Eartho'sphere to Heaveno'sphere

You knock on the doors of heaven
You tap on the floors of hell
You kneel & beg in front of the devil
You dance in front of the angel...

You do this all in one lifetime,
At one point or other in life.
At despair,at hope,at wretchedness.
At futility, at happiness, at unknown.

In in the deep shadow of your heart,
When you are praying from your soul,
The Satan enters like a creep from nowhere,
Slamming the doors,knocking off the chair..
Trips you,makes you miss that one step on the stair,
Making you fall while you are still uttering the prayer.

Without any prior intimation..
Driving you into desperate isolation..
Messing up with your own choir of thoughts..
The angel mulls in an abandoned corner,
The Satan frolics around in mirth..
Like a dementor sucking out the happiness,
Until the light within you ignites..
Ignites like firework with a boom...
Warding off the devil to his doom,
And the angel shines through..

Cul-De-Sac

If he was a blast,
She was the light.
If he was sound,
She was his laughter.
If he was silence,
She was his thought.

That's Derek and Clara..
Best friends forever,
Drifted apart over years..
Married to different people.
Neither sad, neither happy,
Missing the zing in their lives.
With the thought....
'What if....'


Two similar people,
Who took different paths,
Living a life which seemed exquisite,
But in reality was ersatz..
The quotidian moments of life,
Was just wrinkles and creases of habit..


Six years later, a college reunion,
She hopes to see him,
He wants to hold her tight.
Age has added grace to her,
The auburn curly hair tied loose.
Age has taken away the boyish charm,
Replaced with calmness and depth.


He sees her, she walks to him,
He panics, she smiles, his lips seal.
An awkward silence,
More awkward hug.
The raspberry shampoo,
The Eau de Cologne.
The familiar comfort zone..


Reality check. Old buddies,
It's been six long years,
They have a secure life.
She has a caring partner.
He has a loving wife...
What's wrong they wonder...


In each other why do they find comfort?
Solace in the silence between them.
Why does she want to be with him?
Why did he fly 16 hrs. for a college reunion?
Was he wishing she would be there?
Just to know how is her life?
Apart from the coffee table in her backyard,
One of her desires she had shared,
Long ago, now materialized...
The proof of it on a social site,
As she sipps coffee with Ryan...
Was there a glint of sadness in her eyes?
Or was he reading too much between the lines...
Why did he see himself in Ryan's place?
The coffee table,the Rose shrubs on the side...
Perfect as she wanted it to be....
Happily married he sighed...


She saw him.Clumsiness gone,now replaced,
with Chivalry, very conscious of her,
What was it in him that made her laugh?
That made her feel light as a feather,
When he spoke her name in his deep voice,
A voice she had heard a thousand times,
And yet today when he called her name,
Oh she fell for him like timber.
She was falling and he was gravity.
It's stupidity, it's absurd, it's wrong.


She was sailing smooth in the flow,
Now caught in the narrow reflux of memory lanes.
A whirlpool of thoughts..
If her life was plotted on an axis,
She was at a point of intersection,
Of the past, the present and future.



He felt choked by looking at her,
The words never left his mouth,
Smothered by her smile and calmness.
They talked, she spoke, he listened,
And in the deepest chambers of his restless heart,
Dichotomy of feelings engulfed him..
And he drowned in them,
Like a swollen tide gently closes over a stone..



Time elapsed...,
He saw the sunset in her eyes..
Time stood silent,
The beauty of dusk dawned
Time seemed inaccessible..
Just like the distant mute stars..
Pinned to the surface of the sky...
It was time to say goodbye......
Time to walk away into the heart of setting sun..





Courtesy – Mr Vikram Seth

Death..

What do you do when you know death is looming near,
And it is not death that you actually fear.
The thought that you will loose an entity as a whole,
That the person would have floated away as a soul.
Out of space,memories drifted behind..
Just empty space and vacuum left behind.
A figure which existed in true sense
To be disintegrated in endless time

How must it feel for the person you wonder,
To wish the end for the monotony of ailing time...
To wish that endless oblivion lasts forever..
To agonizingly wait for death to knock on the door..
To end the suffering and wanting no more..
When the person wants the remaining days to lapse,
Hoping tomorrow may bring the end perhaps..



Everyone comes down here with quota of days,
It is imminent and you can't run away..
And you feel guilty for not having a ray of hope...
No matter how hard you try the person slides off the slope.
When the sunken hollow eyes bore into your heart,
The feeble voice makes you feel miles apart.

Everyone questions,what are the chances?
I know the answer but I dread to accept it,
I want the person to stay,
I want the person to be free.
I don't want them to fight the nightmares in their head,
I feel guilty for having such thoughts...
But I question is it worth the suffering and pain..
The diverse thoughts is difficult to explain.
Who am I to fight against the odds,
Who am I to decide the odds?

Ripped Apart

I have no idea what the world is coming to,

A 12 year old executed in broad daylight,
Five bullets ripped him through...
What did he do to deserve such a plight?
The end of a tunnel with no light.

One bullet for the nations pride,
Second bore hole in humanity,
Third tattered the faith off mankind,
Fourth screamed cold blooded murder,
The fifth and he breathed his last.

As the cold winds in his face blew,
The look in his innocent eyes,
Butchered before he even knew,
Blue skies or just blatant lies,
I have no idea what the world is coming to...



PS: With reference to the article
http://www.thehindu.com/news/national/govttrade-unions-talks-fail-stir-as-scheduled-on-feb20-21/article4425222.ece?homepage=true

The Lost Spark

I once knew a girl,
Bubbly, smart with dreams in her eyes,
Wanting the same things as I do.
To live life with a zing,
To have an identity of her own,
But suddenly out of the blue,
She had to bid her dreams adieu,
The ones she wanted to pursue.

Because a wonderful thing happened,
She married and left everything behind,
Starting her life in a new avenue.
And all her dreams were sealed in a box,
And I waited for her to open it again,
The core essence of a person doesn't change.
I thought may be she's keeping her dreams in queue,
After all marriage is one of the best things to happen to you.

Gradually she kept throwing things out of her life,
Started with her thoughts,her hobbies,her dreams.
And I kept on urging her to not lock herself in..
To not suffocate herself from within.
Apparently she says that's the right thing to do,
Everyone's happy she said, knowing it's not true.

We live in a place where,
If a woman is independent,
Its assumed she is over smart.
If she has her own mind,
She is supposed to be bold.
If she is serious about career,
She won't be a good mother.
If she has a passion for a hobby,
She doesn't give time to family.


We live in a hypocritical place,
In a sonorous labyrinth of ideologies,
And she got lost in it..
Instead of living the amazing journey,
The journey just made her give up every part of her,
For a destination which is a myth.
Succumbed to the point that I don't recognise her..
Not sad, but neither does she have a happy glow,
In a relationship where they both are supposed to grow,
But she is covered in a thick carpet of snow
And I am hoping for all that I know,
That the snow will soon melt,
And she will come out of the shadow..

Sunscreen On The Moon

A place where there is hope,
A place where there is light,
Where silence sings into space....

Where is this place you ask?
Somewhere high up the slope..
Or somewhere to climb with a rope?

It is a sacred plain which causes delight,
Where a million stars twinkle at night.
An alluring invincible fortress at place,
A beacon of radiant hope to embrace...
A place with no crevices in time,
A place which might be the perfect paradigm..
Wrapped in the cocoon of enchanting silence,
In between life and light,it is full of suspense.
An epitome of mystery, metaphor, love and fiction,
A timeless beauty to be moon struck with intoxication.
Different version it takes every single day,
A bite of it without fail somebody takes away.
Bright and dark; beautiful and non existent,
It is too near and yet,too far and distant.


In dream airlines an exquisite voyage to the moon,
Like a silver surfer to surf across the moon.
Every single day it suffers from the sun's wrath,
Nevertheless it continues solely on its own path.
May be to apply some sunscreen on its dry surface,
Prevent it from getting tanned and losing its pearly grace!!

A Reason

Do we always need a reason ?

A reason to believe..
A reason to trust?

Logic builds the reasoning,
An impulse refutes the logic.
You can't argue, you can't question,
Sometimes it's just easy to accept.

To accept that there are times when music goes into space,
The kaleidoscope of patterns don't leave an image.

That words have no meaning until you give it to them,
That the most small things can bring a smile,

That an Utopian way of life needs continuous adjustments.

That sometimes tears don't need a reason,
To accept that two parallel lines shall only meet at horizon.
That uninhibited laughter won't take you to treason,
That a White maruti omni is ominous without reason.

That Murphy's law shall never cease to apply,
That bulls eye doesn't mean a bull in eye,
Pet peeves cause annoyance,but you don't know why.

That hatred can be ignited just by a spark,
But difficult to keep the spark of love..
Even though it should be the other way round,
But they both speak in the silence of sound..

And you still are left searching for a reason,
Because it is just difficult to accept,
That sometimes acceptance is the key,
However much you hate to disagree.