Mystical Waves

And I watched the sea unfold

her mystical waves on shore.
Along strolled my thoughts untold-
waltzed in rhythm with the roar.
Each wave with its unique hum,
unrolled and caressed my feet.
Tingled with its frothy tongue,
dwindled the sand from beneath.
And so we talk for hours long-
the waves and me every morn.

The Retard

The human-bees swarm the station,

buzz about with apprehension.

Come morning, the grim faces

bustle without comprehension.

Amid this - lone stands a retard.

He hails, then smiles at each diehard.

A stranger to these strangers-

he mingles but they disregard.

Wonder-city.

Who needs pity?

Heartbeat

For whom the heart thumps so loud-

wherefore burns in agony?

Why sing to this mundane crowd

who wrench it repeatedly?

The clock ticks to alter fate,

unconcerned with time and cause.

And the heart tussles with haste

until its untimely pause.

And this hustle will not cease.

Memory is on short lease.

Diners

Commuting back from work amidst the noise.
I ponder over a nice place to dine.
Some place cozy where I'm spoilt for choice,
somewhere to gossip with a glass of wine.
I look out the window, my train zigzags ,
then pauses as the next station rolls by.
On the platform sits a small girl in rags
clutching old newspaper, handful of fries.
Wide-eyed she waits for her brother to join
who comes running flashing a toothy smile.
Soon they devour what is fetched by a coin,
relishing the meal earned once in a while.
The train rumbles on in the whizzing rains.

My belly grumbles but the hunger wanes.

Rain's Symphony

Sky rumbled like a drumroll.

Clouds beat about in rhythm.

As the wind whistled and trolled,

an earthy scent seemed to hum.

Rain dropped its watery note

that dribbled over the face.

With each chord the monsoon stroked,

a musical soul surfaced.

A tune soared from silent strings-

flapping melodious wings.

Guilt

The guilt gnaws at the conscience,
tearing non-societal thoughts.
It creeps in slow, then poisons -
its notorious ink blots.
The mind is a restless leaf
that flutters as the wind blows.
It sails tho the journey brief
since we anchor when it flows.
To trail beliefs is no grit,
nor the path that others writ.

                

Geometry

And when the pains multiplied-

from life was subtracted glee.

Mind from the soul did divide

till you were added to me.

I was in maze of circles,

trying to find an angle.

But root cause of all troubles

got lost in the triangle.

Then to reshape you entered.

And soon became my centre.