Bon voyage

Walk the paths I have trodden

I have tested it only for you

Tread on the paths with softened care

Roses and thorns lie strewn everywhere

Fear not to tread on the impaling thorns

Nor be happy to step on the tempting roses

Learn to stride all paths just the same

Indifferent to happiness and sadness

Be not fatigued by the voyage run

Nor be weary of the steps yet ahead

Cherish the life’s race in humble stride

And look back in candid thankfulness

For its just once to run the life’s race

With the choice of two roads to take

Do not falter in the choices you make

You cannot undo the journey done

Grapple the storms mired to stall your way

Stand up to temptations leading you astray

Tread on with the eloquence of a flowing river

for the cherry blossoms of the happy ending sail

The reflections of your emblazoned dreams

shall render me the endless reasons to smile

to grace your footprints in the sands of time

Bon voyage, my sons, may you tread on my dreams well

The unsung melody

colour-pencils.deviantart.com I met your friend the other day She reminded me about us all the way She had so much about you to say So much about my letters making your everyday And the cherished moments of yesterday When there was  happiness in every way But somehow, somewhere along the way Your faith and mine too started to sway and our relationship somehow gave its way and we drifted apart and sailed faraway Now often when on my couch I lay It strikes me if I could once again replay those wonderful moments of yesterday and make it happen yet another  day But alas! what remains there for me to say You have yours and I have found my way and together we cannot bind our stay No matter how much i might pray There never will come that day You have your family you can't betray and I've my love, I can't go astray Love is a game for two to play but undestined, Destiny just took it away yet while it lasted, it was good any way

Alone again

She came

as promised

she called

as she stood

at the gate

inviting me

into her arms

I showed myself

but

from a distance

She signaled

an invitation

But I couldn’t go

She stood there

perplexed

unable to understand me

and my intentions

for my calling

and the failing

I waved her a bye

and left her

standing still

and now I am

all alone

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The last song

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I was flying

in the clouds,

adrift

directionless

off track

a lost soul

in the vast eternity

fighting

the sturdy winds

trying to tear  me down

my frail wounded  wings

craving

for a hearth  to perch

I was almost falling

when you came forth

with an open heart

extending  your arms

You took me in

I nested

I rested

I felt warm

you nursed

my wounded wings

suckled me

back to health again

and
I reclaimed myself

I have regained my health now

I can sing my songs anew

I must go now

I must return

to the clouds

on the yonder horizon

to be flying again

high and low

though

the unfriendly clouds

may cast me away

the winds may

tear me down again

yet I must

set forth my flight

For I do not belong here

This is not my place

My place is elsewhere

I hope you understand

whimsicalities

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I sat next to you

in the meadow

in  the winters  sun

basking in your company

was so much fun

occasionally peering

into your mind

reading your thoughts

I analyzed your words

between the lines

for the depth of reasons

of some far fetched

distant dreams

and I get caught

unawares

in the coils of your

whimsicalities

and my head spins

needlessly 

Blowing bubbles

I regaled

running about

in joyful madness

for the pleasure

of blowing bubbles

oblivious

of the acquaintance

crumbling

noiselessly down

the naked  truth

mocks

at my countenance

huh!

mysterious are

the ways of life

that weighs me

by my own sins

tormenting me

with absurdities

and now

shadows creep

of the past

over my heart

gone desolate

ah!

off with my story

I shall pause

my chain of thoughts

and just let

my poetic sentiments

flourish

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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