Paused musings

I’ve been rushed off my feet

off late

I’m running around

to catch full circle

hectically hustling

on tons demanding

my attention

wondering at life

offering many errands

that must be run

nonstop unto death

off to poems for a while

I shall not pen down the lines

Someday

When I shall be free

i shall catch my thoughts

and weave it in words

But for now

It’s paused musings

fatigued thoughts

I am fatigued

thinking of you

Aren’t you tired

crossing my mind

over and over again?

Why irk ourselves

Can’t we ease the gap

and be together

than visit each other

just in thoughts

earthquake (September 18, 2011)

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The walls rattled

The showcases

The cupboards

The photo frames

and everything

that there was to rattle

The lights blacked out

Everything was cursed

in absolute murk

as the world jolted

one and all trembled

Everyone knew that it was

Saw the end was nigh

As death came knocking

Bequeathing a close call

Leaving homes crumbled

Hearts grievously tormented

and lives put on the line

Home alone

Every day I come home

Swing the door open

and step in anxiously

Hoping to find you home

but you are never there

I scour the place

And still

there is not even a trace

not even footprints

unknowingly left

I sit on the couch

all alone

hoping you will walk in

any moment

Knowing you can’t stay away

But perhaps I am wrong

The air gets eerie

Loneliness gnaws

even memories hurt

As yesterdays flash alive

and I walk out dejected

Lest I go out of my mind

dilemma

I am lost totally

Betwixt two thoughts

One that says I should do it

the other asserts that I shouldn’t

I don’t know what I should do

Though I surely need to pick one

How do I resolve?

Shall I toss a coin?

Or simply close my eyes

and pick my choice in random

Huh, I can’t decide

I am at the cross roads

Of the inevitable dilemma

Unable to take the pick

What shall I do?

I don’t know

The road not taken

shall make the difference

a hundredth poem

I have adored the elegance of the faces

Eulogized the undying glory of the graces

Even extolled the splendor of the rainbows

And lauded the symphonies of the gale

I have approved the ups and downs of life

in the many myriad musings of my heart

born of thoughts that amply  fluttered

in umpteen moods that pensively frayed

I have even crooned some oblivious tunes

often in lovelorn state of a forlorn heart

I have stolen glances and delved for words

And I shall yet acclaim the earthly dances

and not miss out the swiftly fading chances

But for now its an umpteen hundredth poem

bogged DOWN

Tired I am running the life’s race

Forced glee and simulated exhilarations

in diverse courses and disparate pace

Often in uncommon asinine sensations

Romping life’s varied spanned game

Every day in and every day tediously out

And all the while, it’s just the same

the humdrum affairs of a life’s fallout

the greener grass on the other side

the varied temptations of the life

the ever flowing of the time and tide

will not even for a single moment thrive

there is momentary glory and bliss

in the unchained beauty of the rainbow

only that soon it shall all go amiss

all the worthless great pompous show

the exactitude of the illusive realities

the saccharine sweetness of the dreams

the derisive mocking of everyday formalities

bogs me down  to silent unsung screams

Beggar

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The beggar begs by the roadside

attired in tattered patched up rags

chanting some melancholic tunes

as we walk past by on the road

We care not to lend him a glance

let alone spare him a penny

We hear not his screams for alms

We understand no beggars tongue

that speaks loud even in deep silence

We know not his severed pride

and we won’t even spare a thought

the events driving him to the roads

Ah, how we look down on him

for he is a destitute and we are not

Ah, Is it wrong to be a beggar?

Who wants to be a beggar after all?