Pretender

 

For all my act and pretence

I say not what I so want. 

Though surely knows my each sense,

they now come creepingly haunt. 

Quiet have been my desires

as they found no fire in me,

I know I am a liar

for true self I dared not be,

Hopes melt if your wishes stall-

the mirror shall not recall.

Stranger

 

I am a stranger in my own city.

The sea is messy, the malls are pretty.

Things appear plenty but do not reach all.

Many need what few hoard- what a pity!

Something

 

I was something to someone some time back,

and felt the power of her deep love-sighs.

And whenever my words the magic lacked,

I made up with my dreamy soulful eyes.

But I rode the wave of fame for too long.

And the curse of pride silently seeped in.

Her soul ached but I was blind to the wrong-

The prophetic signs were a confused din.

One fine day, that something, she felt no more.

And when I deciphered it was too late.

Our ephemeral bloom quickly turned sore-

All I could do was eternally wait.

I sit back, reflect, on the past I dwell-

What she felt, now I feel, and I would tell.

With Her

 

A morning, with her, coffee. 

Gossip, laughter, scrambled eggs. 

Bells echo, muted TV. 

Long chair, windows, lazy legs. 

Hawkers, bird tweets, sun’s ascent. 

Broom, dry clothes, hot water tap. 

Incense, flowers blush, oil scent. 

Trees sway, dreamy eyes, short nap. 

Evening, shower, chai and fries. 

Swing, songs, wine, curry and rice.

Cat"s Paws

 

Cat has walked on my windshield.

Her paws tell she is strong built. 

A rat roams in the bonnet. 

Hope her hunger is fulfilled.

In Search

 

I search for what i not know

in trying to reach beyond.

My soul seeks a summer glow-

wanders boundless in its want.

When what i seek i behold,

I find not much to rejoice.

For its charm seems dull and old-

I look for another choice.

Ephemeral is my gaze

in the eternal hedge maze.

Pen

 

I write the version they tell,

and not the one that I know.

But when their emotions swell,

they compel my ink to flow.

Sometimes I am beautified

with fancy letters engraved.

But fill me when I have dried

for I belong to the brave.

Past, present, future I tell-

hope my words will cast a spell.