What If…

Dawn of another day…

I talk, I work,
I share a lot

Hopes, advises,
exam fears

The uncertainty, future
What lies ahead

The changes, people
and inherent dreams…

It is dusk already
Dark draping everything

My thoughts included

The night is monotonous
What if, What if, What if!

I Think Back to You…

Some nights, when I feel alone
I think back to you…
The feeling of you by my side
My solace

Some nights, when it is too dark
I think back to you…
The feeling of having you by my side
Fights all my fears

Some nights, when everything is too cold
I think back to you…
The warmth of your presence
The smile afterward

Some nights, when everything is falling apart
I think back to you…
The strength you pass on to me…
The words!

Some night, when I think of your departure,
separation seems inevitable
I think back, to the time we spent
I think back to you…

And I embrace you,
for an eternity

Wordless

So many times it is difficult to tell anyone what is going on.
What is it that is messing you up;
making you so lost in your own self.

Sometimes, you are mourning the loss of words!

For Half a Year or More

Half a year I couldn’t talk to you…
To anyone.
I dread a conversation now that I can.
I got no answer for how I am
Or have been all this while.

I am reduced to be a memory
No one knows I still exist

I have no words anymore
I falter at your questions
Grope around to find words
But all is dark and I find none

I run away!

An Endless Wait

A moonless night
A curfew
A fresh fear

All is still and my room is lit
By the light across the street
Everything else, dark

No sound penetrates the silence tonight
No soundtracks in a groom’s caravan
No dogs howling…

The city is locked down
Again.

I look at the dark sky, wondering over my plans
And now, silently,
Awaiting my destiny to unfold.

Ready to Die

Every day I see people worked up
Looking for something, searching
Cursing, complaining, swearing…

I look at nature,
the clouds moving, the sun hiding
The birds happily chirping away

I look in the mirror, standing, staring
Looking happy and content
Maybe I should die

Freed

You may try hard, as you want.
Tell me all the realities; our society.
But my wings are no more bound.
I care not about the cage…
I might as well be the change…

A Missing Beloved!

It is easy to be tired and fall asleep the moment one hits the bed.
Difficult is no sleep, and the hands free; nothing to hold. The utter need of having something to fill the gap up and be there.
The utter reminder of a missing someone.

Of the missing beloved!

Of Grief

After the talk; prospects of loss,
death, and grief
Of life without

I sit in a garden

Looking for a four-leaf clover;
calming my storms
You stirred inside

Wondering…

Sometimes I wonder:

If the situation stayed
And I were replaced by her

Would you react the same?