Story that I tell...will always be incomplete!

How do I let you walk on my lawn
Would you only appreciate the sweet scent of flowers

Won't you see the crown of thorns, Though
My story lies not in the colors your inquisitive eyes see,

I feel I am betraying more than I can bear

Let you peep through a page of my book,
Sacred, what if only in my heart
Those delicate pages, are they not
The folding leaflets of a touch-me-not, Your soft hands,
Wont they leave behind finger prints

So I tell you only the highlights of my story
Letting you take the highways
while I guard my dirt filled country roads
A story lies in its minute details, So I bury my story
Away from all the archaeological excavations
Your interviewing eyes can dig.

And you smile

That bitter taste of lemon

Like a river flowing downhill, mere water

That accomplishes nothing

Another kite cut heartlessly

Where do I collect the remnants of that colorful flight

In this hollow dark night

A big lie, when they say

It’s all in the journey

Only meant to pacify the losers

There never is a middle ground,

Either you make it or you don’t; history will tell
Only that your run was not good enough

Did I actually see it

Or was it just another mirage in my desert
Beautiful but not a part of my story any more

And you smile, is it the end of a road

Or that of a journey, unkind future
to give a small hint.

Beyond the last blue mountain

All those who made it

Beyond the last blue mountain

I wonder, if your route took you through

The same valleys and winds

That block my sight and flight

Colored candies, beautiful gardens

Joyful evenings, and sweet talks

Were they offered to you as well

Just before the last blue mountain

Did you moan at all that was there for taking

And you did not take

Did you rejoice when you heard

The drum echoing in the distance

Did your heart stop beating

When you saw the last blue mountain

Did you live long enough to

Bask under the sun

Beyond that last blue mountain.

Lost souls

I don't know what the hell is going on
Not in my mind, not in the world around me
But I am omniscient!

Though I am a tortoise who works slowly and steadily
I watch movies instead of running the last lap
But I am ambitious!

I can't tell a friend from a foe
I have broken hearts with no regret, I have trusted fools worth no penny,
But you could trust me!

I see so many pictures, in the same old painting
I like a different color, on a different morning
But blue is my favorite color!

Promise of the passing time

A moment in life you have waited for

Has passed by and you didn’t see it

You don’t remember a knock on the door

You don’t remember a touch on the forehead

All you see is the traces of sand left behind

All you feel is the comfort in your heart

That the promise was kept.

The moment that takes the pain out of the past

The moment that takes away the fear of the future

The moment that makes everything perfect

Shall visit you when you least expect

You would never know when, but it would, my friend.

In the meantime, my friend, 

Don’t let the bitterness of all that has happened make you bitter

Don’t forget everything is beautiful if only you have the courage to make it beautiful

Don’t forget to be happy because happiness is only a choice

Don’t forget the people who stood by you…till that moment arrives!

There shall be that day as well

When the guilty feet revisit your paradise

You wonder what are they looking for in the ashes

Bones? but it was not body that was set on fire

You would have nothing to offer, no forgiveness, not even pity

And the paradise you are rebuilding has no place for the guilty

So that day shall pass too leaving no footprints …my friend!

almost!

I woke up to a dream of snakes, haunting enough
That I feel I am entering some disaster zone

Very early in the morning, I could feel the fatigue when I boarded the bus

What did I know, just around the corner
I would witness an act of kindness

That would make my heart almost dance with joy

Even if I am walking into a tornado, I thought,
I wouldn't mind for I am happy
And I would wear a smile in my heart

I was only standing by but
I feel like buying her a bouquet of white flowers
And saying 'thank you', if only I could

I look out the window, there I see,
Light blue sky with occasional white clouds,

One or two birds flying free and high,
Making me jealous
And I almost smile loudly

Just when I thought this was almost perfect
I almost missed my stop,
In the middle of the road busy with racing cars,
Scribbling my thoughts on the mobile,
Looking at the wheels of the trucks passing by,
I wonder what the tornado could be.

It's not home yet!

Storms hit my boat and pirates raid,
Just another sailor in the ocean, I often forget my boat.

I stop at an unknown land,
So beautiful I forget I am just a vagabond.

It took years, now I know it's not home yet,
And it’s already time to hit the sea, I fear I have forgotten to sail.

Tides are high, sea is hungry, I have left the shore, and boat doesn’t listen to me anymore,
Heart is expectant to see a wonderland where old tracks are not visible, no more.

And I wait for the mighty storm with thunder and lightning, to soothe my arid heart.