Smiling tears...

It’s been a while and is going on
Little by little
Things are falling apart,
Unusually happy with the own.


To believe it’s true,
That there are roads still left in both of our shoes;
But Silence is something we share.
 If the silence takes you,
Then I hope it takes me too,
and for that understanding, I write thus.


I knew we were lost in the same thought.
Is that why our world is still apart?
If you feel the same I feel
Why did the thoughts wander?


Like the sleepy dances
of treetops on windy night
Like the Stilted prose, sullen verse,
faint lyric milled beyond sight.


I gurgle and rustle and scream,
sans words I languished in drought.
Until all that changed
was lonely night and lonely day
For me to dream of answers to unasked questions.
For me dream of wisdom and strength.
I know what holds me back, sets me free too.
When I dream its new me, untarnished, and unhurt, whole again!!

And What now ?

Everything turned topsy-turvy.
Nothing worked-
Neither KAL HO NAA HO Sharukh nor
The Munna’s jaadu ki jhappi.

I never bore this gloom,
as if its end of the whole thing.
Some patted me for growing up,
some cursed me to death for the rupture.
Probably I am a little crazy, immature, and/or neurotic all on my own.


Driven, but prone to moments,
whine and mope are awfully emotional to turn around.
 Be it for the most rational person ever.


But again, the natural instinct of marketers never change even in relations,
unless Pareto’s thumb rule is applied satisfactorily.
Nevertheless, it is too harsh of choice to be ridicule.
Yet I am frenzy over a boy who never called.


Then Helen Keller’s happiness quote opened the doors*,
Yet again mix of emotions evoked.
But something changed-
The two swept over me and neither of them is longing.
Strange but true, as his accusations,
That I am obstinate personified.
If ever, I not let him go.


I admit at the jealous of his new life without me,
And of his happiness, but more than that I am RELIEVED
Of the great silence he vents.


He also knows, I am stuck in a stature
Vacillating between 6 and 75 year,
Throwing up temper tantrums when he ignores my texts for more than an hour,
But again drives up a wall with incessant chatter like a full weekend is ours.


I may not cook,
I may be messy
But I know what looks pretty for him.
Someone ask the dumper,
Will he find anyone like me! 

The chuckling sarcasm would
Certainly say, `that would be a point'. 

*“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” ~ Helen Keller.

More than a few words...

That came as the waft playing its kink
for the desire I craved,
that you would be by me every twilight
with time extending boundaries to no edge.


But my heart snivels silently,
in the gentle wind scorn
Of the never fallen shower,
Oh my chap!
That whole world is part of the stratagem.
Yet I never stopped waiting in the offing.


My time never agreed without you -
it seems thorny now to compromise...
I should see just you
is the feeling yet again everyday...
By the God you love.


That jiffy will tell you the condition of mine
of first promise we gave,
if ever my feeling could articulate.


You're the shine of my shade,
of which I am a nomad...
In story of my heart that world is electrifying.


You’re the soul of mine
as it was meant to be.
I know you feel it too
But how long can I live on dreams...
Now appear, bustling the heart’s dread.


Both of my mad eyes,
bottomless to see you every moment
and the smile on my lips 
rushing to show off as the way you adored.
Now at least show up 
no more I can placate them,
I had no control over them.