Older and Younger

They had grown a little older
And a little younger.
The pair as they had trudged through
These years together.
With eyes set on the horizon,
A prayer on lips,
And hope emblazoning their way ahead.
He held her hand firmly,
His iron grip tight.
To let go was to die,
As she kept weaving
In and out of the
Simple but similar reasons
To die for.
He pulled her closer,
His breath filling her lungs,
When she gasped with the magnitude of it all-
As reality faded and dreams overwhelmed.
When the clouds departed,
Leaving a sunny road yonder,
All the pair of them could do
Was to sit and wonder.
At the impact and implications,
The implicit intonations-
Of someone's lost hopes
And the other's regained trust in magic.  

That moment

There they lay entwined
His head on her heart-
Their breaths in sync -
Soft - against the silence of the room.
She sat upright,
Holding him,
With her gentle hands.
Caressing his head,
Hoping to pattern his dreams,
Of that moment.
He surrendered.
To the peace of that moment -
Let go of all the constraints,
That his heart had held -
Against the ideologies,
Of the many ways of life.
Together, they made a unit -
In each other they found solace -
A space of time,
Where silence seemed a blessing.
Was this what they called as Love?
What they both felt, unarmored,
At that moment?

Pointless!

I thought about writing about
My own lack of writing in nowadays.
No more diary-like life for me-
The basic pointlessness of life itself,
A mockery.
The zest for living
Has deserted me long back.
Now I only wait to surrender,
And seek peace.
Life in this earth feels heavier
Everyday.
Carrying on the charade
Of existence,
A double-edged sword.
There is no cause,
Nor any reason to smile.
All seem frozen -
Buried deep inside.
No urge to write too hence -
What's the point anyway?

At the bar!

Hazel eyes burned back

As both stood in the crowded staircase –

The brown curious ones stared back-

Surprised at the halt. 

The thin fingers of a known grip

Fought hard against the pulsating moment –

“Do we look old? “ the voice whispered. 

The softness of tone –

A jar against time.

Both minds raced back

To the well beaten,

Mostly disparate paths

Of the last decade left by. 

One felt the weight of the world

Burdened on his scrawny shoulders.

The other walked on-

A spring in the step

And a smile light on her lips. 

The moment revealed the evolution -

Of their beings and souls.

 No more kids were they anymore -

Eyes candied against the world-

But adults charting a new chapter.

 For one, contentment seemed ablaze-

On her face -  

She thought back to the man with broad shoulders-

Who had made her world complete.

 For the other one, 

The night seemed to lose out its mirth -

As the grey clouds descended with questions -

Of life and existence

,Along his solitary road. 

Poppy !

In her Daddy's arms she walked,

Like the autumn breeze on thirsty shores.

Time stood still as my heart thumped-

Of a sudden known feeling long suffused.

It was -

Love at first sight?

The big eyes looked around,

Scared and wondrous-

Silently and broodingly she surveyed,

The sunny pad- 

Then crept on to her Daddy's lap,

Not able to articulate all that engulfed

Her little heart.

Her baby fingers gripped the known-

But firmly ignoring the touch of the unknown.

Daddy seemed her biggest shelter,

The only friend she could turn to.

Watching her,

My heart swelled with all that

Joy can shade!

Was it possible,

My mind echoed as it reeled-

This odd deja-vu?

Dear Poppy soon found her feet,

And took her fearless 3 feet self,
All around the Sunny flat.

She found the big yellow dog with floppy ears,

In that moment,

I further found conviction-

Of who she was and who I was too!

She asked with her soulful eyes-

Looming large in ponderance,

Illumined by her imaginings-

"Is the doggy sleeping?"

I knew then,

About the heart of gold,

This little angel had.

And she looked on at me-

Courage ringing her intrigued eyes,

She slowly let her guards down-

As she knew, that she could connect too!

Poppy is the Queen of Hearts-

She reigned supreme always.

Her sunny smile had always tugged my heartstrings-

In this life too-

She's no less a miracle.

My little bundle of joy-

Born to people who do not

Seem to see her -

Little Poppy, has miles to go,

And she would-

Her eyes 

Reflecting her soul!

Sade

Age softened eyes,

Now look mellow-

Retrospective in fond memories.

Tinkering laughter,

Love filled moments,

Or, the bitter words exchanged -

All now bring a slow smile,

To set the face aglow.

The typing keys had been left untouched-

The miss of their music the biggest null-

Happiness seemed a distant goal,

Sometimes within reach, sometimes away-

Mocking as you lay cold.

The omniscient eyes now-

A little older,

Lie on the browned grass

And stare upwards- heavenwards.

Watching white clouds drawing trails,

As they trace their own whispery paths-

Casting grey shadows in the azure.

The clouds differ in forms and shapes-

Much like the memories that the 

Mind now encapsulates.

You stretch your hand,

The fingers tracing the cloud patterns-

As the mind stays hushed- reflective and somber.

Sade - let the memoirs rain down 

On the tired mind.

Cleanse and renew soul spirit.

Let the rain give new strength,

And set afloat fresh dreams.

Sade - the sound of a new beginning?

An old pair of Jeans

We stood there,
Leaning against the rusted rail.
Watching the blend of day and night-
With stars slowly coming to life,
Shining bright.
We watched the purple horizon-
Comforted by the passive fire,
Of our presence.
Like an old pair of Jeans,
We were, I thought.
Seen so much -
But known too little?
Since childhood, we'd been,
Enamored by the concept
Of Soul-mates.
Perhaps that did even exist;
And perhaps that's what we were- or not!
What was it between us,
That drew us together,
Like glue or gloves?
Something indefinable,
Yet very complete.
A miracle or a mirror, art thou?
Whatever be it, your shadow,
Leaves me resplendent and replete.
I traversed your gaze,
Across the green meadows,
That stretched for miles-
Sketching out the eons between us.
So much have those eyes witnessed,
Yet have never lost their sheen!
It soon became a little chilly,
I wrapped my stole tighter around me.
You must've noted the murmur,
As you drew me closer to your strength.
And there we remained,
Together.
Lost in the magicality of the moment.