The torrent of thoughts
Washes away the stagnant me,
Poised to be someone worthy
Darkened dreams flounder thy mind.
Moonlight fades with the time
So does the thoughts of mine
Which seems to have its own mind
Which I can’t control, try to be fine.
Inside me is a turmoil,
Yet I keep that smile
I am being hypocritic,
Yet I don’t mind!
Source of smile n laughter
Vanishing slowly into ether
Walking into unknown and some more thereafter
Life has taught me to be an actor…
Smile when down
Laugh when you should frown
Imagine there’s always a crown
No matter what, try to be a clown…
I see a dream
Only to see it fall back.
On the verge of being a reality
It just seemed to fade away
Like a blurred scene.
Dark have been the dreams
With reverberating hopes.
Daemons walk the memories
Should I embrace them?
Should I be happy?
What am I?
An educated fool?
The moon hides behind the dark clouds
Like a bride behind the veil
To shine it’s light
Over the darkened sky.
Whisp of breeze blows
And out comes the moon
As beautiful as morning
In the moonlight, I stood bathed.
Company of stars abound
They play all night, yet no sound
For us to sleep tight,
Cuz in our dreams, everything’s all right.
I lie silent between the sheets
Dried and lifeless
Once used to the humming of bees,
Now still with a faded essence
Blossoming once to the morning breeze
Dead in the company of pages
Connecting the hearts with such an ease
Through ages n ages.
To spread peace and love all around
And remember those bygone
That’s the duty to which I am bound
My petals sometimes torn
Over the tears, and I don’t make a sound
Companion in the times of scorn
I am a red rose
And with love, I will throng…
I lie wordless
While the thoughts uproar
I sit motionless
While there’s so much commotion
I stand alone
While your hallucination appears
I walk wayward
While the stars light the path
I lie tired
Because your thoughts are always
The ability to write (and not type) is I believe an art, art that has been perfected for years and now passed onto us, just like any other tradition. In the digital age, this art is slowly losing its inheritance and worth. The fountain pen used to be epitome of writing skill, with the perfect cursive handwriting gathering applause and applauds. This art is rare to find nowadays. I recall one particular incident, though there would have been many I believe. Once I took a letter my dad wrote to get it xeroxed. The shopkeeper was awestruck to see the beautiful handwriting, and he confesses that he had never seen a Hindi handwriting as beautiful as this one. Maybe I got it from my dad, but I try to write as much as I can. I won’t lie, but this typing has got it’s claw on me too, and I use Evernote to “type” my thoughts, but I also try to write them down. There are only a few letters, but when used gracefully, they form the most beautiful images. Typed stuff seems so drudging, monotonous ; whereas with the handwritten article, there seems to be a feeling attached, a personalized appeal to it. The feeling is fulfilling, after a long tryst with pen and paper, the thought is etched permanently.
In the hopes and dreams
And all the anticipating thoughts
The moment will finally arrive
When the moon will shine and stars blink
Time will be lost somewhere
And I will see you standing there…
Thinking what to do now
Hug you, hold you or just walk beside you,
In the cacophony of thoughts
I will hear a soulful music of your voice
Will my heart dance to that tune
Or will it cherish your presence there?
Your voice helps me guide,
Bad dreams or rough night
In sickness or when I’m all right
When it’s cloudy or whether it’s shining bright
I know I will be alright
And when our dreams unite
Sparks fly and nights ignite
And together we will fly a kite
I see you, and I heave in sight
Maybe we will run through meadow bright
Holding each others hand tight
Settle down in a city of light
Because with you, life is never black and white.
Come and take me home,
I have been tired enough.
Come and show me the way,
I have been lost enough.
Just come around,
Please come around.
Come and sing me a song,
I have been away enough.
Come and let sleep befall,
I have been awake enough.
Just come around,
Please come around.