SIMPLY SENSED

I am just a messenger
I just express that expression
My worth is nil, I perish as I reach my destination.

I don’t hold on, I do not abondon
Not till you realise, the message I carry within.

Do you really need me?

Where have you lost that gaze?
That seeped into her poignant tear
Where did you leave that heart that heard?
The silent steps of his everlasting fear.

Have you forgotten that touch?
That sensed her coming as the bells rang
Did you orphan your powers to smell?
His fragrance as you walked hand in hand.

A smile is too simple to be read
Anxities are too effortless to be told
Only if you awaken your heart once more
26 letters are too unworthy to decode messages of any soul.

AS I REST

Far from separation,
Away from turmoil
I nurture a dream
That I call mine.

No reality, neither delusions of the prime
No limitations, till the end of time.

A dream that stays veiled
Away from the white and the dark peers
No measure of how pure its survival
Away from the evaluations weighing on smiles and tears.

I call it mine
In dark and sunshine
Its flaw isn’t crime, its sanctity my silent rhyme.

A dream that awakens
When a pair of eyes rest
A dream that progresses
When I go back to slumber nest

I may deceive this dream
But the dream is an honest friend
I promise I shall be a more faithful partner
But life is a tricky sea; its waves may force my promises to bend.

I am going back to sleep
Its time you light up my dark
Till the first ray brightens my soul
Stay my friend; give my imaginations a new start.

A LOCAL LEGACY

It’s mostly too late,
It’s rarely too fast
It’s never too early,
Its subject close to my heart.

I see it everyday,
See the fight royally at display
I wonder at the violence it brings out,
How we long to get a foothold in it everyday.

Amidst the world’s luxuries,
Its dullness stands long and proud
I see myself struggling in and out of it,
Am I too among the desperate I doubt?

You really need to give it a deep thought; sometimes you might have to rack your brains,
Just to understand what keeps on- the legacy of the Mumbai local trains.

STRUGGLER'S PARABLE

She feels like a fallen star,
Alone on the rugged ground;
The heights snare at her,
Her shine is fading, its unseen around.

She feels like a forgotten tune,
Her rythem lost, her melody breathless
The new song of the day has played her trick
Is time whispering, that the wait is endless?

She feels like the wretched flower,
She was promised life- a beautiful life
But the promise was an illusion and as the horizon darkens
She can see time raise that ugly slaughtering knife.

I see many of her stories everyday
Not just her…but of many hers
All for a few minutes on the 70 mm
She struggles for that blessing…while lives on the curse.