Dewdrops

The dew drops

on the blades

of wintry grass

are not mere drops of water

Its

the gift of the night

the glory of the dawn

the onset of

yet another day

Crestfallen

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Rainbows vanished

mighty tides ebbed

You are gone too

without any last words

Thoughts mar my soul

Silence mocks at my visage

Darkness looms

though dusk is yet to fall

I question the reality

as I seek the truth

I doubt my choices

I chase your voices

Am I bamboozled

For my blokeish ways

For the bore that I am

or the idiocy of a dimwit

I vent my thoughts

I squeeze out my words

I barter my emotions

For a piece of poem

Save me my plight

Show up to my  delight

Lest some hard lines flow

As I lay crestfallen

sans You

I am still the rainbow
sans the hues

I am still the food
sans the taste

I am still the night
sans its darkness

I am still the day
sans its glory

I am still the stars
sans its twinkle

I am still the moon
sans its eclipse

I am still the sun
sans its radiance

I am still the bird
 sans its chirps

I am still the song
sans the melodies

I am still me
sans YOU

Sweet nothings

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I have been
glued to my sofa
for hours on end now
my eyes weary
still gazes at the screen
my fingers numb
pecks the letters
I dillydally
I  murmur
my  sweet nothings

albeit
distanced by realities
and dissociated by veils
I have known you
understood you
felt you near
and felt your feelings too
seen your happiness
and your smiles
even your  wrath at times
the vastness of your thoughts
the verbosity of your expression
the verity of your affections
the warmth of your heart
and the depth of your love
all through your  words
that transports me
to some unknown realms
of  magical dreams
Shall I call it
a paradise of love?

Good night

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Suddenly
you declared
in the midst of our tete a tete
that you needed
to retire for the night
and you bade me
good night

I wished that you stayed
a little longer
that we prolonged
we nattered
and whispered
our  sweet nothings
for some more time
but you have errands to run
and tasks to be done
you had to rise early
I could not ask you to stay
I bid you good night
though
my heart was unwilling

Sleep eludes me now
thoughts keep me awake
the night is still young
and I am all alone
the songs carry on
I stare
dejectedly
into the dark night
darkness engulfs me
un-invitingly
my thoughts wander
my life is paused
have I lost the moment?

Never mind
i comfort myself
I will look ahead
for a better tomorrow
to relive our sweet nothings
I say my prayers
I lie down
close my eyes
my thoughts  still wander
I count the sheep
I toss and turn
and
zzz...

Museless musings

No ponderings off late
Life is quite slow in its gait

No hues I see in the rainbow
Life is sans its aesthetic  glow

No charm I behold  in the heavenly realms
Nor grandeur in the gentle rippling streams

No meanings in the twists of the life’s tale
Nor serenity in the soft blowing gale

No blend of lyrical chords to sing
No flights of fantasy on its wing

No melody in the nightingale’s song
No making out what is right and wrong

No thoughts can I weave into verse
Huh, the burden of these muse less curse

My inner musings are dolefully down
My mood mutated from frolic to frown

Huh, is the poet within  me dead?
Have we our goodbyes aptly said?

Broken dreams

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Cigarette buds

empty bottles of booze

and broken dreams lie strewn

Here, there, everywhere

Like the fallen wintry leaves

Discarded, forgotten forever

Why hit the bottle?

Why puff away the life?

Why tune some unsung songs?

I don’t know, I own no riposte

I was customized to life’s proclivities

even before realization dawned on me

Lending ears to the fading songs of a wind chime

I chased the rainbows in a mirage

Never realizing that peace was a fugitive indeed

I fell in love with a silhouette on the horizon

I nurtured these fragile oblivious dreams

only to let it slither, only to let it fall apart

In poetic mood again

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I have bid the summer goodbye.

Winter is now whispering in sight.

I wish the winter to retire soon,

Its parting shall herald the harbinger

of a joyous union and togetherness,

for which I have the longing.

This quest must cruise to a halt.

I am getting tired,

traversing the sands of time

with a steady gait of life,

along the  slippery path,

a tribute of turmoil

of a distant onward march

of physical hardship and toil,

that often my aging bones fail,

yet I do not yield to failure.

With hopes within I struggle.

I expect the unexpected.

In the worst, I find my strength.

I advance,
with you in my heart.

I am fighting the nightmare of loneliness.

I am drowning in a sea of thoughts,

of sweet memories of togetherness.

and the reservations

of the trivial misgivings,

rises in pensive verse.

I am in my poetic mood again

and I see you in my poem.

Amidst all the complexities;

I have realized the reality.

Life is indeed a bittersweet journey.

and I often sing the blues,

but my anxieties remain,

to see life's youthful hue.

The silver lining in every cloud.

that time would run its course,

that one day I would have lived all days,

through thick and thin,

It would be the day then,

the day I would have waited for,

the day you would have waited too.

A day of homecoming

to be with you.

Till then,

with pensive thoughts to cherish,

 in poetic moods I remain.

A stranger amongst the strangers

in a place stranger than ever.

Smile cuts

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 The twists and the turns

of the soft tender lips,

glossed in subtle shades of pink,

in  gentle mesmerizing curves,

shaped to a sheepish  grin,

in glorified feminine hues

is so bewitchingly cast;

The seraphic dimples swaying

the charming cherubic cheek;

and the ruby eyes shying away,

at my agape bewildered  gaze;

makes my heart flutter.

Ah! My heart thumps,

in an unusual enchanted bliss.

I am spellbound,

unable to comprehend,

the depth of your smile.

for I cannot interpret

the language of the lips.

Oh heavens!

Do not smile please,

It's cutting my delicate heart

Midterm mood

The midterm mood has started to set in

I am beginning to see life in things again

Days, I had kept a count on my fingers tips,

Nights, I have been dreaming of my ever sweet home.

The countdown finally brings solace to my heart

The steps taken till here, I shall for once retrace

To see within a fortnight my sweet home again.

The shackles of the training shall be removed then,

albeit only for a month.

No early risings then, no classes of physical toils to make

No duplex transactions amongst friends to give and take;

No rush over the choice of boiled eggs to make;

No good and bad moods of friends to see.

I shall get to live the life I like to live,

a month in recess, I shall drink it to the lees.

My failing body will get some rest at last,

The frustration and the cynicism shall soon fade fast,

Though my down sized belly might its size regain

Though the stamina regained might be lost again

and back to the square I might have to bargain

Yet I shall still remain a happier man,

For home shall always a home remain.

Wind chime

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The wind chimes tinkled

moved by the gentle breeze

ringing out musical notes

in orchestration

sweet songs in the air

profound, pleasing and gentle

soothing to this ears

The wind chimes bleat

the sweetness of memories

humbled hopes of happiness

new dimensions in dreams

prosperity in thoughts

my being enhanced

even my shadows glare

but the breeze blows past

moves the chimes to a halt

songs end, music dies down

melody fades into darkness

happiness to oblivion

only the memories remain

ah! will it die down too?

Forsaken fool

As I was trailing

down the life’s lane

I caught up

with

this lass

also making the journey

and we trailed along

together

The journey

turned interesting

my heart sang

unusually

my steps much lighter

this time

I was afloat

and I realized it was

her company

that was making

my walking

easy

I thanked my stars

for the company

and wished

she was just as happy

making the journey

with me

and as I trailed along
further

down my life’s

unwinding journey

in her company

I asked her

for her friendship as well

and…

Did I ask for anything more?

Did she mean it anything less?

Ah, some questions need no answers

We have parted our ways

and I am carrying on

all alone
a forsaken fool

Kudi Punjab Di

The bugle tolled the end of a yet another day

and hostel bound as I was winding up my way,

lost in dismal thoughts long gone astray

My tired eyes did not fail to see

A soni kudi Punjab di* when crossed by me

With a friend and engaged in a talk,

Perhaps she was out for an evening walk.

So much grandeur and beauty even in her stalk

Joy and laughter, much had her youthful face to show

While not a tint of sorrow could be seen on her brow

Oh! how much I yearned to walk up to her

and introduce myself and start a friendship dear

But alas, the courage within me could not be found

As my cowardice simply kept me bound

While she not caring even to throw a look around

carried on unawares with her usual round.

The passing opportunity I could not catch

But  I have her face to remember and the smile to match

I watched and watched and still watched some more

Long after my sight could catch her no more.

* Beautiful girl of Pujab
 

The crossed path

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Here I am in a distant faraway place.

a vagabond by nature and without a saving grace

and this girl i meet gives me a hidden glance,

and I am left to understand this sheer chance.

Her grandpa tells me that she is married,

so said her mother and her sisters too,

but she insists on that she was never married,

and I do not understand what is actually true.

I feel her white haired grandpa will never lie,

her mother and sisters too will not lie by and by.

Then why is it that she fervently lies,

oh, it's hard to understand those silent sighs.

I wonder if she is just joking with me.

or that she is simply mocking at me.

Is it that she is just flirting with me.

or is it that she is indirectly wooing me.

Her youthful face to me seems somehow cute,

and her speech when she talks is almost mute.

Her shying away smile is worth its plight,

for it has disturbed this heart's peace of delight.

My friends are taking chances to woo her,

and I too can't help stealing certain glances at her.

While it's true that opposite poles attract each other:

I only wish that my delicate heart would not falter.

I asked her that if she would go with me,

Her reply was affirmative with utmost glee,

I wish she would know that she is so young,

and that to someone else, I already belong.

Friendship under facade

Two individuals

wearing different facades,

of veiled identities

stumbled upon each other

one day,

somewhere

along life’s winding journey

through the sands of time

and  started a friendship

over a brief acquaintance,

in charmed  anonymity.

Unknown each to the other

Total strangers were they,

Known only by the guise,

They sailed along.

Never to be thawed by reasons

Nor be vexed by seasons,

Their friendship soared

in amiable curiosity

and pleasant serenity,

Their persona sacrificed

for friendship under the façade.

Treasuring sweetness beneath the veils,

They cherished knowing the unknown,

They despised removing their veils

for should the veil be removed

The façade would disappear

into the bitter woes of reality

and reality can be hurtful at times.

Life is a memory

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Life is all memory

set amidst

the complexities

of time

except

for the brief moment

at hand

and that too

escaping into the past

slowly,

unnoticed

in gradual leaps,

to be

the

memories of tomorrow.

Monsoon musing

   The beats of downpour

with rhythm of the winds

tuned to rustling leaves

and swollen roaring rivers

amidst thunder and lightening

and the majestic hues of a rainbow

echoes to the clouds

eternal songs of harmony

of nature in abundance

and of melodies

that remains

unchained