A moment, A lullaby.

There is a short moment when I wake up…

When the line between reality and dreams is almost blurred.

There is a short moment of absolute peace…

Before the troubles and long forgotten woes come rushing in.

A minuscule moment of bliss, so sweetly sublime…

Where I feel that alls right with my life, the worlds just fine.

A moment of dreams so real, that I can almost reach out for…

That tiny split-second moment makes me want to go to sleep.

World on Pause Button

Life dances with her shiny twinkled toes.
Madly round and round 

                                             ................a carousel.

The melodies play on a bitter sweet mode.

Lovely tinkling noise

…..….a murky brook.

They go around from mouth to mouth.
Words don’t matter much

.............sinking sand.

People have their colorful masks.

They say "I do"

                                                      .........they don’t.

Sitting on the cold park bench.

Watch the world go by

                                             ........…..a mad rush.

Felt you when I wrote the last line.

In white moonlight glow.

  ………..was sleeping.

Have the world on a pause button.

Coz my world is bigger

                                 ….than you can ever imagine.

For some romances last...even after they are over.

I'm saying goodbye even before I say hello.

Every time I am just walking out the door,

When I haven't even tried turning the key.

For it is only in my loneliness do I find you.

It's in the whisper of time that I hear you.

Softly brushing against my skin in light teasing,

Of memories--dark and light, sad and pleasing.

So many sunsets, twilights and open endings.

Drinks that burned the back of my throat,

Cannot even compare with the unshed tears.

For I am loathe to part with them,

Now that they're all I have left of you.

A lifetime is too little time to get over you.

And the reason is simple, I just dont want to.

Hoping that if one day on passing each other by,

You'll find it in your heart to smile once before I die.

It is indeed so hard to die when there's beauty around.

Dark shadows cloud my eyes-what's lost is once again found.

Burn

I am going to burn this town tonight.

Before the moon is high over yonder.

In the raging flames I shall find perverse delight.

Those orange flames will show my candour.

The ‘me’ that I’d lost and the one that you broke.

Like a thousand mirrors, they reflect your sins.

A thousand eyes look on the fires I stoke.

Ashes of dreams and rage-the inseparable twins.

And I shall see how you laugh today…

The moon will be red tonight, serenely murderous.

PS: Rage is powerful but very much like a katana, cuts both ways.

Passion

I have been fighting these tears--on the brink tears.

Fighting all the too loud questions and the fears.

It seems to be déjà vu all over for me again.

Just after flushed happiness comes the pain.

I’d said to myself a long ago that I wouldn't do this.

But here I am, betrayed by my latent wishes.

The questions stay bottled up inside.

Pounding my head; relief only when I’ve cried.

All the doubts in my mind are killing me.

What keeps you silent? When I need you to feel me.

Slowly a yawning hole is opening in my soul.

It’s only a matter of time before its shows in my eyes.

I hope you know what you want, no mistake.

Its only love that lasts, the passion pales in its wake.

When you’ve made up your mind, knock on my door.

But the door closes behind you, so you gotta be sure.

If it isn’t love, I won’t hold you to anything

But beyond this point, there is no going back.

Jaded Naivety

I got so tired of these damned clichés in my poem,

So thought of getting rid of every one of ‘em

What are rules made for, if not to be broken?

What is a heart made for, if not pieced apiece?

So I say: ‘what the hell, grab the moment and run free’.

There are things like deadlines, priorities and commitment.

And then there are things like strawberry wafers, things pleasant.

What are rules made for, if not to be broken?

What is a heart made for, if not pieced apiece?

I’m done with the ‘what if’s and the ‘why not’s.

So something’s gonna hurt. But you still do it anyway.

Coz it’s forming a part of now, tomorrow’s memory’s cachet.

What are rules made for, if not to be broken?

What is a heart made for, if not pieced apiece?

Giving free run to my imagination, the string-less kite.

And he made it so that we couldn’t even be friends.

And she’s become a candle that burns both its ends.

What are rules made for, if not to be broken?

What is a heart made for, if not pieced apiece?

So I am letting go of both, hope it gives them hell.

Not that I hate, not that I love; its just that I don’t care.

It had in actuality become too much of a burden to bear.

What are rules made for, if not to be broken?

What is a heart made for, if not pieced apiece?

Something’s remain unbroken, unfortunately perhaps.

Like hope for a new beginning, thinking things will be better.

Knowing most probably they won’t—tomorrow is today’s daughter.

What are rules made for, if not to be broken?

What is a heart made for, if not pieced apiece?

What is life if not spent on foolish naivety?