my life;

But every night I sit alone,
I remember the time which has gone;
The girl whom I loved with the best of my heart is no more;
But still I feel the same for you;
AND ALWAYS WONDER WHERE I WENT WRONG IN LOVING YOU…..

CONFUSED....

Swaying like a feather;
Dancing like a peacock;
Yet conscious about the edge that divides the malign and
the love;
Suddenly a white void, blindness, unseen misery kvetched
from behind;
Complaining about the mixed up world of torture and pain;
This has its curtain shielding the bed of emotions;
Which sings to me inside my hollow mind;

Moving ahead, these dreams plague me in my sleep;
The confusion still prevails;
Cursed, I wander in circles;
Dazed and confused to the extreme.
The numbness towards its action makes an extraterrestrial
impression in my mind;
Which shakes up the very foundation of belief that
inhabits in the soul.

The inadequacy of not able to help it clearly expressed
the frustration of the baffled;
But soon the frustration disappears;
After the encountered confusion makes way for an
unobserved yet hopeful path;
For a moment the deformed and derailed target seemed to
have a physical existence;
And the mind treated it with gentle reverence;
Though it never subsisted….

STRANGE DREAMS....

Day 1
Walking through the lines of destiny;
Reviewing the past days of failure;
Saw a girl midway that was worth a watch over;
Followed the pathway leading to her blandishing beauty, forgetting the idiotism involved.
Next moment when awake realized it was just another camouflage of mental imagery……..

Day 2
Running down the lane like a jock;
Chasing the dream I had always cherished;
This actually appeared physical to me;
But when caught hold of it, vanished without a trace;
Badgering me like a mischievous child making weird actions after it reappeared few paces away from me;

Day 3(the strangest)

Sitting on a bench with all my friends;
Felt someone patting on my back;
Turned around and saw it was a ghost wearing a Mack;
Shivering with fear all of us stood up;
Seeing our reaction the ghost also backed off;
Little later he started lamenting;
To which we thought it was his way of assaulting;
But he was crying for some other reason;
Which he never disclosed before us;
But his intensions never seemed alarming...

A BEGGAR'S DREAM...

Besides the road splitter he lay;
His head resting on a punctured sack, and his torn attire exposed his bosom;
Looking as calm as a child in dreamless slumber;
“He was laid to eternal sleep beside his own shadow”

Nothing he had except a bowl made of steel;
Truly a beggar, but not at heart;
Though treated as an alien, but his dreams and emotions were same as his affluent contemporary;

During his sleep, once again he saw his dark eyed queen;
Sitting restlessly near the window waiting for him;
His children had slept on the floor waiting;
Benumbed from the chaos of the outside world;
They looked like little angels of the faerie;

Returning back from work;
His wife embraced him into her arms;
Crying like a child yet scolding him for his tentative schedule;
Finally cursing herself for the mistake of bawling out;

Suddenly his dream broke and he found;
Nothing except darkness and poverty;
The queen was gone, so was his dream;
“And he realized that life could never be what one seems,
Life could never be what one seems….”

UNFORTUNATE PERSON...

From cradle to grave;
From bed to coffin;
Each and every moment of life had been a battle for him;

Sometimes fulfilling the expectations of his loved ones;
And sometimes sacrificing his dreams for the sake of others;
This in turn made him a mere woolgatherer;

As a child he sat near a pond with a hayfield behind;
Watching the fishes swim was like equanimity predefined;
The beauty of the whole field was so spell binding;
His heart thought, “How nature’s beauty could be so blandishing”;

When adult, he had inseminated lots of dreams in his mind;
But regrettably none of them were strong enough to fly;
As his dreams shattered, so did he;
But still he heard that vehement outcry of his dreams in his mental imagery.

And now he lies in the grave;
His grief so tongue less;
His body so cold and insentient;
Like all those whose life ended with a sad note.