Who am I?

Nor the blazing sun

or the elegant moon,

the one amongst the countless

faceless stars is me

I am not in the band of lovers

or a loved one is me.

Just a passing phase

a stopover to teach or groom,

to learn the secrets of love & life

what to adapt and which to leave,

that’s me.

I am not at peace

nor engaged in a raging war.

A soldier without a battle

My biggest struggle is me.

I don’t have the periods of calm 

nor a great calamity grapples me.

My great depression is just me.

I am not one amongst the poets

or belong from society of philosophers.

I aint a singer or some revolutionary is me.

I am one of the many

who each passing day is manipulated or moved.

One of the thousand faceless in the crowd is me.

The ballad of riches don’t find me

nor poor sit beside me.

Collecting money each moment, each day

just to fill my greedy coffin, that’s me.

I am one of the millions without hope or aim,

I might be an engineer, a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher

or that person standing across drenched in rain.

I am all but I am none,

because this is not what I planned to be.

My great depression is just me.

We just want to burn

Me and you,

I see you and burn

You too reciprocate and burn me too.

Forget me for a moment

I will forget your name too,

then tell me who can say

which is which and who is who?

But you will never understand, would you?

Abusing each other in the day, those arch enemies

Brothers in arms at night, toasting Champagne

To the army of foolish slaves they breed.

Partners in crime, belonging from the same shrine,

their companies and parties sell hate each day,

and you wait greedily in long queues to receive.

Me and you,

the pawn in their games.

Still willing to kill each other for religion

and believing as martyr we have deceased.

High atop they sit, on those clouded skies

many faces projected but same act they play

one who refuses to wear skull caps

and another who willingly tries.

Appeasement and rejection

both playing the opposite sides of the same coin.

It’s the same old story of a sword and a shield

one face providing you bullets for your guns,

another applying poisonous ointment

so my injuries will never heal.

So tell me friend who was wounded and who won?

Divided we are falling each day,

But we still just want to burn.

Masks

Far away you lie,

into the distance ,

where your shadow melts

into the clouds.

Carried away by the winds

soul caught up in the storm,

your shouts which shrilled the skies,

have now transformed into a distant melodious rhyme.

Don’t pretend they listen,

impervious colonies of deaf resides,

only signs and alarms they pay heed to

ones which direct them,

drills with pointed fingers they require.

Steering them together as a group

instructing their life

when to applaud, congratulate or smile.

Everyone covered with a mask

this world without a will to see,

their open eyes bedazzled

under blind drapes they exists.

Each presents a different mask,

thinking he has concealed,

look deeper , look into the holes

their blind eyes reside.

Their cloaks, masquerades they are all the same.

Colored lips on white haunted faces

smiling ear to ear

everyone with a pretense

each with a story concealed.

Dual life we lead,

One with the merry face to the world

Other with broken souls we lead.

I speak to you, my chosen one.

pick any dummy of the crowd.

They are alike, they are same,

just their masks have spread.

What began with the face,

to heart it has reached.

Each one is decaying, as this minute decays.

Remove this mask,

why this new domino?

You too desire to be in the crowd?

From pure morning dew drop

you want to turn to fog?

Friends, different kinds

Dearest Friend, you are not alone,

this long and dirty road

many have fallen into path

deserters, many have gone.

I try and look for a pattern

try and see where they belong.

Each comes in a different mask

concealing feelings and features

dummies in a circus, they all.

Some enlightened ones preside over issues,

troubles and lives of others,they intent to close.

while chapters of their own life remain idle,

naked for the world to mock and poke.

While others exist solely to taunt,

to smoothen their unfulfilled life,

to lull into calm, their broken souls.

Their exists another class,

tides of time have drawn them away,

vast ocean stretches and holds on.

I see their form but features remain unknown.

But this class brings along, a flicker of faith.

With our each reflex, they can gauge,

our trapped pain, anger or a lost hope.

Maybe tides took away our footsteps,

but buried deep under this sand

our time and imprints remain unknown.

While some ran away,

without a solitary bye.

In this endless world of

unknown masked men and women,

they simply wanna hide.

But reappear they do,

sometimes in a broken memory or an incomplete smile.

Reassuring us they have gone,

with them they have taken away their time.

While to some cast away,

this ink would be a waste.

They rob us of our most cherished portion,

they rob us of our memories

and everything that box contained.

Brothers in arms they sing,

while quietly moving away,

daggers are all they leave.

End hasn’t reached quite yet,

It’ll take some more blank pages,

some empty days and alone nights.

Still the journey moves to find the one,

with whom destination of life can be reached.

One, who escapes the baggage of time and distance,

one who will remain.

To that one I will call true,

till then I still see you all as Friends,

Friends, though of different kinds.

The Gift

Poems dripped in passion,

bound by the string of this heart,

were the maximum I could provide.

Gifts of affection,

affection through words

were all this poor soul could strive.

Parchments which remind me of your fragrance

are kept near my bed.

To what has been done to those papers

which bore my signature , I fear.

Have you been asked to burn them?

Are they ripped and torn?

or like everything else,

they too have been thrown,

in a discarded corner, they are locked?

These were the splendours

my small , torn pocket

those days could only hope for.

But now you must have,

jewels that sparkle,

glittering and scintillating,

which brighten your glow.

To what must my gems stand now?

accessories to beautiful you,

surely those dry stones,

their shine must have worn off.

Picture of you is still there,

you glowing and dimming the shine of that candlelight,

kept hidden in a book,

on the binding of which

your name resides.

There are many more images

which are stacked away in this heart,

but they turning to peel away and fall.

As after the picture you had send me,

saying, to me and only me it belonged

So carelessly you put that on auction,

as an exhibit for this world to gaze upon?

These gifts and words were a part of my soul

a part which I had willingly sacrificed.

Laid down in your arms,

for a smile on your face

was all this poor soul had strived.

The gift of the forbidden, unspoken word

was the best this poor soul had tried.

Using that gift to ignite his heart again,

would that be the best way for the last good bye?

Let the poet sleep, disturb him not.

He sleeps in his wooden casket,

surrounded by your gifts and memories

and a flare that still burns in his heart. 

Shadow

See that morning sun,

those birds that chirp away

Till their sound die

I will be your shadow standing near.

Whenever you smile

Laughter is in the air

when you look back

dearth will stare back dear.

It will choke your voice,

shadow of your past reflected in your big eyes

Because I will be standing there.

Shouting out to the world you don’t remember,

Like the dying candle your love has flickered away,

to be replaced by a new blaze of passion?

Don’t tell the world,

Tell your heart

because in some obscure corner

my shadow resides there.

They say you have a heart of stone,

instead of a pulsating piece of flesh

a steel cage is stored.

But the last time I saw,

those muscles beat my name?

So have you exchanged,

All the love in the world

for hate, much more than you can take?

With each gulp of air

or swig of water you take

I will be standing there,

mocking you dear.

Don’t try and turn back

as the past you had burned with your words

It`s decays lie there.

The void that your mind had, unfulfilled

My shadow had succeeded in fulfilling.

But now I have been sucked into this stormy night

flying without wings and means

flying in this endless vast sky

which is slowly turning crimson and dry.

I am closer to the sun now,

it has magnified my shadow

it will engulf you,

and everyone for whom you die.

I had fashioned a goddess,

A goddess from clay,

which I revered as gold,

but slowly, sadly it has started to decay.

I take away my gold,

and leave the clay for other mortal to play,

I take away the luminescence,

but the shadow stays.

In the dark corner where the clay goddess stays,

My shadow still prevails.