grip

how longingness for happiness turns to fear
how one takes a look at the world from a window once where they dreamed of happiness
together.
togetherness.
a rain washed afternoon turns into a shower of memories that evening.
its still raining.
the sun peaked once.
as longingness cries in a corner, lightening consoles memories.
that home was ours. those moments are now frozen in time.
as one looks back and a tear unknowingly makes it way
happiness came on a platter. a platter that wrenched the heart at a time when there used to be so little time to appreciate it.
that road back home was the longest without-
that sharing was incomplete without-
that music was incomplete without-
everything was there and now nothing because-
today happiness is limited. limited to words.
words have escaped. and broken faith, belief, hope-
taken away an innocent smile.
roles begin to reverse.
one who was alone is no more.
one who was happy is no more.
this is the curse of friendship. friendship that was to stay.
expectation and desire crept its way around
prey if you like.
time seems to have taken a detour. detoured at a cost.
a cost that one cannot meet. at any cost.

A reply to "those lines"

Neither here nor there.
Nor naive yet no fault
Neither pinned yet plagued
A possibility that will negate
Eventually!
The labyrinths of the mind- all alike
neither factional nor separated.
Blood and bone of an entity
Far away from reality
Neither here nor there
a journey throughout despair
Eventually
Are you a mystery or just a mind game?
Will you reveal or deceive?
Eventually?
Neither friend nor foe
Ah! But what of hopes?
Eventually!

Jeans: An Apology

how did I not know
and how could I not tell.
Not near the end, far away from the beginning
crimson tears and a pale frame, what beauty is enraged.
Captured in a mistake, bound in a box.
A moment of despair and darkness of thought
Tears and tears and tears
No time at all
People wish to move on but want to remain so badly that they eventually do.
DO. Somehow.
Remains of dust and frost, stained in some jean- unknown
Tears of a rash move, and the regret stroked
Fangs of Cold and the claws of a loss- one that was not meant to be mine
Brightness of a falling star, and painful wish that came with it
Pinned against that jean- yet again unknown

(In)Significance

As I try through the looking glass
Nothing.
Colour and camouflage of the street
at a distance, flicker and flash
Alleys and lanes all lead to a beginning of another
Within the hustle and bustle
Existence.
Faces among crowds, paces around corners.
daily death frosted in the eyes of a gazer
A raunchy life chiseled into a lost smile
Shouts and call-outs brewed somehow-
Movement!
Structures of red brick and green windows
staring at humanity!
Cuisines of authenticity or ordinance
a gruel of a thousand lives in one-
Conglomerated!
Focus shifts from one association to the other
The shutter snaps through the truth largely ignored,
an image retrieved is that of a way to accept.
All of frames. Nothing but defeated.
Finger-paint and chocolate wrappers
Beetle spit and smiling hawkers
Collision! One of a kind.

Revealed.

To dust and back.

Iron birds wish to fly
Triangles of them fighting to stay alive
Across the coast.
Heaviest of lights unfolding under one breath
It will all come to a desolate end.
Now that they have disappeared.
A cruel time winter is
Time is stolen from us
Harsh and heaving on those beautiful wings
I stand here and stare at my last fragment of a dream
From rock piles and pebble paintings
I am once again frozen in scream.
Never heard.
From one place to another
From one sky to another
I search for what they call faith.
Assurance embraces me at a window
A silent whisper tells me to go on
An immovable spirit speaks.
Lingers on a while.
Mountains stand for what they believe in
A call to climb
Towards the light, inviting and inciting
The sunshine peeps behind a cloud
Tells me, “ Leave it all behind”
As faith throws open the window
“Let us go then You and I…When the evening is spread out against the sky”

Of Coffee and Us

So you understand.

As that lock of hair drops lazily on my face.

A little to the left maybe.

The thought to capture it in a frame

And you change your mind.
It's time to go. Time to carry on.
A melody springs through and remembrance is achieved.
I'm walking down.
Trying to go yet desperately wanting to stay.
This rain washed evening and the coffee shop remain.
Conversation.

Never Ending as always.
So we caught each other by the corner of our eyes.
Ah!. It has been that way.

All through!!.
And so I smile.
Yet I have no answer when you ask me why.
Someone got his edge back and is ready to win again.
I welcome him back.
After all no one heals faster than you.
Our good-byes are always so short.
Its always been that way.
Yet we know that there is something more which we could have said.
But we don't. Because we are not such people to do so.
And then I take a moment and tell myself
They spoil every love story by saying its gonna last forever

Prince of Red

One thousand eyes blink.
A crooked smile reflects, endlessly.
Distorted memories staring from the shards.
Pendulum.
Keeping the constant time.

He didn't cry for the races
it seemed before his time.
Once more the runs come afresh; prevailing.
He didn't cry for the placings
too far away to mind
He didn't cry for the princess
even thought he knew.."she could be mine!"
Laughter.
Once again.