Smoke

She looks on the passing traffic.
The whizz and the busy honking.
People in their normal pursuits,
Going noisily about their business.
She looked at the milieu,
With mildly curious eyes.
Drawing smoke into her lungs,
Closes her eyes against the sun.
Not feeling its warmth, nor the noise.
For one sublime moment...
As the smoke curls inside her.
She keeps her words locked inside,
Too precious to be shared...
Treasured inside, away from sight.

Hey stranger!
Wont you ask her what they are?

Colonial Foolishness

Swirling smoke comes whooshing out.

Writhing and squirming, away it floats.

Beautiful clouds mist the sky.

Clouding the way as the train comes screaming by.

Awakened from their lazy slumber, the birds fly...

We begin a slow journey towards a sleepy town.

Warm in a sleepy blanket of white it sleeps, cares unknown.

Figures of people silhouetted against the smoky white.

Hundreds of stories fading into beautiful light.

A new day creeps up, lives change.

Darkness flies, mysterious minds remain.

A few fools like me trying a brush with heritage.

As if money can buy, the days gone by.

When ladies with beautiful hats,

And men with coat-tails like the ears of cats,

Travelled with dreams, with stars in their eyes.

As twinkling as the stars that lot the blade hilly night skies.

Settle down to a land unknown,Sipping tea in a cozy town.

We fools now search for those dreams.

Having lost our own little stories.

We just grasp at what doesn’t belong to us.

Not even realizing that by stretching out,

we cant grab dreams in our hands.

Just like we can’t grab a butterfly in its flight.

Or touch a rainbow's colorful bands.

PS:-Inspired by my recent sojourn to the hills of eastern India...especially the toy train ride from Darjiling to the small town of Ghoom(so named by Tagore).

Senseless

I am not perfect ,never wanted to be.
Never wanted anyone to idolize me.
How could I be so stupid and not see.
But thats the whole point I didnt see.
Messed up my life,messed up your life.
Cutting through the emotions like knife.
You were at a low phase, you wanted a guide.
I stepped into that role,always by your side.
But I was an introvert,still am.
Didnt let you know that I wasnt in control.
I was psychotic,I was a fool.
And when the relevation came around.
Your world came crashing down.
I dont whose fault it was,yours or mine.
For failing to see through each other all the time.
Then we moved on but still remained friends.
I could see you were walking down the wrong lane,to wrong ends.
And then I made another mistake.
I didnt stop you coz I thought you thought I was fake.
And then you saw what I really thought.
Mirroring each other,alike a lot.
And then we parted friendly strangers once more,
You walk on your share of clouds once more.


This poem is dedicated to someone.
If you are reading this I just wanna say Im sorry,not for my mistakes,not for yours,but for the time we could n should have spent together but we didnt.