Why?

Why should I write a poem?

Jab man mein ho na koi tarang

And the wheel of life spins

Casting a multitude of totems

 

Of the numerous concepts formed each day,

And washed away like a sand castle.

 

I sit by the shore,

And gaze at the ramnants

Of my many tiny hopes

And mark the meaninglessness, of the words I swore

 

Tao mon bole abar phire chal

Cuz if you have loved once,

You can sing the same old songs.

Chahe dil toota hi sahi

Yet pay heed to the heart that longs

 

Of the by-gone days

Whose vibes runs though your veins.

 

Why should I write a poem?

When my tunes may get lost

Into the ocean of voices so vast

No price really paid for the exhaust

 

Of the memoirs put across the wall

Kono ek meghe dhaka shokal

 

Reminds me there arn't just darker shades

That could be captured

The incessantly blissful,gleaming eyes

Tales of joy that is nurtured

 

Of my starry eyed four legged princess,

Joy walks around me, its an instance.

 

Why should I write a poem?

When I dont often sing the hymns

And often get caught in the realm

Though interesting it may seem

 

Of the mundane chores

That sometimes agonizes my soul

 

Amar jhilmile shonar din guli,

Failure to realise so would be so silly

Happiness has donned a new shift

Coffees and conversations are the things

 

Of the many memories we together paint,

A different flavour though, love hasn't gone taint.

 

Kehte hain, guzarta waqt lautke phir nahi aata

Tao keno shudhu purnono sriti ke aakriye rakha?

There is poetry this very insignificant event,

Open the eyes of your heart, you may just miss the second.

The Fragrance of Love

You are the one whose shiny black chariot crossed my street

I hadn't raised a brow as I was looking for Gold.

Such was my quest for Gold,

Whose shine dazzled my eye and lustre claimed my mind.

 

I never felt your gaze captivated my mind,

You’re being made me smile.

It all seemed so shallow

I couldn't see my reflection in your very eyes.

 

Eyes, that were moist

And sought for answers.

"Why couldn't I plunge an arrow inside your heart?

Or see the crescent of the moon in your smile?"

 

Smile faded as reality starred into my eyes

The end was near,

Of hopes, desires and wishes of seeing

The vague picture that was casted on the screen of my mind.

 

As I held the hand of the present

To match pace with you under the sunlight,

I saw a strange glitter in your eyes

As though gold was smeared right there.

 

I took a note and passed by.

But the dazzle grew brighter each day

And pounded me hard enough

To seize my vision.

 

The unsighted widened its inner eye

And clasped your hand

A feeling so tender,

That I rose from deep slumber.

 

I now see the vivid hues of the rainbow

Stretched across your sky.

The fragrance of sweet love,

That carried my soul and captured my mind.

 

 

I can finally converge the scattered rays

Of a fuzzy, distorted past

I call it Home, the feeling that I get,

In the warmth of your embrace.

As I hold the hand of my past to walk into the present

I couldn't help but suspend my actions,
As the siren of memories blew so strong
I flew afar into the further,
As I couldn't hold the self very long.

I would so far reminisce and feel the burden,
Of the bitter bygone memories.
That chained my mind, shackled my soul
Crucified the very being in frequent series.

However, now as I slowly begin
To detach myself from the past,
Attempt to draw the mind into the present,
Wash off the grey shadows that were once cast.

However, strain- when chances upon the mind,
Déjà vu strikes and whispers across,

"This is happening to you again,

So, be fair in what you engross."

I lay startled as the realization dawned,

My very plight, of which I'd fret

Is shinning my path,

So that I no longer regret.

My very shadow,

I strongly shunned

Is beaming through the past,

And giving gentle reprimand.

I know not this eerie call,

Yet I know it's there for me.

A connection with the infamous past though,

But a glowworm for the future, to better see.

'God, Guru and Self are synonymous',

Kept resonating through my mind.

I now learned to embrace my grey,

To not lose what I can find.

Rejoice within the Self

Treading along the known path
Since ages that we can count,
The nature of the self is so bizarre
Magnanimous though, knows no bounds.

As enthusiasm rides up the crest,
Melancholy and pensiveness drags it down the trough.
Swinging between odds and evens,
The mind never introspected to realize the flaw.

Repeating its pattern on and off,
The mind never sees its kind
Until awareness dawns from within,
And consciousness shows its signs.

Caught in the realm of worldliness,
The mind never learned to rest.
Breaking its voluminous chain of thoughts,
To put its orientation at any given test.

The glowing beam is shinning incessantly,
All it needs is an eye
To come in communion with the inner self,
To trigger the awakening of the Divine.

Surrender to the infinite,
And free yourself from all shackles
Allow divinity to pull your cart,
To save the self from any further debacle.

Arise and be awake,
To the stillness of the moment.
As the light penetrates through thy soul,
And the Self fills the scant.

Perceive the essence of the enduring existence
And reach inside to delve,
Dip in the ocean of eternal bliss
'Sat-chit-ananda'- rejoice and be joyous within the very Self.

My Kind

Soft from the inside,

Yet tough on the whole.

Women are known to exhibit varying colors

Are leaders , be it any role.

For centuries having lived, 

Under the shadow of men

Little had they revealed then,

The actions that followed the plan.

Sometimes greed, sometimes avarice,

Such can be their way.

Nevertheless, kindness blended with love,

Comes along before you say.

They tend to hurt the ones they love,

With words as sharp as knife.

And expect the offender to get their point

Be it Tom's or be it Dick's wife.

Think much and worry more

For things as small as it can be.

Yet, after all the head storming,

There's sometimes little point that you see.

With a heart that melts right away,

Without having to do much.

Women are a blessing to the universe,

Who are born to love, to forget all grudge.

We are the sugar kissed candies,

With a pinch of spice.

Without us life would be dull,

And left to only but a slice.

The poet in me

I felt your presence a number of times,
Heard your laughter, saw your smiles.

Did you once think you were Lucy from Dove?
Bereft of joy, happiness and love.

Having sung the melancholy tunes of life for long,
I believed you’d show up and make your presence strong.

All the varying pastels of life,
Were vivid enough to make you thrive.

Soaked by the magnum opus of Sukumar Ray and Tagore,
Sonnets by Shakespeare, Wordsworth and more.

Drenched by the runes of varying mood,
I did once wonder if you really stood.

Until the mystical evening of wonder and delight,
Where tunes danced through the air, leaving no room for plight.

The fascinating event versified by the many talents,
I found myself at “Let Poetry Be” that very moment.

Who am I?

Do I really know who I am?
A scarlet in the sky of glam.

A confused soul since quite long,
Always found it tough to choose from among.

A dreamer who chased random events and thought,
Often winged my dreams but sometimes let them rot.

A captive of varying moods I always have been,
To serve the temperamental spikes that were quite seen.

Sometimes I am in clutter and chaos,
Where I let peace slip me to go for a toss.

Life is nothing more but an inward journey,
To come in communion with peace and harmony.

To not disown the darker side of ours,
Or else we shall be of pretense and farce.

I believe about me I am yet to know more,
To fulfill my dreams and make a good score.