Remains

Kept the mug with a thud,

Coffee brimmed,

Anger coated,

The circle of rim swinging,

Into ellipses,

Losing the edge of the ellipse,

With each swing…

And when finally,

The mug got emptied,

And taken away,

The dry remains on the table,

Of a once swung ellipse,

And emotion,

Of a spilled coffee,

And confusion,

Of a fallen flavour,

And frustration,

Remain,

Etched.

Some moments...(inspired by vtv)

Some moments freeze
Perhaps it’s the coldness of it.

Years later,
Its still a picture,
Painted on my cornea,
Pointed at a deeper sense,
Tainted with todays,
Hinted with you..

Some moments are stilled,
Perhaps it’s the ineptitude of the participants.

Years before,
When I walked off,
When you stood staring,
But for my footsteps
With just silence between us,
And a lot more.

Some moments are silent,
Perhaps it’s the unfathomable clamor.

Did u wait as usual,
For me to turn and look at you?
Or u knew I wouldn’t..
I will never know.

A Smile

A smile escapes,

my pursed lips.

When am alone,

And when am not,

When i talk,

And when i do not.

A smile escapes...

When i walk in rain

And when in heat,

When i walk in thought,

And when in just two feet.

A smile escapes...

When i laugh aloud,

Until tears shower,

When i cry out,

And laugh it over,

A smile escapes...

When I write,

And read it through,

When others read,

And mock or praise it anew,

A smile escapes…

When victory knocks

And I finish jumping around,

When it sinks in finally,

And I sit silence bound,

A smile escapes…

When I am defeated

Black and blue,

When gloom descends,

And life resides in a dark hue,

A smile escapes…

When all emotions exhaust,

Expressed to its possible best,

And yet the venting is incomplete,

And there is unsaid rest,

A smile escapes…

Cos the smile is me!

A Dark road

A dark road,

A solitary light at one end,

Where i begin from,

To walk,

And there i decide,

To stop when the road is dark again..


A long long path,

Everything beyond is dark,

Except where i stand,

One more step,

And i may stop,

But that ground below

Is less darker than beyond,

Though more than behind..

So where do i stop?

How dark is the darkness stop?


The light at the back

smiles at me,

Pushing me with its rays,

Allowing me to share its stretch,

The dark is illusion, it says,

As long as it is behind me..


Does the light know,

I lit it?

I Return Home

Six years, and i return home,

My sister's not home anymore,

Married, and packed,

The most important event of her life,

And the new life she brought to the world,

The times when she needed support, comfort..

The child that i knew her as,

Her child now walks,

Completed his first talks,

All with me not much a part of.

My friends are nt around anymore,

Each to their work place,

Many married,

All with so much to tell me,

So many times needing me,

Many an anticipations of reunion,

Many a laughter,

Many a cribbing,

Many a tears,

All with me not much a part of.

My mom's grown more greys,

Her daughter's wedding!

The turmoil she went through,

The loneliness that embraced her,

The defensive social network she formed,

Her new granny status,

Her long awaited promotion!

So much to tell me,

But all went,

With me not much a part of.

My dad is suddenly an old man,

So much to share with me,

The 'gradual' years of his ageing,

The growing job pressures,

The lack of his shock absorbers at home,

The absence of a reply when he routinely cals my name on enterin,

The change in his energy, his strength,

His new little friend,

The new person he is to him,

his beautiful birth,

All went

With me not much a part of.

The city i grew up in,

Am a stranger here,

And i gawk at every new street,

It mocks at my absence,

At my nascentness,

At my blankness,

At my surprises, my shocks,

At my ineptitude,

At my losses,

And above all, at my gains!

Cos In all the years of knowledge,

Am confident of just one thing,

That my mom's crocin is paracetamol!