Old friends

We met after almost a year,
Old friends grown older-
Time seemed to move companionably
Along the stretches of silence and sound.
I looked at you,
White hair and wrinkles searched your eyes,
I wondered then,
Could you see through me-
To the old scars that lay buried
In their silent scream?
Mayhaps, we require no words to express
Or fathom -
The present and past
While future remains a question.
I saw you too,
A fiery Phoenix,
Lying low, waiting to dance.
I thought as talked glibly,
How gullible we have become as adults.
Could we reverse time,
To when we felt smarter dreaming
Of infinite possibilities.
I reflected too,
On my own imagery.
Fighting hard to preserve
The last vestiges of 'youth'
With a burgeoning waist time.
I felt none of the fun,
Others may have at this time -
Having the time of their lives.
You did say I looked unhappy,
Age showed.
I would concur too.
Too many idle moments
And wasted lights.

Silence

Silence, is a space
Lost in time.
A terrain marked
For just one's self.
No emotions,
That words spill -
No edge,
Which any life deals.
Just a feeling of
Being one and whole,
Special too maybe-
In the flow.
Silence, is harmony-
Where no will defies the wheels,
And there is no
Cacophony.
No give and take,
Of what one doesn't have -
No backward glance,
To what one left behind -
Only soft soulful
Symphony;
One breath after another.
One heartbeat after the other.
Silence, is a selfish zone-
To be lost and never found.
To be there,
But not around.
To be at one,
Yet quite done-
And no one to judge
Or stop you.
As you go your way,
Being silent.

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!