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.

The edge of mankind

Listen,think and act carefully, has always been told,
Reckless actions and random events are just too bold.

Live by the head and not by the heart they say,
Control emotions and plan life in a calculated way.

Life can really be planned they strongly do believe,
Right from retirement plan to daughter's marriage and get some relief.

Life is but a framework which confines our action,
It is but a journey from cradle to tomb fraction by fraction.

Can life be really controlled and mistakes be not repeated twice?
Has the flower been taught to bloom or tide been ever taught to rise?

Varying religions and practices had essentially been our way,
Who gives a damn to humanity, be it good or may perils fill your day.

See the world through the glares they put on your eyes,
Dare not to challenge the ways be it fake or embellished with lies.

The death of mankind is approaching and mocking away,
Behold! Lest the sun would set to forever lose its ray.

Down the memory lane.

It all seems like a mystical game,
Looking back down the memory lane.
A little girl with curious eyes,
The world was strange but had no lies.

The sun smiled and showered its rays,
While Alice and Cinderella amused her days.
Imagination sprinkled its colors in the air,
Everything seemed happy,healthy and fair.

But sometimes when grief struck her down,
Her mother's thought and words were shown.
Pale it all seemed in helplessness and despair,
There was so much that was broken and there for repair.

But a gaze at the misty winter sky,
Across the clouds I could hear a cry.
There was someone calling upon me from far,
Said the dawn of plight was very near.

Resolutions

Resolutions I have made many,
But have I really fulfilled any?
This question resonates through my mind,
As I look back at the failed resolutions of all kind.

To read more of stuffs or learn a new language,
To draw more of cartoons was equally to engage.
To think less or write more,
To reach the already set personal score.

Resolutions had been many since long,
To tune in to the right channel that was wrong.
I told myself time and again,
For it wasn't the way I wanted to remain.

Years pass by and resolutions fail,
Are swept across by lazy habitual gale.
Habits and tendencies follow a pattern,
Even if redirected, tend to return.

Ages have passed since been enslaved by the mind,
I hereby resolve to tweak pattern of this kind.
A stronger leap towards a positive thought,
No more looking back and thinking what life has brought

I gazed happiness in its eyes

The grey shadow of the grief stricken heart,
Was uncovered by its soothing part.

The long forgotten happiness and smile,
Was buried deep beneath the grave pile.

The deep seated sorrow and peace deprive,
Was the most obvious part of my life.

Finally the gaze at the illuminated night,
Was more a kaleidoscope of wonder and delight.

It felt like an angel had touched me,
For there was more that I was yet to see.

The anger,dismay and the lies,
There I was gazing happiness in its eyes.

I wish the moment lasted a little more,
But my heart said there was more in store.

Why think like the kind?

Why stay in the cocoon and think the mundane?
Why do nothing for others and only think of gain?

Why think what they imprinted on my mind?
And why not magnify my perspective and be curious to find?

Who am I and why am I here?
Is it just to fulfill other's wishes that filled my air?

The colorful imaginations they depict on the walls,
Shall annoy most and be considered very small.

Stop being yourself and think like the kind,
Be banished to the black hole, to forever lose your mind.

To hold hands and share a kiss,
For you are there for society to dismiss.

Act as they wish,marry whom they choose
Put the mind at a prolonged snooze.

Grab the common degree,feed the thirst for wealth
Be it a foreign job, or be it chicanery or stealth.

Would I ever stop and think for a while,
What value have I added to lives, in traversal of miles?

Am I an accomplished soul that deserves the divine?
What have I done to add glory to lives, be it even mine?

Now that its time to say adieu to all,
I wish I could reverse time and prevent the moral fall.