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.
I see shadows in my dream.
And I see them when awake.
Elusive, fuzzy the seem
but I know they are not fake.
They appear for a reason
to tell I am not alone.
As they drift in my vision,
I believe I am their clone.
Time slips by, memories brew-
with my thoughts shadows accrue.
She wears his bracelet of love
where memories are preserved.
She smiles to veil the sweet pain.
And the brown beads calm her nerves.
The smile that surfaces is a pretence
that vies to hide the pain unforgotten.
The body at ease but the mind is tense,
and to conceal the wound the smile broadens.
There lies a clear path you want to take
but is blurred by us with our vague wisdom.
Unaware that your wishes are at stake,
you choose the path that many have ridden.
The soul oscillates to others’ rhythm,
and the heart beats to the melodies rolled.
But the chords are not what you would have strummed,
and the beauty lessens when others mould.
Little by little far you have been nudged-
wonder what if you had remained unbudged.
My soul is like a button-
shining but peppered with holes.
Though fragile, at times stubborn
till it fades and takes a toll.
I spin a yarn to appease
with spicy colourful threads.
New flavours erase the crease,
and iron out the loose shreds.
And as the lore weaves and pours-
the soul gets a fresh decor.
The rush begins in the mind.
And the hours seem like minutes.
Not a second to unwind-
the clock unkind, and mistreats.
Unaware you chug along
to reach somewhere but nowhere.
In this struggle to belong
you try to be everywhere.
But the living will not care
when you fade into thin air.
The fluffy black fur dazzles.
He watches with half closed eyes
-Someone has come to hassle.
This human race so unwise-
In lazy nonchalant way
the bushy broom-tail he wags.
With a yawn the bear-face sways.
Lo! Arise! The master swags.
He is done with human-time.
Waits for his partner in crime.
