END OF IT!!

THE END OF IT!
I shoot a prayer of gratitude,
Heaven wards.
As I see the internship,
Ticking along in its final hours.
A lot I had learnt,
In these 8 weeks

Of hard-work and grit.
Challenged to the end of
What I had seen as my limit.
Yet, thankful,
That the journey might stop now.
A little weary am I,
Of the daily pressure.
Looking forward to some leisure,
And a painless farewell.
As a I bid adieu,
To the only one,
My dreams lead me to think of.
Yet soon ,
A new life would commence.
Filled with more dreams-
A little matured now-
More of the ceaseless wonder.
I choose to retain my innocence still.
Not give way to the worldly wise ways,
That people seem to expect of me.
A new tag,
A new chip on the shoulder.
We are now the seniors.
We have a new identity in the campus.
The sheer thrill of beginning my
Final year ,
Buzzes in my brain.
My adrenaline rush over-pumped.
But my eyes,
Will always search for
That friendly familiar face,
That I hold so dear.
Coz that’s what makes me.
Through all that breaks me.
My happiness remains incomplete thus,
Till I am at one,
With my favourite face,
Always sought out,
In the crowd

THE BURDEN OF FREEDOM

Funny how we

Suddenly grew up,

In a matter of somedays,

To feel the steel of

The double-edged sword of Freedom.

Funny how the time inverted,

And the colours,

We had so lovingly adorned one with,

Turned into a pool of Black.

It all seems a twisted game-

The one we played so willingly,

With our eyes closed.

Were we so wrong?

Were we really destined for

A dead end?

Frayed emotions

Underlie a weary mind.

Waiting for an ignition,

To spark back

To Life.

My dreams are not

With a broken heart.

Though, clearly,

I can’t say,

That I don’t feel

A lil

Relieved and cheated.

Used and misunderstood.

Crying is not for me.

I’ve left my tears far behind.

In a road,

That I consider no longer mine.

Let the sham recede now.

I can no longer

Be patient any more.

Let us both pay heed to

The duality of existence.

And not drift aimless

Any more.

THE VISION OUTSIDE

Hungry eyes,

Gape outside,

The balcony

To the panorama below.

Angry mind.

Wants to leap outside,

And be cooled by

By the rain dewed breeze.

The smell of the wet earth,

Rises up.

Its fragrance-

Enthralling.

Thrilling-in its freshness.

Heralding,

To the cycle of nature,

That always restores all balance.

The smell of the wet earth,

Whets my hunger.

Quenches my thirst.

As I think of

My time outside,

Soon as 6 pm

Would be clocked.

The weather outside,

Re- invigourates me,

With a new zeal.

The greens of the trees,

Go swish-swish, outside.

The parched roads,

Soon wet and wild.

Dirty footsteps on the blackened cement,

Quiver in anticipation of

Withering by.

No dirt no more.

A feel of the clean

Settles anew.

Minds are joyous again,

As the crows swoop down,

Their black feathers flashing,

In the darkening sky.

The clouds overhead,

Grey in worry,

As they Rush and Collide,

To burst forth fast

And save their bladder.

Humanity chants silently,

A prayer of gratitude.

And spread their hands

To welcome the showers.

Love blossoms afresh,

As the pairs

Look into the well-known eyes,

To catch glimpses of

A childish innocence-

Never witnessed.

Hands are held in warmth,

As the passion simmers

Under the surface.

Its bubbling sound,

Only heard by the one,

Who is the other half,

Of the inverted right.

Cars honk by still,

But their screech-

A melody now.

As their beat,

Throbs with the rush of Life.

Long hair swinging by,

The girls run,

Their footfalls,

A rhythmic pattern

On the cooling ground.

Some holding hands,

As they  fight the traffic.

Some calling out to each other,

Their voices ringing,

With  the vibrancy of the hour.

Buoyant  spirits all around.

Happy souls.

Happy feet.

Cool air.

A sigh of relief.

DIFFERENT STROKES

I have never regarded you,

As anything than my  Supreme.

The ultimate one-

Who rises up-

Above- against- all.

Your simplicity remains your charm-

Which the passage of so many years-

 With its good, bad or ugly,

Could ever harm.

Somewhere distant,

Your smile still calls out to me-

To reach out,

Beyond my threshold,

To hold you close,

As my only link to reality.

Truth begets truth.

The old adage holds true.

The weight of it-

Reflected in our every step.

But does it become a burden too?

Can we flee from all negativity-

To the sunshine harbor,

Of our undiscovered dreams?

Maybe pessimism mars our foresight.

Maybe we are too scared to see afar.

Instead pay heed to our caution.

Is it right?

Or just a blasphemy?

This treason of reason?

As we live in self-denial?

Never for once had we wavered before.

But look at us now-

Like children we dog each other’s footfalls.

We fight, scream, curse and fight.

But to what end?

For what goal?

Where is the love,

I wonder-

All that we had promised each other?

Will our nascent hopes,

Be negated to a still-born stage?

Will they never see the light of the day-

Locked so deeply in our minds?

While our heart seems to speak

Some other language,

We choose not to understand.

Why let ourselves be blamed by folly?

Why indeed,

Shall we be victims of

A Fool’s Paradise?

Self-created- yes.

But not unwanted too.

Is it time now,

To awaken to the strings,

Of a different beat.

Where the colours painted

In our minds,

Seem to be always,

A shade darker than what we seek.

Is it because of foolish pride,

That fails to enthuse us to peruse,

With an aim.

Why do we close our eyes,

To the obvious.

Yet intentionally,

Be oblivious,

To all

That we leave behind-

Every time we fight.

Insatiable-

Fuelled on-

By our different strokes.

ROUND AND ROUND IN CIRCLES

We both always

Talk in circles.

A round-about way,

To round things up,

Our way.

We circle the issue,

Like predators,

Hunting for a catch.

A loophole,

To break down the composure.

We be alert,

To the slightest defect,

In speech, thoughts or actions,

That we mete out,

At each other.

Neither, truly playing,

From the heart.

Yet going through the motions

Of it all,

To let things

Roll on,

And fall in place.

Sarcasm drips freely,

In whatever we say-

Do or make do with.

We allow ourselves,

To feel the restraint.

To curb the freedom,

That we so naturally feel.

We do take a lot

For granted.

Yet, the cautious in us,

Makes us seek

Reassurance,

Every now and then.

A knowledge,

To let the mind be free,

The heart at peace.

So that the we can be

Always, what we choose to

Believe that we

Should be.

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.