Lonely

Lonely paths, lonely days,
Now that we've decided to go our different ways,
I miss those times when we talked long into the night,
those senseless talks, those silly fights,
But that day you changed it all,
Where did you go? Where are those days?
When your voice brightened my days like the sun's rays.
The comfortable silences, the heart to hearts.
I miss the times when you claimed your love for me was off the charts.
I know i told you to go,
Couldn't you turn back even once and see,
that i needed you bad?
But you found someone to replace me so fast,
I wonder, if our love was even meant to last.
How could you forget all those times,
the dumb games, the stupid rhymes?
I know i shouldn't say this when i was the one who pushed you away,
But now i wonder if you just didn't wanna stay.
Do you call her princess and write poems for her?
Do you tell her that you love her laughter?
Do you even think of me sometimes?
Or were you just pretending all those times?
Yes, i told you that you're free to choose,
that I'm strong enough no matter who i lose.
But i thought you knew, that you are my strength,
to be with you I'd go to any length.
I just wanted to do the right thing,
but i didn't realize that you'll forget me in a blink.
I pretended to be strong for you, so that you wouldn't regret your choice,
yet i hoped against hope that you'd hear the pain in my voice.
But you walked on and didn't even look back,
And I'm still here pretending that there isn't anything i lack.

Delusions

Deluded people living deluded lives,
and they think they know what pain is.
Taking about suicide as if it's just a word,
and they think they know what death is.
They don't know how hard it is to sleep at night,
when someone you love has just died.
Not because they couldn't help it,
but because they were not brave enough to face it.
And the pain they can't bear? - a blasphemy.
It isn't even a fraction of what their mothers underwent,
just to bring them into this world - to give them life.
Imagine her plight for her dead child.
They think they know what pain is,
Go ask the father whose son has died.
What have they seen? What have they suffered?
These deluded people, living deluded lives,
die a deluded death, never having known the worth of life.

Through the mind's eye

I close my eyes and I hear a sound,
Running water, joyful and unbound.
Leaping and roaring, swirling and swishing,
Loud slaps of waves crashing.
But the chaos yet fuels peace within me,
As I close my eyes and let my mind see.
Past the horizon, beyond the mundane,
My mind wanders off as I hear the sound of the rain.
Pitter patter of raindrops on the window sill,
Exuding calm as I stand still.
The raindrops purge the earth and all within,
Washing away my wrongs and my sins.
And I envision dew drops, sparkling and profound,
As they fall from blades of grass, purifying the ground.
And I find that sheer joy I can’t deny
Myself to feel through my mind’s eye.
And I can hear the wind howling through the trees,
Taking with it the seeds and the leaves,
It blows away the unwanted burden,
And yet, at the same time carries the pioneers of a new generation.
The wind of change does seem to blow,
As I close my eyes, beautiful sights through my mind do flow.
The wind flows in an endless stream,
As if a part of a lively, dazzling dream.
It ruffles the feathers of the birds flying high,
The feel of freedom none other can satisfy.
A dazzle of colour, gray, green and blue,
Circling and singing a melodious hue.
And my mind is held in the most beautiful trance,
As it sees colour and music, hand I hand dance
And such are the birds that sail the air free,
That in my mind’s eye I vividly see…
And far off, I hear the fain song of a bird,
Ecstatic that the sun is now peeping at the world.
The first rays pierce through the darkness to reach the earth,
Lighting up a vibrant world, increasing its worth.
I can hear the pigeons cooing and the monkeys chattering,
Each one expectant and eager for a new beginning.
And a benevolent sun does smile down upon us,
Through my mind’s eye I can see him relish the early morning rush.
And through my mind’s eye, I witness time pass by,
As the sun hides his head under the blanket of his great bed.
And like the mice who play while the cat is away,
The moon peeps over the dark forlorn cloud
And invites a din magnificent and loud,
Of hidden creatures, loyal to the dark,
But beautiful and graceful like the singing lark.
With their voice like melody, they dance and fly,
This is what I see through my mind’s eye.
Animals of prey gear up for the hunt,
They move about stealthily, nighttime has begun.
An eerie silence reigns all around,
Such peace is very difficult to be found.
And again time flies as if on wings,
And the sun rises once more to brighten up things.
It seta again making way for the night,
My mind’s eye has shown me the most wonderful sight.

The night she died

Murder was in his gaze,
As he seized her and slapped her face.
She knew then, she had to fight,
And that was the moment - she died.

He tore her clothes and scratched her arms,
but there was nobody to raise an alarm,
She tried to hold him back but he just pushed her aside,
And the second time that night - she died.

She did not even raise her voice,
But that animal, he left her no choice,
It killed her to do so, but she defied,
And a thousand times that night - she died.

When she begged him to kill her and he roared,
She couldn't hold it together anymore,
Her soul withered, she broke down and cried,
Coz that night along with her husband - she too died!!!

The endless night

After every morning there is a night,
Long, unending and a disappointment outright;
The last rays of the sun are peeping through,
And you long to cherish each and every hue;
But now, it won’t be long
For the light to disappear and darkness will come along.
Fiery…impossible to penetrate,
You can cry and despair all you want;
But of no use will be your rant.
It’ll torture, traumatize and make you suffer every instant.
And all the aids you have are just too blunt,
To pierce the darkness and set your soul free.
And yet you can’t stop and grieve.
All is dark; it’s impossible to see,
Where you are heading or what lies ahead,
You have to live with it and go on until you drop dead.

Unrequited

All the while you've been here,
there's been someone who was there,
to listen with bated breath, and hang on to each word of yours,
you might not have noticed but somebody cared of course.
Content to listen to whatever you might have to say,
cherishing each and every word that came her way.
On her every heartbeat your name was etched,
but happiness was not destined for the poor wretch.
She wanted you with every shard of her being,
without you, existence for her had no meaning.
But before she could fly fate chopped her wings,
and left her a shattered mess, the poor thing.

The Dove

The soaring sky beheld a sight,
Far above any mortal's might.
In the blue expanse stretching above,
I sighted a sweet little dove.
Symbol of peace flying carefree,
Perching from tree to tree.
There it was, spreading the message of love,
In this unruly world the sweet little dove.
Its fearless flight spoke louder than words,
That wars and violence are absurd.
It loved its freedom far above,
And tried to guard it, the sweet little dove.
Soon it disappeared from sight,
Gone someplace else to stop a fight.
Mankind might not heed its message of love,
But it didn't give up, the sweet little dove.

Repercussions

A young boy who’d been told often enough of the virtues of honesty,
Resolved to tread the same path even in difficulty.

He decided he’d never tell lie nor steal things,
Love all those around him, be they paupers or kings.

He knew the path he’d chosen was going to be tough,
And the journey he had initiated was going to be rough.

But his resolve was firm and his mind was set,
He wanted to find the truth in the advice that he’d never forget.

Saying so, he walked forth, never to turn back again,
To bear all that befell, sunshine or rain.

But how was he to know of the hardships to come,
For advices are not to be followed, only to be given by some.

The very next day at school, the teacher asked him a question he didn’t know,
He refused to cheat, even when proffered to so.

So he was beaten by his teacher for his ignorance,
But he bore his first reward of honesty with forbearance.

And later in the day when his teacher asked him if he had taught well,
He replied honestly, that he thought it was worse than hell.

The teacher was infuriated by his remark hence,
And he was beaten again for his insolence.

He uttered not a cry nor did he complain,
The path of righteousness was difficult to him it was plain.

When back at home his mother asked him how he’d fared at school that day,
His honest reply infuriated her straightaway.

So he was beaten once again,
The poor boy, his honesty did not go in vain.

And then, while playing his team decided to cheat,
But he was honest enough to point it out to the kids across the street.

Furious now his teammates told him to quit the field,
From their wrath, his honesty did not shield.

But the poor fellow bore it with courage and goodwill,
It was a small price for honesty, he decided still.

And when in the evening, he had guests at his place,
He honestly told them they’re a great nuisance on their face.

This remark annoyed his father no end,
And the poor fellow was grounded for the weekend.

All his agonies made him realize with tact,
That advices look good only in books is a fact.