In the sleepy town of Dontanpally

Snuggled up here in my quilt
Thinking about IBS days-
about every moment lived to its hilt

Soon we would be another picture on a wall
and some names on random certificates
These soon to be desolate corridors
will echo our tales

of the drinking binges,of latenight gruesome movies
unbearable mess food and on the rescue,binger's maggie

Now will i ever get incessently pinged on gtalk?
When to the busy sign people seldom paid heed
or will i see a desolate gtalk
offline friends and no status messages to read?

What do i value more,i do not know
Ride in a shared auto to downtown
or off to a swanky bar in a luxury sedan

Earnestly i try and hold on to this feeling
of belongingness,of being a student,
Bunking classes,proxies and all those mischiefs

But deep down i realize,all this will take flight
To catch smoke in a fist is not possible
It is impermanence vs my entire might

So here i am expressing my gratitude----
Certain moments in life i would cherish rather miss
the first bike,the first beer and the first kiss
Time spent here is no less indeed.

Communion

After a long wait here you were again
Letting me sip the wine of your eyes
Though from genorosity you did refrain

It was a brief interlude---
quickly your eyes turned away
leaving me intoxicated for days and days

in that brief moment
your eyes gave in to the inevitable longing
and the emotions betrayed the
veil of demeanour under which you were hiding.

sometimes centuries are not enoughto convey the implied
and sometimes it just takes a split second
and that twinkle of your eye.

Let the world rip me off and mercilessly leave me to die
but no one can ever take away
what is said between your eye and mine.

Rewind

i have heard big people say
We live life king size
regrets we have nay

so why do i want to enter the rewind mode
and make a quick exit from this dusty road

Undo i will all the excruciating pain and hideous scars
will land myself in the valley of shining stars

Though i must admit, all this while
Learnings i had plenty

But what utility will the learnings be
When the game is over and its time to leave

Wishful thinking of a utopian life
The arrow has long departed the bow
Reap i must now, what i did sow.

DOOR AFTER DOOR

Walking down the corridors of uncertainity

each step feels like eternity---

door after door being shut on you

it is as if you belong to an existence miniscule

never did i ever think

that i would have to prove my mettle

every time my eye would blink---

they said that be like a fragrance

even if you try to hold it in your fist

it spreads everywhere as does the mist

But alas!!!! the jury here had a blocked nose

impervious to the fragrance

i was welcome with closed doors.

Helpless and impotent,

still i knock at door after door

Maybe utopia is not a thing of folklores

who knows it is teasing me while awaiting

behind one of those doors.

MERRY GO ROUND

Another day comes to an end
some aspirations still impending
yet some contentment

isnt this what my life is all about
the swirling of a merry go round

it takes its sweet time to gather momentum
then for some time it is unstoppable
like the bullet of a gun

and then the realization dawns on you
the ride is over,off to home you go

Night then sets in, and solitude reigns
and when i think about
what i lost and what i gained.

Will tomorrow be any better?
Who knows?
With these thoughts i lie down
the answers lies in tommorows merry go round

UNSUNG SONG

A day i will pour my heart out

for eons which has been en route

they say i am an introvert

Lets just say, i didnt find the right audience

in front of whom my emotions, i will blurt

This song has not been sung, maybe it will never be

but its better to be unsung than to be a passing spree

The song requires understanding not appreciation

but it seems " only loud and flashy sells in the commotion"

and understanding i can never demand

spontaneous it is like a spell of a magic wand.

So wait i will some more years

one day i am sure you will say

"I am all ears"

The Naive Man

Look around and you see people furiously running

Frantically in pursuit from being to becoming

A naive man asked someone running to and fro

"Oh! Runner where are you headed to?"

The runner said "i myself dont know"

It is just that everyone did so

And i followed their lead and leapt long

For sure so many people cannot be wrong

I got so scared of being left behind

so helter skelter i ran

and gave it in the grind

The naive man asked the runner again

"Oh! Runner where are you headed to ?"

The destination is not my concern and frankly i do not know

everyone is running and i cannot be left alone

Let the crowds take me wherever they go

i will not give up even if it rains or snow

Now i have blinders on my eyes and a chasing mind

I only take note of who is ahead and who is behind

My only goal is to overtake the person ahead

irrespective of any perils the path laid

The only thing which gives shudders in my dream

is the person right behind me ,stealthily closing in"

Seein all the fuss the naive man got jittery

coz all this time he was snuggled up in his cocoon

Livng off the borrowed sunlight as does the moon

Where was he when the race started

when everyone else but him departed

It seems like its too late to start running now

Being competitive was never his cup of tea anyhow

Though its time for some serious contemplation

but somehow---- it seemed so silly

to run for the sake of defeating everybody

So maybe tommorow he will think about entering this race

right now it is time to savour this moment in its full grace

even at the risk of the world might calling him naive.