Friday, December 25, 2015


The puzzles of time are too divine to comprehend,
It’s an anagram of the past, yet a synonym of the future,
A tale written in letters so different from each other,
In colors so vivid, a spectrum of hues clustered,
The beginning is always so strange and subtle,
An aura of mystery lining the prophecies made,
People so similar and people so different,
Bend under the force, irrespective, or they don’t,
Its two smiles at the finish, with many more to come,
Or a river flowing, tracing a new path in the sand,
We stood so close, we stood as one,
Yet far enough to hold the both of us upright,
Fighting the storms, and rowing through the whirlpools,
We savor the still seas as they pass by,
We have a reason to stand by; we have a reason to believe,
To wait, to feel, and to allow the hands of time to race ahead,
Everything’s so tough till it’s hidden in the bag,
And then it’s just a walk in the park.

Sunday, December 6, 2015


There was a puzzle, with all its pieces shuffled,
Till the new day rose with a sun so bright,
Mysteries solved and conundrums corrected,
The light was you, a star in the dying night,
A rage to run afar, a fire to race ahead,
It was a hand to lead, a map for the mirage,
I tried to push away, afraid to consume the light,
Only to lose the way in the dark,
It wasn’t a hand to leave; it wasn’t a heart to bereave,
A mistake to let those eyes blink,
To blur in the veil of sorrow, dripping slowly,
Some things to change, small, yet meaning so much more,
Large distances to cover, to hold back the breaking land,
It’s all but a reason, a gift to savor for life,
A heart to store and never give back, nor mine to take,
A promise and a dream, never to break,
Just a smile, your smile, something to see forever,
All with a hand, never to leave, here to stand, just for you.

Friday, December 4, 2015


There comes a day when the maze clears,
There comes a day when there are no fears,
Everything's clear like the summer sky,
It’s just like a dream- to chase, to soar, to fly,
I know what I felt in the days gone by,
It’s still there, but just not as high,
Watching through the thicket, waiting for time,
For the precise moment, just not enough to be sublime,
It was all a thought, a feeling, a feeble cry from the heart,
But it was just me; I forgot you played a part,
It hurt like hell- still does, yet it cleaned the past,
I’ve lost memories and scars alike, not smiles,
I never had thought that it could all happen so fast,
It’s a clean slate now I guess, not so clear though,
The dust is setting in the ridges; it’s starting to flow,
I want to smile, yet I want to lament in the pain,
It’s just a feeling of absence, just a bit to refrain,
I want to hide the whole of me; the now empty box is tempting,
Pretense is the game I wish to play,
Lest for a wish too strong, for a face, for a smile.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Never Gonna Be Alone

It all began with the words I said to you,
And with what I didn’t as well,
It all came down in a moment of surprise,
I knew where it all was headed,
Shaking my head, yet smiling all the time,
I’m walking the road all over again,
I know exactly how it feels like, I hope you don’t,
Nothing’s changed, there’s not a speck of dust new,
The dunes haven’t shifted, the clouds unmoved,
Just a picture back from memory,
It all snaps away as I see you smiling,
The arid desert now a flowing blanket of green,
It’s a conflict, more like a war with a predefined slayer,
A tumult of emotions flowing haywire,
Disguising it is all I can do, to save it from your sight,
Wounds unhealed, scars reopened,
And an old smile unleashed from the dungeons,
It all comes with a price, I guess mine is you,
It’s a wish to smile again; it’s a wish to return,
A wish to stand tall alongside you,
Just for a promise I made,
You're never gonna be alone.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Distorted Masterpiece

Some moments pass in a blur, and some linger,
Playing with the past, gently toying with time,
And some stay on, clutching at thoughts for dear life,
A wish is strange, until it comes true, yet so meaningful,
It’s all a figment in the mind, until the mirage breaks,
The ripples cracking the canvas which the eye wanted to see,
Shards flying all around, the tiniest hurt the most,
Pushing through the unhealed wounds,
Raking at the scars, hidden yet not sealed off completely,
The urge was too much to handle, sheer dominance,
Till you punctured through the palaces I had built,
That’s two to remember, and to stand through,
Yet I’m standing, holding firm, I guess I am,
I’m fighting, and it’s against myself, just for you,
It’s come back, the time, the memories, just one part of me gone,
And all that’s changed is the picture I’d drawn.