EXPECTATIONS

A thought overdrive
an emotional frenzy
of broken promises
but there was love, right
and love never hurts
nothing to lose, only to gain
then what causes the searing pain?

Oh! The unexpected realm reared it's ugly head
only yourself to be blamed
after all with your silly expectations
was this monster continuously fed.

The source of your trepidation
isn't somewhere else but within
relationships would breathe easy
but sadly, this limitation
they do choke
under the crippling weight of expectations.
 

MOTHER’s EMBRACE

From an obedient child
to a nagging youth
the rigours of time played it's part
her love only grew with time
ourightly sublime.

How she gets to know of my pain
merely by talking on phone
something that's still beyond me
in the midst of all the storm
her lap continues the most comfortable place to be.

Her frail body needs to slowdown
but she just won't budge
working round the clock
by her age you can't judge.

Gentle and kind
yet fierce when the need be
she's one strong resolute woman
grateful to be her son.

Her ubiquitous presence in my life
heals all my wounds
blessed by her divine grace
the magic of mother's embrace.

THE LOVE GIRL

A hopeless romantic with nothing but hope
what else would she rather be?
the perennial quest to find love
has brought her so far
no turning back now
love - the antidote for all her pain
the elixir of life
she's got nothing to lose
and everything to gain.

Stretching her limits everyday
a yoga girl as they say
the ultimate union of body and mind
is what she seeks and find.

Gullible in the matters of love
yearning for her soulmate
the wait never dissuades her
the longing grows exponentially
shower love upon her
and she'll be yours eternally.

LETTING GO

Love ever so pure
a feeling so surreal
'twas supposed to withstand the test of time,
after all, I was hers
and she was mine.

What was meant to be forever
turned out to be a fairytale,
couldn't ride the surf of love
although my boat had set sail.

The sweetness while it lasted
still gives me an aftertaste,
her presence was infectious
for me, she was precious.

From present to what's now past
it all happened so fast,
confusion reigned supreme
it all seems an illusionary dream.

Characters changed overnight
trust died a natural death,
out of sight
with each passing breath.

Irony of ironies,
love's there to heal
but here it was the source of pain,
learnt to live with it
without going insane.

Enough burning in the flames of love
time to extinguish it now,
holding onto it
never brought solace,
letting go however,
the only saving grace.

NOSTALGIA

The past memories
some bitter some sweet,
rekindling the fire
a feeling that can't be beat.

Evoking an array of extreme emotions
of love and hate,
a wistful smile across the face
being ever so great.

What seemed surreal back then
makes perfect sense now,
can't help but think of it
even the heart does allow.

The hysteria around it
the frenzy and all the craze,
a world of it's own
Nostalgia never ceases to amaze.

LUST

A strong desire
thought process on fire
unable to accept anything less
makes life a mess

Of power and sex
many a land annexed
lust knows no stopping
even promotes groping

Stooping to new lows
painful than the bodily blows
intoxicating the soul
falling into a big hole

The poison of lust
kills for sure
yet people consume it
mistaking it for love
the only thing that's pure

Lust comes in with ease
entices while it lasts
nothing short of a disease
get rid of it fast

‘NAVARATRI’ – NINE NIGHTS AREN’T ENOUGH

Nine forms of Goddess Durga

‘Nava’ means nine and ‘Ratri’ means night. Navaratri is an Indian festival that spans nine nights and each of the nine forms of Goddess Durga is celebrated over the course of these nine days. During this period the femininity is respected and worshipped. But as hypocrite as it can get, the actions and beliefs of the same society do not do justice to what is practiced during Navaratri. It’s time we uphold the spirit throughout the year and for the rest of our lives showering love and respect towards women. Following is a poem depicting the same.

Durga's divinity
a celebration of femininity
nine heavenly nights
of deep obeisance
what happens rest of the year?
typical hypocrisy at play
the same old nuisance
where women are left to their plight

Love her for who she is
a mother who nurtures
birthed from her womb
yet abusing her
her spirit you entomb

Your kin or not
respecting her is the only way
she has to have a say
love her and she'll make you bloom
hating her will bring in gloom

She deserves a lifetime of worship
nine nights aren't enough
no more looking down on her
her place is way above

Don't rub her the wrong way
high time you realize this
she can be fiercely feisty
this even makes the demons fear her
who do you think you are?
there's no one stronger than a resolute woman
embrace the spirit of 'Navaratri' for life
and put an end to all the suffering and strife.

Where’d the love go?

Romantic delusions
fairy-tale illusions
now in seclusion
heartfelt effusions
something's amiss
more than just the kiss

Of broken promises
my soulful verses
but she always loved prose
in her love, I rose

Nothing really went wrong
she affirmed it's a bond that's lifelong
it all transpired overnight
something out of my sight

Once upon a time magic happened
but now the passion seems dampened
it wasn't so long ago
babe where'd the love go?

WORDS

Abstruse yet intrusive
no use yet obtrusive
sometimes abusive
other times elusive
unlike anything heard
such is the magic of words

When humble and not snooty
they enthrall with their beauty
words can hurt
words can heal
they are the real deal

Bitter one moment
sweet the other
for a fine exponent
there's no opponent

From depression to motivation
heartfelt expression and frustration
words cater to all needs
of different cultures and creeds


Some words inspire
some conspire
some evoke love
some invoke hate
from the vast assortment of words
which all you shall use?
choose your words wisely
for they lead to glory
but when used wrongly
they can spread gory

ANGER

I'm the almighty
undeniably flighty
thrive in the moment
calmness my fierce opponent

Ruin where i manifest
as I creep in like a pest
put patience to test
not letting anyone rest

Darkness my dear friend
stays with me till the very end
compulsive by nature
I practice usurpature

Burning everything down
relationships I drown
master at hurting
if someone keeps flirting

Expert in inflicting pain
without any gain
steal people's happiness
gift them the sadness

Addictive by taste
I set in with haste
when regularly consumed
you are forever doomed

A tyrant in disguise
I live life king size
powerful with every moment I live
although misery is all I can give

As deadly as a serpent's kiss
rob you of all the bliss
love being my antidote
that chokes my throat
and keeps you afloat.

INACCESSIBILITY

Yearning beyond yearn
a heart that burns
a feeling unlike none
shining like the sun

Can't help but wait
for the moment ever so great
hoping it won't be too late
before we passionately mate

Thought triggers a wave
for talking it craves
breaking free from the mind's cave
to ask her out would be brave

No acquaintance as of now
question of acceptance - how?
would her heart allow?
in case yes, it would be - wow

Merely a figment of imagination?
will it end up in indignation?
a need for validation
a case of fascination

Inaccessibility - you are hated
for how you manage to keep her gated
Oh Inaccessibility can't you see we are related
your death will make me elated.

A MERMAID’s TALE

She's a dreamer through the day
a poet by the night
much to everyone's delight
wins you by her smile

Scarred by her flaws
but not marred by them
she's perfectly imperfect
falling for her has a beautiful after-effect

Deeply hurt from inside
whenever she chides
for she wants to love
and be remembered as dove

She paints her emotions in grey
is an artist as they say
wows you through her works
a creative genius
in darkness she lurks

She's a mermaid
in the turbulent seas
kind yet fierce
love her or hate her
all at your own peril
for she's a mystery waiting to be solved
through heartbreaks she's evolved

The more you think of her
the more she drowns you
something about her tells me
she yearns to swim along
by design she's intricate
waiting for the one with whom she can be intimate.