Friday, April 28, 2017

Better and Worse

There are good things, and better and worse,
Moments colored and vivid, with others drab,
It's so weird to be happy always, or sad,
Tears streaming down the cheeks, in laughter or in pain,
Even a coin has two sides, but it's one which makes the difference,
It’s always about the first- friend, smile, appearance,
Hanging around for a while, till they fade away,
Mutilated by the next, and the next, for better or for worse,
The shadows build around, till a light blows them all away,
Not just a person, nor a feeling, a moment it can be,
To laugh, to cry, to break; may be one, may be many,
The series goes on till it all comes crashing down,
Relief it may be, a bud blooming in the cold grey snow,
A new life, a new beginning, back to the top of the list,
It all starts again with the first; it can only get better, or worse.

Saturday, April 15, 2017


A lot has changed as the clock has ticked, yet it feels the same,
Our paths crossing each other, again;
The dried leaves crackling under our feet, the wilderness still lush and full,
Hints of the wilting brush- brown, layered with the tears of the forest,
Signs of birth, of rejuvenation; of change, but not of difference,
The winds blowing through, a shiver of hope in the heat of the moment,
Is it you, or is it me; or both, as the greenery jumps back to life,
More than happiness, its glee; more than shock, it's relief,
A passing ray, visible for a second, and then not; close yet afar,
That's you and me; the epitome of freshness- evergreen,
Heads looking back, just as our roads; back to where we began,
Or away; the rain coming down in sheets, a cue to vanish; again,
More than love, its friendship; more than moments, it's forever,
More than you and me, it's us.

Monday, April 10, 2017


In the light of the beginning, we missed the shadow of the end,
It all left behind a void- tiny, yet a hole deep enough to burn,
The pain wasn't there, but it wasn't pleasant either,
A thought in itself, a dream in itself, fun in itself, a duty in itself,
It was all we wanted, and got it we did;
Ideas coming up and walking out, some taking shape,
The tape is playing again, the moment has returned to the spotlight,
Time is surely weird, or is it?
We had walked away one day, till it came back, and so did we,
All smiles, subtle remarks, it was the old against the new,
The time we shared together is still fresh in memory,
I doubt it ever will get old, nor will you, for me,
It's a new start, for the lot of us, the pack from when it began,
A beginning for you, a beginning for me, a beginning for us, again,
Tough like always, and simple- as everything remains with you,
We may have walked past the end, on a new route,
I doubt it will be any better, as best beginnings happen here.