I am....

I bring a smile to your face,
When I ruffle your hair,
You can only feel me,
As you close your eyes,

And dream of hot summers and warm breezes,
Or wish for cool winters,
I accompany you in all seasons,
In all moments, on all occasions,

But then I disappear,
And the leaves don't breathe,
The stillness dulls you,
It aches in you, throbs in you,

So you build a high wall,
To capture me the next time I come around,
I resist once,
I resist twice,

I break your wall,
And break free again,
For I am the wind,
Only a fool would try to contain me,

Instead, wise women have advised,
Don't try to capture me,
For I'm the sand that'll slip out of your fingers,
I'm the water that'll dry in your palm,

I'm the wind that'll never stop,
Instead of trying to stop me,
Spread your wings and come fly with me,
Come, see the world as I see it,

Beautiful twilights that only seem pink from earth,
Twinkling starry nights not hidden by clouds,
Waves hitting the coasts for miles and miles,
Rolling green meadows with violet tulips,

I might disappear once in a while,
Just flap your wings harder then,
And soon you'll find me by your side,
Lifting you, taking you with me to eternity

No comfort

I found this poem in some old chat conversation that I had with a friend.. I don't even know why I wrote it.. I guess it was just one of those sad moments when writing a poem seemed to be the best way to let it all out..  Expectations to sadness,
Giving way resentfully to anger,
No comfort, no comfort,
From one friend to another,
Even well known enemies to surrender,
My heart tearing, little by little,
For every back to my face,

Suicide is cowardice,
This state is transient,
Yet no relief seems in sight,
No light at the end of the tunnel,
No sense that it is a tunnel,
Wandering in a stupor of melancholy,
Seek comfort in the smile of a stranger,

Dance with the whistling wind,
Sing with the tear filled echo,
Converse with the sleeping street dogs,
No comfort, no comfort,
Unknown thoughts giving way,
To unknown emotions searing,

Why does this happen to me
Why is it so painful
How does one reduce attachment to oneself,
How does one get to the root of suffering,
Fake smile does light up the mirror,
But no light for the heart in eternal darkness... 

The sublime confluence..

In a dreamy state of mind,
Her face peeped out the window,
A smile appeared on her lips,
A pretty picture she made,

The cool breeze blew her locks astray,
The sun warmed her countenance,
A shadow of a smile her only acknowledgement,
Of the beautiful contrast between the two,

A thought hopped past in the meadows of her mind,
Of the breeze on her face and the sun in her eyes,
Can anyone looking at me, she wondered,
See this beautiful surprise?

At this point it occurred,
A strange connection between the poet and his muse,
The thought became the girl,
The girl became the poem...

Image source: http://www.123rf.com/photo_4843196_photo-of-pretty-passenger-looking-out-of-train-window-with-wagon-near-by.html

What difference a good vocabulary can make

The original poem:

Oh glorious sleep

Why do you elude me so

At times I haven't deserved

You've engulfed me unreservedly

Now I lie with illnesses aplenty

Reaching out for your healing touch

I toss and turn and sigh and puff

Still you elude me, heart and soul

I tried all remedies,

I sung myself a lullaby,

Still you wont be bewitched

To give me some rest

Stop me from thinking

From bemoaning my sore throat

I have to greet the sun,

As it ushers in a new dawn,

Oh sleep, sweet sleep,

Do not elude me so

My tearful eyes plead to you,

Come to me, hold me in you

 With better vocab,

Oh glorious sleep, why you think me so derisive

When in need, I have found you so elusive

Yet when a reward is not seemly

You’ve engulfed me so unreservedly

Now when I am so rife with illness

Your healing touch is next to godliness

With gasps and sighs, I spend the night

You can take away my pain and my blight

I’ve tried all remedies for this malady

Even tried singing myself a lullaby

Yet you just don’t make an appearance

To remain sane, I call thee with deference

Remove this thought and all this dote

This bemoaning won’t cure my sore throat

The sun will usher in a new day within the hour

I have to start afresh and can’t afford to cower

You’re everyone’s desire yet so delusive

Even at this late hour you aren’t suffusive

I beg for you to take me away

To a land where dreams hold sway

So dear reader, which one's better?
I've written the first one. Since I couldn't get it to rhyme, I asked my friend Chinmay to help me out. He's written the second one. The difference makes me want to pick up a dictionary and absorb it like that robot kid from Small Wonder.


p.s. the image shows how I look when I'm sleeping.. Instead of the duck, it's a dog :D

Image courtesy: http://funnyanimalpictures.net/img-sleeping-cat-1146.htm

Adrift...

From the comfort of her home,
She spied a shiny object,
Curious and excited,
She stepped out to discover,

On reaching the spot,
To her dismay,
It wasn't a shiny pearl,
But a pebble reflecting the moon,

As she looked up,
She saw another shiny object,
That one must be a diamond!
She set forth to discover again,

Just as before,
It wasn't a pearl,
But a pretty sea shell,
Reflecting the moon,

At another distance,
She spied a colorful sparkling object,
Thus she took another step,
Towards another discovery,

Not realizing with every step she took,
Her perspective changed,
She walked farther away from home,
Chasing glittering worthless gold,

And so far she reached,
In her pursuit of shiny objects,
She could not find her way back,
To the comfort of her home,

Now she wanders alone,
Shiny things no longer bedazzle her,
Her biggest loss is,
Home and comfort do not befall her...

My mind - A poem

The mighty Atlas,

Bent on one knee,

Back arched painfully,

Holding the entire world on his shoulders,

My mind wanders,

From one trouble to the other,

And finally bends on one knee,

With back arched painfully,

Weighed down by worries,

As heavy as the Earth,

Or so my heart feels,

As it believes my mind,

Along comes a friend,

To share my troubles,

My burden isn't halved,

But easier to bear,

With a heart full of hope,

And a face with a smile,

The burden still exists,

But easier to bear...

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Suicide

The rising number of suicides for seemingly silly reasons has prompted me to write this poem. Although I am not in that person's shoes, hence I am no one to judge if it was right to commit suicide, but even so, it seems that this "last" option is being taken up very eagerly by people who suffer even minor setbacks. 

Reprimanded by my school teacher,
Failed a very crucial exam,

Dumped by the love of my life,
Falsely accused by all my colleagues,

All these problems, and many more such,
Not bourne by a single person, but a motley bunch,

All trudge on towards the end of the cliff,
Where the earth meets the sky, the ocean, the horizon,

Do they hesitate? Do they yearn?
For some understanding or help?

A hug, a kind word, an "everything's going to be ok",
Said at the right time, could have saved them,

Are we weak or plain insensitive?
No distinction between people who commit suicide and those who don't,

All it takes is one major failure, or even a minor one,
In today's increasingly fragile world,

To turn from you into "them",
Similarly walking towards the end of the cliff,

A hug, a kind word, an "everything's going to be ok",
Is all that is required, to save "us"...

Happy Birthday, Manna

Fighting with Dad to have you on my lap,

Reassuring him that my 5 year old body can take your weight,

Grunting about what a heavy baby you were,

But still trying to understand, what's a little brother,

Hitting you with tennis balls while playing,

Being (maybe) partially resposible for your huge specs number,

Bullying you, getting teased by you,

Pakistan pinches India, and India hits back!

Pakistan goes crying to US(Mom) for help,

And India gets a stern warning,

But behind US's back,

India Pakistan conspire happily again,

Watching you gain medals in Karate,

Seeing your strength increase day-by-day,

Taking inspiration for studies from you,

My blue-eyed bro was good at all,

Birthday after birthday,

I wished I did something special for you,

But each birthday just goes by,

And all I can do is wish you,

I wish you the best of health,

I wish you all success,

I wish you a responsible & happy life,

Dear Bro, I wish you many happy returns of the day!

Poetry in motion..

Image Source: http://zotwire.uci.edu/images/zw_uploads/


When did you learn to dance?
Did you learn at all?
When did you care to sing?
Did you never get a chance?

When did you feel like playing?
Was there no one around you?
When did you splash colors on a wall?
Were you never 2?

When did you run like the wind?
Did you lose your breath?
When did you remember to live?
Did you? Do you? Will you?