Age, and Love!

 Fond memories flash across the mind,

Old melodies still make the heart flutter,

Familiar aches still wring the heart,

Yet we have aged!

They say, age is just a number....

Numbers muddled and forgotten!!

Time slipped through the fingers!

And here we are!

Greying  and withering and bending and....

And ageing!?

Those days of new-found youth,

Those moments of stumbling upon love,

Those years of friendship and promises!

It seems like yesterday!!

Those were yesteryears....

Now fragments of the past,

Yet close to the heart,

Bits and pieces of me!

Let me pick those up

And preserve in a box, 

Some day, some Pandora will open it!

Those bits will acquire wings and fly...

To the unknown, to the oblivion, to the freedom.

Questions, And Answers!

 Questions...  And answers, 

Even questions without answers! 

The soul is torn and pricked and pronged,

For answers which do not exist!!

I am My Mind, my mind is My Soul,

And I exist.... Beyond your questions!

Nothing bothers me now

Answers have never been the goal.

Catharsis!

 I promise myself that I will be happy.

Happiness escapes grip, like an illusion!!

I promise I will transcend the anxieties.

Anxiety and stress rule everyday life!

I promise myself tomorrow is a new day.

Depression too has a new face!

Can I find refuge in writing?

Venting out... Will it act as a catharsis?

May I just burn out all emotions?

And may I just emerge anew?

May the art prevail over the artist!

May it burn down the negative emotions!

May it purify the soul and crown it afresh.

Amen.

The Desert!

 Endless stretches of sand, 

And cold chilly gusts of wind, 

Blowing the grains from here to there.... 

That describes the innermost core of the heart! 

A sudden numbness seizes the arteries... 

The blood congeals and a stinging pain! 

Oh, the loss of that warmth of sunshine! 

The burning fire and zeal of youth! 

Shall I end it with a note of hope...? 

Of reclamation, redemption, of resurrection? 

The oasis stands in the distance

Cloaked in the semblance of relief!!

Love, its birth!

 Love can do miracles... 

You plant a seed, water it, nurture

And suddenly... Love blossoms! 

A beautiful thought, well-cherished, 

Finds expression in words... Love is born! 

A haunting tune caressing your mind, 

As a song gushes out... Love finds flight! 

A half-formed image in a morning dream, 

Suddenly becomes a reality...Love finds home! 

What's in love that's not Creation? 

What's in love that's not a part of us!

Betrayal

 The tingling sensation of betrayal

That never lets you sleep.... 

A single nerve throbs on the temple.... 

And a churning ache in the stomach!

A fuming rage that oppresses the brain-

The lies, told and untold,  

That take a monstrous shape.... 

Will the Phoenix rise again from its own ashes? 

Can it transform itself into a dove? 

The world witnesses the burning of the bird.... 

But resurrection is a myth, much awaited!

Pieces of life!

 The vase that I kept on the shelf... 

With so much care, such love

Fell on the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces... 

Each piece tells a different story, a different life.. 

Alas! There's no Mary Poppins 

To whirl the umbrella and fix it!! 

Fix it as before!! Is it possible?? 

Old friendships, old relationships... 

Are they existing in those pieces? 

One by one each piece shall be picked up:

Now the question remains..... 

Is fixing worth it?

Or should the pieces go down the gutter.... 

Memories, pleasant or otherwise 

Never bring happiness!! 

Still we live, with pieces of life... 

Perhaps collected in a jumble, wrapped in a cloth... 

Willing to discard, yet clinging to those hapless bits. 

Life is all about fixing...!! Or, unfixing, perhaps!

The Undaunted Soul

 No matter how much you crush me,

Trample on my confidence, 

Burn my self respect and get contented... 

I will survive and hold my head high... 

With useless pride for what I am, 

What I was, what I could have been, 

If my world was different... 

Suppose in another universe, 

Another plane of existence, 

I have done what I can dream about... 

Another  me has already achieved all 

The useless things that I falsely pride on... 

With that satisfaction I will gather the crumbled pieces, 

Pick each one, glue it, stick it and restore.. Myself! 

And the world will smile again, 

Sing with me, and join me in my revelry! 

The soul cannot be chained... 

Free as a bird will it fly... Higher and beyond!