My Good Samaritan

You were always there,
Quite near somewhere-
But never too close.
You maintained the
Spatio-temporal equanamity,
That the discrete distance called for.
And sufficed too
For the silence in between.
Clarity had always been there,
Between you and me-
About what we want,
When and why.
But who we are-
Or who we had let ourselves become,
Were left merrily to mystery.
Neither asked, nor answered.
The present was all
That had mattered.
We sought to race unfazed against,
The winds of time.
As the days passed by us,
As a mild breeze.
Gentle soft-
As a baby's breath,
Filled our days,
As we laughed through the nights.
In a drunken haze-
Or maybe in a joyous stupour,
Floating, drifting along-
On a bed of ignorant bliss,
Aimless in a cloudy daze.
We had never felt the pinch.
As we sailed hrough all.
The Grapes of Wrath-
Sour, yet sweet-
And took it all,
With a pinch of salt.
We never felt the pangs pf reality,
As they should have jabbed us.
Stabbed us awake,
From all our rosy tainted dreams.
Maybe it was too late,
When we did-
At last.
But you'd never let go
Of your hand-
Guiding mine.
I will nevr know really ,
Who you are.
Now it doesn't even matter.
Just the whole fact,
That you were never afar,
When I needed you the most-
Is all that I require.
Let it be,
We say,
And move on.
Yes- we shall let them all be-
As they are-were-will be.
There's no hurry
To fight against the silken webs
Of your words.
I accept that too,
As a part of you,
Let te mismatched reality,
Be overlooked.
And let that be my decision,
As I too,
Need to find my way now,
Without you,
Yet not too far away,
From my Good Samaritan.
The joy of the good moments,
Can never be forgotten.
As I had spent the
Best part of me
With you two.
Somewhere,
Your presence-
Even in your absence-
Will always be treasured.

4 YEARS NOW

Its been 4 years now,
A long time-
No doubt.
Yet the brief period of unity,
Seems etched in both our beings.
No scar - the old days,
Rather one of the rarest
Chances to grow,
And re-grow.
Far- yet together.
You say-
In our search for each other,
We emerge stronger,
Everytime.
Time after time.
Yes- true-
But would this ever end?
Will the magicality of the known unknown
Ever cease to beckon?
Would it too fade away then?
Oneday-
Like so many things-
Like so many others?
You seek answers
To questions which are yours.
Rightfully so.
I still turn away-
From all that you hold dear.
My dreams are different.
Our paths are divergent.
I choose not to reduce,
All to one factor.
Still in my childish way-
Tend to keep them at bay.
All those haunting lines.
The hunted- the predator’s mind-
Shall never conquer.
Bliss belies belief.
Reality chars the ugly stains.
No cloudy smoke we drift in-
But a haze of disbelief.
A daze of denial.
Self-denial?
I negate.
And yet float on-
We do.
Much against the tide of times.
The pull of the current.
4 years stretch on.
Now that we’ve seen the long and short
Of it all.
Deep in our hearts,
We still rest assured-
Reassured immeasurably-
That the saga shall carry on.
The fairytale won’t ever unfold.
Green will still be for peace.
Brown its halo.

TIME

I waste time-
As you race against the seconds.
Checking your watch
Every now and then.
Praying for some extra minutes-
To write out your thoughts.
While I,
Use up all my extra hours,
To write out my idle wonderings.
I reflect-
Coz I have all the time in the world to-
On the past, present and future.
Laughing over my secret joy-
At the treasure that’s mine.
Always yearned for-
But which never
Had been,
Truly mine ever.
I ponder-
About the gift-
That your presence has brought
In my life.
At the strange calm,
That your touch
Has evoked in me.
As you reach out to me-
Even in your silence.
I look out of the window-
Coz I have the time to
Stop and stare.
And think about the many things-
That we must do.
While we are still young.
Yet- not so too.
You still rage your fight,
Againt the time machine.
As the beat of the seconds
Fly by for you.
Your time zone-
On a faster pace-
In contrast to mine-
Where time seems to stretch-
My idle mind-
To my smiling dreams.

INTERNSHIP PERIOD!!

The chair creaks loudly
In protest
As the weight shifts-
From one foot to the other.
The toes curled-
The tap on beat.
Pulsating minutes pass by.
Eyes watch the seconds pass
On the right corner of the LCD.
The AC air- of no use-
To cool the wasted fervor within.
The eyes stare out.
To the trafficked panorama.
Cars honk out loud.
Brakes screech by.
The flocks of the pedestrians,
Stream by-
A cow herd.
Colours of the many cars-
Whizz by-
Fast and the furious.
Angry voices- threaten over the phone.
Work work work-
The smell of it - everywhere.
The sound of it-
All around.
Keys being punched.
On the key board.
On the key pads.
Footsteps march on-
Close by-
Outside the cubicle box.
No one disturbs the strange silence
Amidst all the noise.
Indifference, curiosity,
Interest, initiative-
Liken my way.
Of this new world-
Soon to be home.