A Random Post

I see you there
as the sails catch winds and flee
farther and farther
now, just a speck in the sea.

Oh no, don't turn back
and I must not look up too
not look at the images
neither the sails, nor you.

For all I try to be otherwise
once in a while I do encounter thee
and wonder as it does every time
wonder why it affects me.

Its not the lack of answer
that troubles me though
but knowing the answer
knowing that it is so.

Today is one of those nights
as I face my ghosts
ghosts with faces and names
and so ends a random post.

False colours

Another sun goes down
As I lift my head to see
See as far as I can
See if you are to be

Like the curse of the mariner
The painted sky looks back at me
Still faces, still paces
as still as it could be

But I look on
as the efforts die down
and in the warmth of the embers
Quiet finds some ground

Hoping that you would come around
and work your magic on me
In the delightful flight of yours
lift me out of my misery

Just look at me and know
words, inadequate as they be,
what I have done to them
could you please do so to me?

Not too far gone
I snap myself back
Believing in a friend, an angel, a saviour
is just allowing myself unnecessary slack

Oh! The dreams, the colours and the flight
An unreal image in my head
The sun is dead; dark it is
all so well, I hit the bed!

Turn off the lights

Glory, fanfare all around
soaked in the festival of lights
sights and sounds, and smiles
Could it be any more bright?

I stand still and see
as the world passes by
spare me some space though
please dont ask me to fly

Let me just stand witness
watch the show from indoors
sky is your playground
let me please stay on the floor

Many smiles come my way
a familiar person they see
having held his fort for long
It has just gotten difficult to be

This is more convenient though
rather than break them the news
and then listen to the free flowing
advice, sympathy, help and views!

So I smile back at them
smile at being twins
smile as I hold fort
smile at the death of smile

As they meet me and leave
Good I say! I am sick of the bright
The last one leaving, do me a favour
On your way out, please turn off the lights!

A Vent

C'mon! Just gimme a break
Whats with all this thinking!
Aren't you too bored of yourself?
Are you even blinking?

No I don't wish to listen to you
Your world and images
And how its hasn't been
Your day in ages!

I want an inspiration
I want a happy song
To breakaway the drudgery
To happily sing along.

To be light and fly
To the clouds that I see
No more of words please
Or I may just flee!

So shut up and lemme find
The song that subtly plays
Its like me vs. myself here
Now don't make me slay!

Fun how crazy I can be
How words vent me out
A crazy ten min of writing
Just saved someone a few shouts!

Ok! Adios amigos
Go away and don't whine
Go and do your stuff
And let me do mine!

Different ways

Another one of the days
quiet and nice
as I make peace
with the external clutter
and the internal ice.

Been a while since
I simply whiled away time
no weights, no wedges
not yours, not mine.

Am I a failed inspiration
or is this just the way
we don't define the course
just our bets we play!

As the dust slowly settles
clearer and farther I see
not your bad nor mine
it so had to be.

If this were a journey
this is where it ends
another fork in the road
and we take our bends.

Dark and alien it seems
and for sometime it will be
with the hope of light and flight
different worlds we shall see.

So long my friend,
a special journey it has been
in physical we part
in spirit shall always be.

Taking chances

What is so special about the day
Merrily lost in thoughts I sway
Is it something good that was
Or has it gone the other way?

As I sit, smile and write
Quietly amidst the many faces
Doesn't quite matter which way it went
As long as it was well spent.

What good is to be done
How bad can it get
The whole point is to
Go out there and play your bet!

And so I have played mine
To the best I knew
And hence the smile
Of having seen it through.

As I retire for the day
Tomorrow is a new bet
A day at a time
Is the simplest it can get!

Impromptu

I feel the itch to write
for quite some time now
inspirations pass like thin clouds
the weather changes and how!

As I look outside
not be consumed by the self again
Give the thoughts some rest
No more equations of loss and gain.

As it builds up inside me
and I try to find a vent
Run, walk or just crawl
the feeling of being all so spent.

So I don't think now
what purpose has it served anyways
the plans, the images and the works
and reality's many ways!

No I don't want to word it
No I don't want to share
Words are an approximation at best
Why may you even care!

Yet in words I find my respite
Impromptu as they say
no more white boards and rough drafts
no more planning the way.

I feel the need to go
and to not take along
leave all that has been
and play to the flowing song.

All forms now collapse
I see no rhythm or rhyme
not even in these words I write
not even they are mine.

The Joker and the Joke

Hi ppl,

I was away on a bicycle trip to Konkan over the last week...It was more of therapy than holiday...taught me a lot of lessons...made me push harder and farther than I ever had...inpired me to write and I do plan to write about that...not today though...

This is something I wanted to write way back in college...but then dint...for watever reasons...but then something happened and my inspiration to write this piece was up again (although in a different form and spirit than I would have earlier written).


Sometime back it was
of this joker I knew
a pleasure to be with
such people, by Lord, are few!

Oh! The tricks and the talks
and the drama that freely flowed
a never ending repertoire
of striking colours and soothing mellows

The stage, the smile, and
the carefully put together lines
engaged the audiences, big and small
as I fondly remember the times

What a sight it was
to see the artist in play
as he set the tone and pace
and went about his ways

and then towards the end
the curtains drew, up rose the smoke
in the joy and merry of it all
merged the joker and the joke

As he quietly slid backstage
and removed the smile
we exchanged pleasantries
occasionally he feebly smiled

Often we walked home together
not much did he speak
that is how I knew him to be
uneventfully passed many weeks

Then one day he disappeared
no letter, no last word
none knew where he went
no more delightful evenings were had

The audience asked me
Where is he? Will he be back?
I knew they sorely missed him
and knew he won't be

Lucky as I have mostly been
I knew the man behind the smile
to not have been so,
would have missed him by a mile

Today, after a long time
I got a letter for him
a toast raised to the times
that he had been

I read, smiled and shelved it
didn't reply lest raise false hopes
smiled cause I knew
the joker and the joke.

Somewhere

Somewhere is another world
a world of infinite possibilities
of hopes and dreams and joy
far cry from this drab reality

I have have been away for too long
too long since I have even tried
I don't know where to look
grass on the other side looks just as dry

But I know it is out there
though I can't prove it to be so
something beyond ordinary it is
the divine energy that flows

There is no reason that I seek
for no explanations will suffice
just the quiet and acceptance
and a smile at the roll of the die

But let me not get carried away
in the dark and gloom of it all
this is about the spring of life
let me not delve any more into fall

For this is just time
and in it I shall pass through
block out the noise for a while
the old thoughts and the new

I shall just be for a while
away from the worldly cares
close my eyes and let it flow
I know it is around somewhere