Wednesday, August 26, 2009

My conversation with Time



You ticked faster every time I spent time with him
You looked so old that day; you trembled so much when I couldn’t be with him
I foolishly wondered if life was nothing beyond this rendezvous
And in this life time I would not crave for anything in lieu

You ticked faster when I met him after a long tiring day
You looked so disinterested to tick when in night I awaited the forthcoming day
I crazily wondered if evening could follow the night
Because there wouldn’t be anything as important as capturing his sight

Monday I counted the day sixth
Thursday I said it’s three
Saturday I cried helplessly before God
And with these tears God had his spree

You ticked faster when I finally waved good bye to him
You looked so dead, so motionless when I awaited him
Awed by my eyes you played with my restlessness
And with your every tick you drove me towards craziness
I insanely wondered if you could pause the present moment
As I foolishly prayed to unwind those lovely moments

With every such plead, God you laughed back at me
With every droplet of my tear, you just vainly ignored me
Desperate I became to talk to you
And with my word, you turned deaf ears towards me
I have never learnt to lose faith
And I know that at some point in our lives, we all re-write our fate

With every such belief, God you did everything to challenge it
And with my repetitive triumph, I redefined what you called "defeat"

Thursday, August 20, 2009

I Have Count Of All Your Tears



Dedicated to my best friend

Walking relentlessly with hope of victory,
With silence you covert your screams
In dark you often cry
But I have count of all your tears
Tirelessly you run for having a life of your own
But I have the count of your racing heart beats

One small hope knocks the door of your happiness,
You work harder to get closer to your dream
And every time it’s shattered,
With silence you covert your screams

You hold my hand and ask for my assurance
And I give you a tight hug to take away all your fears
Under your blanket you often cry
But I have count of all your tears

Your tears shine in this darkness
and you can't anymore hide it with your spectacles
I can hear the painful screams in your silence
and you should give up on your attempts to deceive me

Persistently you combine words to make it sound convincing
Monday you tried it on your interviewer
Saturday you did it on your folks
And every time the cycle repeats,
I have felt the count of your racing heart beats

Monday, August 3, 2009

Void

Uneducated to the meaning of betrayal, I ponder since dawn to experience one moment of truth. And as dusk follows, I realize that in this journey of deception, only the shadow of incompleteness remains loyal.

Tainted Melodies

From the moment the alarm rang today, It's that song that once again plays in my head, A haunting melody that won't go away, I shut ...