Masqueraders

Among the masqueraders  saw you standing sad,

Thought you were one of them so I wasn’t glad,

But times unfolded and proved  much wrong,

Happy to see you unmasked now for so  long,

Childishly you peek from behind the bough,

Exuding brilliant colours like a rainbow…..

To

To watch the morning sun arise,

To watch the buds coyly mesmerise,

To watch the squirrels play gleefully,

To watch the myna sing melodiously,

Oh! My heart so longs for such time..

Is this the life I dreamt of to be mine?

Voice

Heard it in the distant land,

With a voice oh so grand,

Compelling to keep going,

As if the travail all knowing,

I may lose hope and succumb,

But the voice never goes mum….

Wish-2

I wish not for the entire ocean

But for the little drop that was mine,

I wish not for the blossoming garden

But for the demure flower that was mine,

I wish not for the absolute symphony

But for the single note that was mine,

I wish not for the integral life

But for the endearing moment that was mine,

I wish not for the congregation

Only you who were mine…..

Just when...

Just when she was lowest on confidence,

Just when she had lost all sense,

Just when everything looked doomed,

Just when life had zoomed….

Just when the land had parched

Just when the good times had marched,

Just when the grass refused to go green,

Just when the moon had lost its sheen…..

Came clouds of rain and gaiety,

As if presence of some deity,

To wipe all tears and bring smile,

Like a Circus Clown in colourful guile,

But is it all illusion?

But is it all confusion?

If so then why is it so real?

With terms and conditions in a deal?

Only time will raise the curtain….

To show if the change is for certain…..

Gulmohar

Two sturdy Gulmohars, stand separately,

Withstanding storms on their own entirely,

To the human eye they barely seem to touch,

But underneath their roots are intertwined as much…….

But

Dreaming but frozen that dreams may come true,

Thinking but trembling that it may convert into action,

Speaking but cant bear to hear the truth spoken by others,

Certainly not doubting  but petrified to trust……

We

We both felt the same tides, U as Pearl, I as Pebble
We both covered the same sky, U as Sun, I as Dove
We both experienced the same temple, U as God, I as weakling....

Heart with many a devoted  trepidation,

Ocean at  dogged  consternation,

No, not assuaging it this time,

What if a certain gem becomes forever mine…..

Wish

Want to kiss the azure sky,
Feel the dew on the Pansy shy,
Listen to the lullaby of the butterfly,
And watch the moon peacefully lie…
Look into the eyes of the Sun
Ask a pertinent question,
What have I done? What have I done?

Walk

Had walked the garden before, But what is it that I missed?
The flower in the corner ?Or the thorn underneath?
The heart asks “Why take the walk again?”
The flower may have wilted beyond recognition,
And the thorn may give excruciating pain…

Box of Life

Found a box in the backyard crimson in color,

Was glistening shiny with an unknown odor,

Around it hovered myriad butterflies,

Somehow brought memories of forgotten ties,

Should I open and kill my curiosity?

Or what if it was a harbinger of adversity?

I

Well, well, I can never say,

Even though I ponder all day,

Which is easier to placate,

All my love or all my hate?

Oblivion

Mundane life made me oblivious of myself
Till the Nightingale whispered in my ears,
The rainbow mesmerised my heart,
The rains purged my soul,
And the stream took my breath away….

Surrogate

Deafening  silence for  delectable laughter,

Naïve pupil for learned mentor,

Cold twilight for warm morn,

Stony hills for fields of corn,

Bestial drought for succouring rain,

Inclement numbness for benevolent pain…

The Unknown Tidings

The young Fella embarked on the journey of thousand miles,

With an empty bag and a thinking mind,

A heart full of hopes and the eyes full of love

Unaware of the tidings that were to come….

The sun bestowed warmth, the rains happiness,

The air breath and the earth life,

It garnered all in its bag and moved ahead

Unaware of the tidings that were to come….

Came along notes to complete the harmony,

It  sounded so good and the soul felt happy,

It garnered all in its bag and moved ahead

Unaware of the tidings that were to come….

Then came a storm annihilating every tone,

The notes were disoriented  and the harmony forfeited,

It garnered the remains in its bag and moved ahead

Unaware of the tidings that were to come….

Moving along came an oasis,

With trees and friends and life galore,

It feared to garner them in its bag and move ahead

Unaware of the tidings that were to come….

Could the fella  prevent the  sun from bestowing warmth,

Rains happiness, air breath and the earth life?

How can then it prevent  facets and souls from coming along?

It garnered them all in its bag and moved ahead

Unaware of the tidings that were to come….

Roses and Lillies

In the puzzle each block plays a crucial role towards the completion of the whole scenery. It is only when the right block pieces are correctly placed that a final picture can be culminated. One block misplaced and the picture is incomplete. Sometimes mistakenly the block pieces from the other puzzle are placed in the puzzle and the picture though looks complete but somehow something looks out of place. But what happens when we knowingly place the wrong blocks from the other puzzle to make our picture complete? Does it really give us the desired scenery? Why did we even think of using the other blocks in our puzzle? To complete the picture that we initially thought was incomplete? To give a new hue to our picture? To experiment if the new block adds an interesting view? Or we wished to dismantle the other puzzle?

Just like the block pieces, every person or relation plays an important role in completing our Life puzzle. Slowly and intelligently putting the pieces together helps us to get the picture of our choice. But often than not it is witnessed that after the creation of the picture, the creator begins to fret. We foolishly initiate our search to add colour, excitement, adventure to our already perfect picture. This Satanic side of us pushes us hard to believe that there is something lacking in the garden of our scenery. Probably our favourite Rose is getting to lose charm. It does not have the same aroma nor the same tinge of red. We now prefer a White Lilly  than Red Rose. The size of the petals a little larger, no thorns and yes a brilliant new aroma. Now if we choose to change the flower out of our brazenness how can the rose be blamed? We may convince the White Lilly  to be a part of our garden but can this new flower  be blamed? We carry the Red rose on our heart sleeves to make the world feel that we are soulmates. But if that is so why choose the White Lilly  ? Why burn our own castle and arrogantly claim that our own hands will not get burnt. If the Rose is being replaced somewhere in your heart, will your heart not feel the pain one day? And yes, what does the White Lilly  do? It sees the world praising the two of you as Soulmates but deep inside it sympathises with the Rose…..what will happen if the Rose comes to know about the real you? It is so very difficult for it to be a witness to this farce and yet remain silent…

We must understand the role each person plays in our life. Anybody who comes in touch with us has to play some part. This part may be comprehensible to us at times and not so comprehensible at other times. They may play a role that we cant even think in our figment of imagination. May be for us that role does not exist in the very first place…but whatever role they play or we choose to play in others’ lives make sure we don’t take the other person’s place. Lets not dismantle the structure already in place. We must carve our new position if we intend to play a role in their life at all.

The garden that you nurtured with angelic hand,

Does not appeal to you any more,

You tempt a new flower as a friend

But don’t let your Rose get sore…..