Angst

The absurdity of  thoughts
random,
abstract,
and vague.
It takes forever
to put them in order.

Angst grips my mind.
senseless,unknown fears
driving me to the brink

I wonder at times...
if hopes get home-delivered
fresh and warm,
unlike the love
that lay frosted,
in the cold storage
of  the heart

The audacity of my heart
that goes on craving
at the face of hopelessness
 not wanting to come to terms
with nothingness,
nothingness!!

Hope Took a Soar

  Long ago
he found a bird, wounded and crushed
a song , that once floated in the breeze,
found ,sadly hushed
 he picked up the little soul
mended its broken wing,
nursed it so tenderly,
and urged it to sing.

Time sped,
the bird limped beck to health
he knew it was time.
Very gently,he  coaxed her to soar
 and pushed  her in  the storm

She resisted,
whimpered a little,
but knew it was futile to stall;
shook her feathers,fluttered her wings
and prayed God to save her from fall.

The storm ,furious and menacing,
could not beat her spirit.
She knew he was around,
somewhere,praying on the ground
as he watched her fly;
his  brave,little one,
conquering the sky

His chest swelled with pride,
found a spring in his stride,
he knew she would emerge strong
A hope,a prayer,
 rested in his soul for long.

Nonchalance

Alright,
I will tuck my concerns under the layers of poise
 until,
you dig out some emotions under the piles of  nonchalance.


your ego amuses me now
 you spent all your energy
to build it so high
I will give it to you,
you are-
 extravagant

I  will take a pause
and let you  indulge
 in this feeling of  self importance

while you feed  your pride
I will feed the ducks.

The glass wall between us
let us see each other
without a conversation
muted or otherwise

I hear your silence
above the din
wonder how many doubts
bury deep within

I know a language
not different from yours
yet  you speak  some words
beyond me


You wear your indifference
with such an aplomb
I wonder ,if
It is homegrown,
or borrowed!

Rant and Rhetoric

You lay your cards
one by one
 perhaps,you like to strategise
I don't understand mind games
Naivete`- you decide
as you arrogantly summarise

You don't like what you find
I refuse to be customised
your words create a rant
and die.
I look for substance  

Time and again,
 you go  in your shell
lugging along a bag of monosyllables
and, 
your deadpan expression
I want to bang the pots and pans
just to dispel the silence

Very predictable,
I find  this
just like the result of
a rain-washed cricket match
which you pretend to watch
  with such seriousness

You look askance,
drumming your fingers on table,
 waiting for some reaction.
This time,
I refuse to oblige

Till Love Was The Reason

Till love was the reason,

I laid my bet on last fading hope

Till love was my belief,

I marveled at all my heart could hold.

When love was the reason

The heart suffered with a smile.

Even as the spirit crushed

All seemed to be fine.

 Love was the reason

And nothing could go wrong

The world was mine for asking

All for a song!

I try to find reasons now

To give love it’s due

The mind draws a blank

My heart is confused too

My spirit is quiet

The soul has lost its song

Till life is the reason

I have to pull along

Venus On His Planet

Traipsing about his mental realm
Sometimes angelic,sometimes wanton.
Not a moment's peace for him
In his reality and in his dream.

He tries to steer clear
From the God's creation called woman;
Mesmerised,but,by her aura
His resolution bites the dust

His mind governed by lust,
Or the heart led by reverence
Try with all his might,yet
Her presence cant escape his notice .

He may call her by any name
Her fire defies all his claims.
Smitten, and he's bowled out,
The maiden catches him in his game.

Ashen Silence

I look far, as far as my eyes can reach.
My eyes trailing your figure, fading in oblivion.


My heart refuses to go with you;
Crippled it feels, at your betrayal
You don’t want to look back
I don’t expect you to.


Your heart wants to come back too,
Only you hold it back. 
Desperation drives you ahead,
Propelled by your unrelenting head. 


What was build in ages,
I see going down in phases.
Ashen silence, white hot,
Searing through the deadly calm


Emptiness, so hollow,
That swallows the fiber of our needs.
Deadly, forlorn, vacant,
Like the dreaded abyss...

Crumbs.

Don't tempt me with your being

coming to me in bits

I dont need the crumbs

your quasi-magnanimity

I'd refuse even a king's feast

offered by a heart unwilling

My heart doesnt flutter

in your presence, my friend, anymore

the heartstrings snapped sometime,

not so long ago.

Your glance and mine

touch each other

without meeting once.

Neither you,

nor I,

lend any meaning

to the substance we create.

Your rhetoric meets my smirks

my sighs gets wasted on your quirks

Our emotions rendered obsolete.

do not help much

The good -old -ways now redundant

have left us in a lurch...