I gaze dreamily through the mist,
as the rain kisses the earth,
The dew descends on the grass,
and a longing takes birth.
To smile at your face,
while the wind runs through your hair,
To get drenched in this downpour,
so that no one sees my tear.

What a time it is for the parted souls,
to mourn and weep and mope,
Unseen in the privy fog,
lament covered under the cloudy cloak.
To pour their hearts brimming with grief,
like adding a drop in this deluge,
To let go of the dreams and memories,
which they no longer can use.

So I stand with my arms outstretched,
letting the breeze graze my face,
Submitting to the sky overcast,
absorbing the exhilarating pace.
For the water to seep through my skin,
and wash away all my pain,
And the wind to restore the life in me,
and dissolve my tears in the rain.

You smiled at me when everyone scorned,

You sang with me, when I was out of tune.

When I had no rhythm, you taught me to dance,

When I erred, you gave me another chance.

While I walked on, you took your turns to join me,

I can never be lonely, all the way you reminded me.

Braving the downpour, sheltering me from the sun,

We all would walk, skip, glide and sometimes run.

Some of us changed paths, but in my heart you will always remain,

I shall treasure our memories, for nothing they will ever be bargained.

Because you touched my tears, and turned them into pearls of joy,

You always stood by me, and never asked how or why.

Words are all I have to thank you, and even they fall short,

For inducting me in your life, and for crossing my path.

You shall always be a part of me, wherever I go,

This candle shall always burn, no matter how much the wind blows.

Sometime when I lie awake, and it’s cold and dark and still,

I can hear muffled voices, coming from deep within.

Of dreams unfulfilled, of promises unkept,

Of tales untold, and of thoughts unsaid.

I face the mirror, gazing into my own eyes,

In search of that candor, entangled in the web of lies.

I long for that beam, with which my face had once shone,

In place of this synthetic sheen, worn in the fear of being alone.

I walk down the forgotten lane, trying to resurrect dead memories,

To revisit the innocent laughter, recreate those beautiful sceneries.

I am met with no one, the lane is now a wretched wasteland,

It has all abandoned me, like through one’s fingers slips sand.

The dawn has cracked, my surroundings are filled with light,

I put on my mask, preparing for another wingless flight.

I leave my abode, hoping for the day to be endless,

I dread being alone with myself, cannot bear another night sleepless.

The deluge of voices in this sea of people,

Drowning the valiant cries of my struggle.

Where am I headed towards, I knew if only,

In the company of millions, yet so lonely.

The road has no name, it leads to every place,

I wonder if it will take me to the one, to whom I am not just a face.

I walk with countless bodies, but no one holds my hand,

No one makes me smile, no one to steer me to the bank.

I rummage for warmth, strain my ears to hear a symphony,

But all I am met with is the cold stares, amidst the cacophony.

I scan every vacant eye, search those faces of stone,

In the hope of a gleam, which will thrill me to the bone.

My heart says that he too waits for me, enduring the same pain,

Walking behind me, or crouched in the nook of some lane.

The universe will conspire for our paths to cross and eyes to meet,

After all good things come not to those who wait, but to those that seek.

Those nights I spent immersed in you,

Those days I began with your name,

Those moments in which you were so real to me,

Those times I believed things could remain the same.

In the past, it is so far far away,

But still seems like it was yesterday,

Refusing to leave my despondent thoughts,

Tormenting me, wreaking a havoc.

They have come, they have gone,

But somehow you seem to hold on,

To that lonely nook in my heavy heart,

Appears tiny but occupies the whole compass.

Love unrequited, answers unfulfilled,

Desires unaccomplished, or is it my own guilt,

Eager to return to that blissful place,

Going back there, tracing our steps.

I beg, I pray , I plead, I cry in dismay,

For your memories to go away,

So that I can again feel complete,

Savor every hour before they quickly fleet.

Life doesn’t cease, I still exist,

Going through the daily rituals, testing my grit,

With a silent prayer on my lips to whoever who listens,

Take me from the melancholy, don’t let my eyes moisten.

A Day in Life

I gaze into the space infinite, sparkling with stars countless,

While I voyage through the tar and bricks, where one is there, yet so faceless.

The moon follows my steps; it shines in all its glory,

Ah the benevolence it radiates; and I know that I am not solitary.

I reach my vacant dwelling; all weary and comfortless,

No one to wipe my silent tear; not a soul to whom I can undress,

Listless I gaze up again; and am met with mates illimitable,

Their splendor lifts my sullen face, and I know I am indomitable.

The birds are chirping and the sun has risen, freeing from the night’s embrace,

My mates have vanished and my grit is waning; the unsparing world again I have to face.

A fragrant breeze wafts from nowhere and brushes softly against my face,

I consume its ambrosial, rejuvenating scent; and I know that I am safe.

I set out again on my journey; the expedition for excellence and accolades,

I must brave the maddening tussle; I am sure I don’t want to fade.

The sun shines blazes on other’s heads; they think it is cruel,

But I see its unique hue of red; and I know that I am real.

I have lasted an another; a day of trial and tribulations,

Spoken to by a million tongues; but not a sign of appreciation.

It’s late and I walk back home; for them I have nothing but pity,

The moon comes back and I look at it; and I know that I am not empty.

His body is bruised, his strength is flickering,

His path his dark but he must keep running.

With parched throat and red eyes he rummages for solace,

He must keep running, because he doesn’t want the disgrace.

Neck deep in melancholy, he gropes in the mist,

Maybe he will find an angel, or maybe meet someone’s fist.

Loneliness is a sad affair, how he yearns for companionship,

But who is the one, how would he know, who will understand his fix.

Down the road he continues to tread,

In search of answers which a part of him dreads.

He stops short, what if that is not what I am looking for,

But who is he to decide the answer to the question he is tormented for.

All the world’s a stage, the Bard once said, and how well did he say,

All one can do is keep going and pray that he doesn’t sway.

At the far end of his path he spots a divine light,

A smile spreads across his face, the sky suddenly seems bright.

He races towards his destiny, for he has found his elixir

The answer to all his prayers, the key to all his dreams.

He now has a spring in his steps as he takes long strides,

He has a retort for every aspersion cast and for every chide.

He reaches the light and stands humbled before its glory,

“O Magnificient One, render a fitting end to my story.

I have stumbled time and again in the pursuit of triumph,

I am battered and bruised and I cannot bear to fall in any more slumps. ”

The light shines even brighter and blinds him momentarily,

And then it disappears, oh so hastily.

Engulfed with darkness he decides to run again,

After all he is a seasoned runner, be it in any terrain.

He leaves behind the place where he deemed his answers lay,

But as he runs he realizes that all his demons he has slay.

For success did not lie in any divine light shining,

Triumphant was him, the one who kept running.