Maturity

Many words are unuttered

Many feelings are unexpressed

Many moods have been ignored

Many things are just silent

 

Many sleepless nights have passed

Many thoughts have been subdued

Many dreams have been compromised

Many tear drops have escaped the eyes

 

A space is outside & a space is inside

With muted sobs, the heart cries

Is this your fate, my dear life?

Maturity dawns & many good things die.

Lost Something

Changing priorities, fast running lives

Small responsibilities, lost something

It was too great while we waited

For the weekends to come, to be together

There was something to look forward to

An excitement to behold.

Why are we under the same roof

And yet so many miles apart

We talk lesser than we used to

We are lost in different worlds,

I wish I could go back to those days

And rejuvenate our friendship again.

What if you haven’t told me a few personal things

And I have always had the complain

But at least I would have those talking hours

And that something would have not lost ever

While none of us is at fault

It’s just that the world has changed…

Mountain Queen

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I am a mesmerizing and awe-inspiring beauty

Draped in the clothes of clouds and fog

Sitting atop the vast and deep valleys

Watching hundreds of travellers and tourists coming to me

I am a proud beauty

Who never leave this high garden

Travellers may come and travellers may go

But I go on forever and ever

 

When travellers come, they flirt with me

And I enjoy this frolicking and ogling

They try to get high on my beauty

And I let them be,

I enjoy their presence here

The way they look at me with their jaw dropped

The way their heart skips numerous beats

Once,they look at my form

I know that the twinkle in their eyes

And the happiness in their heart

Is because of me and only me

Some of them even cry happily

And I touch their soft tears

With my nimble fingers

Sometimes, I also welcome their tears

With a soft pouring drizzle

I reveal my beauty to them

I reveal it in all the colours

At times covered in golden hue

At other times, draped in running clouds

I welcome them with open arms

I let them slip through me

And kiss me wherever they like

Feel me, and my beauty with lulled senses

They cannot see the valley beneath

Nor they can see in front or beside

Yet when my cloudy touch foreplays with them

They are aroused deep

When my scent undulates around their noses

They indeed get high on me

They are tied and they are cold

They are lost to their very soul

Such is my great charm

That gives them eternal pleasure

A memory that they will always cherish

Wherever they go and whomever they meet

No matter, how old or young

The travellers would be

How many beauties they may have bedded

The drink that will touch their lips from my goblet

Would be the best drug they had ever had

Some of them will come back to me

To relive these moments again and again

And every time they will come

I will welcome them in the same way

They will come and they will go

I and beauty will go on forever

Years and ages will pass

And yet the travellers

Who would walk through my curves & edges

Would still get happy high on me

 

When tourists come to me

They seldom have time to flirt and spend time

They just rush to my length

Try to cover all of me

As if I am a whore for whom

They have paid lavishly

They do cover all of me

But they never get the taste of my beauty

They get bored in a while

And they never come back to be soothed

They try other places and then another

But they never find peace and that drug

That will give them the eternal bliss,

I pity them and I don’t care much for the lot

They will keep hunting like mad hunters

And none can help their soul…

 

I am the beautiful mountain queen

Who welcomes everyone who comes to me

I create beautiful memories for them

And I go on creating more of it

Nah, I don’t have time to cherish any of it

Yet the travellers cherish all of it

And tourists cherish none of it…

 

A friend

Arrogant, angry young man

This was his sham!!

He stormed into the things

As if he was Mr. Perfectionist!
The feeling was mutual

We did not like each other

He was annoying

And I was snobbish
Then, there came a time

When we broke the ice

And then, we realised

Our opinions were not wise
Behind that sham, there was

A soft hearted man

Who was just keen and curious

And there was nothing else!!
A friendship began like this

And it was good to go

He is a very good man

And I hope, I am not that bad too!!

When you are Angry

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When you lie on the other side of bed
With your back turned towards me
When you do not say a word nor look at me
My heart longs to hold your tender waist
And ask you to put your head on my shoulder
So that I can hug you tight and kiss you on cheek
So that I can smell your hair and feel your breaths
So that this can be yet another night together
But none of this would happen tonight
For your anger would not give way to my love.

When you lie still with your back turned towards me
I know that you are not sleeping either
But thinking of me with your eyes open
Weighing our good memories and bad memories
Wishing that I would not have made this mistake
Or you would not have found about it
You lie still but I know your eyes are wet
And you are equally longing for me
Wondering why this can’t be yet another night together
But your anger would not give way to your love

This is an extremely unfair and complicated world
Where happy moments fly away easily
And sadness lingers with us for a very long time
Where all the good deeds and merry memories
Are shadowed by one bad deed or mistake
Where trust takes years to develop and seconds to break
Where…
Where anger does not give way to love
And lovers of life suffer and separate

Amazing Creatures

tree-at-dusk

In their peaceful world, under the sanguine sky
They beautifully stand still, bidding Adieu to the sinking sun
They have their heads bowed, in a manner of praying
In a manner of submission before the magnificence of nature
They are done with last minutes talks and it was time to sleep
To bring oneself in the harmony with nature
For it is important for them to harmonise with it
As they are the disciplinaries, who run the world
They have neither pride nor restrictions
They only have their own dedications
They never turn rebellious onto those who don’t follow
They are amazing creatures, they are the ancestral
They are the future, they are called trees!!!

Trivial Things

Spending days, spending nights
Doing this, doing Thai
An illusion of controlling things
Things that are trivial, indeed

Planning for friend’s birthday
Handling a not so good boss
Making all the ends meet
The day is spent in all this

Things that are important to us only
Things that do not matter really
Things that are just things
Things on which we spent time

A routine had taken its place
Rooted itself firmly in our lives
While we boast about uniqueness
We are trapped in circle of routine

There is a great desire in heart
To achieve greatness in life
And here we are, trapped!
Amidst paradox of trivial things

Trivial things, unimportant things
Important for us, dear to us
Shackles of life and routine
This is how the life is spent