With the Sun...

Something went down with the Sun yesterday…and never came back…
It was time.
Though you keep your windows closed,
My voice will surely meander into your room…
And you will hear…hear incessantly.
I had spoken…
Words do come back...to haunt…
They get along well with the Sun.
But I won’t…
I am the companion of time…
And time left you behind…behind me…
You can stand up now alone…pretending to frown with the Sun…
But I know…know you well!
So be with the Sun…proud and strong in its glory…
I shall discover you anew…when you cry alone
At nightfall…

Bouquet...

Days…evenings…dreams…reveries…words,
Gathered into a bouquet over umpteen hours…
Tied together with a new, red ribbon…
Kept in a corner of the room…a witness to all the love…
Till a day...when it’s picked up and flushed…swoosh it goes…
Into the drain…lost into the ever-swelling sea.
The sea of lost love…

A poem...

A happy dip in cold, placid water,
A joke coaxing sad faces into laughter…
A warm hug from an old friend,
A caring hand from a tie that’s uncertain…
A smile lighting up a wrinkled face,
A loved voice…heard after many days…
A memory sheltering you on a cold night,
A guiding word when the path has no light…
A song cheering tired souls,
A story weaved by a gentle voice, wrapping you in folds…
A word of praise from a grave voice,
A right move made…without making a choice…
A timely help from a not-so-good friend,
A lovely gift that your neighbor sent…
A good luck wish from an untiring mother,
A lazy, long stroll in lovely weather…
A help you gave and promptly forgot,
A memorable lesson that a stranger taught…
A home warm and bustling with all your loved ones,
A life of contentment…lived on your own terms…
A heart willing to live…not merely survive,
A soul that not only exists…but knows…it’s alive!

Words...

I tell you…words are powerful.
The power of words!
The power of ‘power’ itself!
Have a look around you…
The air is full of them.
There they are…on the roads, on the walls, on your table…and in your head!
You walk, you eat, you dream, you shout…
All in a pool of words…
My closet too is full of them…
They tumble upon me as I open it…
Oh no…I don’t like them all…only the heavy ones…
I too am a connoisseur you know…
Justice, rationality, equality and right!
They are my favorites…
Well-chosen you say? Indeed…
Multi-purpose, multi-dimensional…well-fitting altogether…
But I use them sparingly…keeping them safely in a clean wooden drawer…
There are many who are after them!
‘Justice’ has a noble sound to it…
‘Rationality’ stands out on the page!
‘Equality’ has a pacifying effect…irons out the creases on foreheads…
And ‘Right’?…gives you a sense of your might?
You are right!
And even as I talk and talk…spilling them unheedingly…their price shoots up!
So let me check my drawer again…may be someone’s after them…
Justice, rationality, equality and might…
Who will possibly buy them for me again?
Oh no one…!
Words are powerful…so here I go!
Seeking ‘power’ in a pool of words…
Inside my clean, wooden drawer…

A Wait...

I waited for quite sometime you see…
It had been raining all day…
So I stood at my washed white window
Waiting to collect them in my hands…
And then pour them out,
Slowly, with a steady hand,
One by one into my life,
Drip, drip, drip…
I could see myself happy…
Colored in shades of a new life…
Waiting to live each moment…life after life…
And so it rained, and rained, pouring all day…
And I fell asleep…at last…empty-handed…
Deceived by it…again!
Yes…the rainbow…it never arrived with its bag of colours.