Moving Moon

The Moon has never changed a bit:

It wanes and grows on its cycle;

As a little boy, I looked at it with wonder

As an adolescent, I am busy with mundane

I cared so less to even notice the moon…

I was on the hormonal rollercoaster ride of my youth

Figuring out my identity,

Obsessed with Dos and Donts!

Falling blindly into the wrong people’s arms,

Learning my lessons…

At an unexpected moment,

A skinny poet just swept me off,

To his dream world,

From my mundane madness;

He blindfolded my eyes with his words…

He held my arms and showed me the moon

I have never witnessed before…

I built a crystal castle with him,

On an unknown island,

Where the moon shone through every prism,

And refracted our nights into rainbows…

It was a magical magnitude!

Nobody is an exception to the law of nature:

Joy or Sorrow – Nothing is constant!

On an unexpected day,

In an unexpected way,

He locked me out of the castle,

And razed it to the ground…

Even before I rub my eyes,

Everything becomes nothing!

Now, all I can see in the dark sky

Is the same old bright moon –

Mocking at my rooflessness and loneliness…

Agonizing Reverie

Nothing in you hinders me now,
The colourless transparency
And the colourful child-like nature
Are vanished
And you are no more a man I love,
Perfectly, you made your choice,
To be a possession
Of a suitable girl who copes,
With your undulating and uncertain nature,
Indeed, I am saved from new you.

But, my whole being is accustomed,
To you and your reverie:
When I walk alone
I still feel you beside me,
When I am laid down in silence,
I am still thrilled to hear you
Singing behind my ears…
You walked along with me
For a few days,
You sang for a few hours,
None and nothing replace them
Even after a few years.

I erased your number,
Your pictures,
Your songs,
Your emails,
Your messages,
From my computer and phone.
But:
I can see your face
With my waking eyes,
I can hear your voice
With my open ears.
Give me the short-cut keys
To erase them from my senses.

Struggling to Forget

It’s 1 AM I am still awake,

Walking lonely in the terrace;

Under the moonlight,

Fighting against the memories-

Those are as bright as,

And as numerous as shining stars!

When I first met you,

I never had sensed the peril,

You are an angel of all goodness though;

When I first spoke with you,

I never had a qualm,

Your voice would cast an eternal spell;

Now that I am sitting here

Thinking it through,

You have never done anything wrong;

So I have nothing to blame,

But I have a few questions to ask:

Why didn’t you give me a chance –

To evince the unexpressed words,

To bestow the un-sent gifts?

Why do you give me the same pain –

The girl you loved gave you once?

Why didn’t you invite me for your wedding?

Everything you did and said,

You say and do are right!

So I am in desperate plight.

Baby, you never know,

I have never missed to peep into my mobile,

For past four years,

With blind hope:

One day you will dial or message me –

“I miss you”

Till I come to know that you are wedded

Through a third-person!

And how much ever I cry,

I am not able to find me back

Or I am not able to ignore-

The waft of breeze that grazes my face,

The smell of soil when drizzles touch the earth,

The silvery full moon light that ignites my eyes,

The music and musicians those you revered the most,

As you haunt me through them as a whirlwind!

The Moon and the Sky – You and I

The sky was bright, wide and empty.

The full moon slithered in;

The emptiness and wideness,

Of the sky are adorned,

With silver radiance,

With warmth and coolness,

Each moment of togetherness,

Sprinkled as a star of joy.

The freaky full moon,

Even without an alert,

Sneaked into another galaxy,

From reach of the sky,

Years passed away,

But, the sky is strewed

With stars of memories-

The stars are invisible

At day time though they are there,

The stars hurt a lot,

At night time as they twinkle bright!

The sky was much prettier,

With bright emptiness;

The moonless sky is dark and dreary,

Stars no more adorn the sky,

But they prick the peace of the sky!

The sky tries hard to erase

The trace of moon and the stars-

All go in vain!

Loneliness

What a pretty word!

How pregnant in emotions!

Often many relate it to hostile,

Doesn’t it sound rude?

The immediacy of the word is bliss!

None can meddle in lone serenity,

‘All my own and by own’

What a pride to be so!

No instructions and no restrictions,

Lovelier to sing aloud,

Shyness ripped off,

Flawless tip-toe,

With wide open arms swerving around,

Like Tinker bell and Barbie princesses!

Even Shapelessness has no shame

In comparison of Barbie!

Giving ears to ‘noiseless noises’ of inner earnings,

Liberating the wounded soul,

No chime and no chide…

Tranquil space to mourn the mounded sorrows,

The pleasant pause of time!

No hurry and no limitations…

What an aversion of life

To pretend to convince,

To enact a social drama,

To comfort kith and kin,

People, people and people!

The charm of being alone is peerless,

In comparison of withering happiness of people!