Caught in troubles I thought I shared perhaps,
I lost connect with the rest
Too momentous, outrightly consuming
Too trivial, outrightly rejected.
Lost in deciphering your reveries perhaps,
I found it wasn’t for me
Too distant, evidently symbolic
Too personal, evidently interfering.
Resolved to rediscover the self perhaps,
I arrived at a disturbed dream
Too embroiled, truly inescapable
Too absurd, truly unrealisable.
To the little child heart
To the innocence of dreams
And desires.
To the facade of nonchalance
To the struggle with dilemmas
To looking for meaning
To the most vulnerable moments.
To the monkey spirits
To the countless daily stories
To hearing the unsaid
And saying the unheard.
To the heaves of inconclusivity
To the silence of indecision.
And, most of all
To the instinctive friendship found
and built incidentally.
A travel far away
Into the recesses of time
Counting the cobwebs
Is it ?
Lost in time and space
Painful to eyes
Distant memory
Is it?
Too much to believe
Too much to bear
Delusional
Is it?
Strangled promises
Lost hopes Daily hopes
Round and around
I stay for this
Is it?
And you say
You cannot tell.
I was born out of your circumstances
I am dying with your enterprise
I have altered the course of your life irreversibly
I will leave you amused for the rest of it
I am just one among millions who would come and go
You may have forgiven the others already
I was custom-made for you
You for me
I was endowed with affiliations
You became my receptacle
Time moves differently in my world
Ephemeral I am
Ephemeral I was destined to be
But you would move on.
I have to confess
I have developed an affiliation for you
Yet
I cannot but leave you
For I know I cannot stay
And that you would battle on.
Once a flame keeping you awake
I am just a dwindling flicker now
You became the source of my life
I, the hinges of your experience
For me, you are my entire journey
For you, just a phase…
The word is shattered
Thoughts, Actions, Aspirations
Creations
Poetry.
The word is bizarre
Opinions, Responses, Reactions
Collections
Poetry.
The word is obfuscated
Foresight, Imagination, Recollection
Reminiscences
Poetry.
And they say,
There is nothing to lose.
Keeping you along all the time
Letting you hear the sighs
In thought. In action
In dreams. In reality
In high. In low.
While you witness each new heave
Still hold the hand all the time;
Recording in your heart
The rise. The fall
The hope. The realisation
The hurt. The lesson.
The conveyor of a new light,
You must know
That you, poetry are first love
I don’t know since when.
The welcome of the autumn
The autumn of the skies.
Blades of a callous weather
Familiar indifferent touch.
Footnotes of the sighs
Waiting for the doom.
Looking for the glory of
Once upon a time.
Dreamt of a castle,
Didn’t you?
Ambiguous little images
On the withdrawn ceilings
Night after night
Dream after dream..
Your star is but the brightest illusion in the night sky.
Your rage is another fire, meant to die with melting snowflakes.
Your destiny is another city,
Another cage.
Laying in the abyss of solitude and uncertainity
I dreamt of you.
Distant
Different
Defiant
You refused to acknowledge me.
Is that a dream?
Dissolving
Dilapidated
Disfigured
You chose to look away.
Is that a dream?
Desolute
Discloured
Dismerbered
The heart sank in.
And I woke up.
Still no sign of you.
‘Are you fine?’
The penultimate moment of indecision
Timeless moorings
Procrastination redefined
Desires recombined
To stay, and then to stay some more
Before the void is left
For always and ever
Stay some more until you stay no more.
Can fulfillment ever be defined?