The Elements

Writing these lines,
I feel fake,
Who will anyway,
Showcase the darker side,
Except to get sympathy,
Which pushes it to facade.

What you see?
Is upto you
But I write,
Where I belong.

I cant read myself,
Very few can,
But still I try,
To look through the curtains,
Into the skin of imposter,
That I feel has overgrown,
Into the eyes,
To find the real light.

I always find air,
Fresh from the grounds,
Stale with rotten things,
Scented with beauty,
Stinking with grey,
But not always flavoured,
Sometimes in black and white,
Where grayishness mingles in,
And darkens the horizon.

I try to block them out,
I try to shout out,
I try to cut the bluff,
But trying is not enough.

Tears of the blue sky come pelting down,
Someday, I will turn them into smiles,
Someday, I will take flight.

DROPS OF WATER

What water is like?
Is it salty,
Or is it sweet;
Is it blue,
Or is it white.

If you can answer,
Then you know love;
It is tasteless,
Yet it is the sweetest,
It is colourless,
Yet it is most coloured.

Some feel it,
Some taste it,
Yet some imagine it.

Water is same,
Whether of different land,
Country or world,
But still the land,
Render its own aroma.

You love someone,
Can you name it?
Crush, affection or infatuation,
Or some go for adoration,
But yet water is the same,
Just the aroma differs,
The perception differs,
The colour of light differs.

Lonely Guy

I dont know, what this pain is;
But it hurts where it hurts most,
And bring along the tears.

I didnt knew I was alone,
until i found, all doors closed.
I thought I can bear it along,
But someway, along the way,
This is tearing my heart apart.
I hope somebody, anybody
Be there to care,
About the things I do,
The things I say,
The things I am.
Somebody, I am alone.

I hope you hear what I say,
And someday, someway,
I am there and you too,
To share along the smile,
To somebody, from the lonely guy.

I am alone

There is so much,
Which can hurt.
Why so that the the thing
Which hurts most,
Is no war or no pain;
But a feeling
Which drives me insane.

Plying along the way,
Alone all day,
I try not to care.
But the heart,
My heart, cant see,
cant hear,
What I want to say.

It just keeps on beating,
Keeps on repeating,
The song of lonelyness.
When somebody is alone,
Waiting for somebody all along.

The shadow of satire

Its an old work of mine nd Its 1 of my favorites...
The shadow of satire
I saw the train coming,
Snow thick on the engine,
And blizzards blowing through it,
I saw the train coming.
Shrill was its siren,
Which was my bane,
On the track lying,
I saw the train coming.
I heard the steel,
I heard the brake,
I heard my own cry,
Then all went black.
I saw no train coming,
I saw no more. . . . .

22 October 05