DREAMS

Birthed in the subconscious 
inexplicable at times,
traumatic as well as pleasant
the ever-present.

The weirdest mysteries
to the feel good ones,
uncontrollably sneaking in
some of the future
some from the past
dreams never cease to amaze
while they last.

Portents of good or evil
no decoding the dreams,
what ought to happen
shall happen
that's the way it's always been.

JOYOUS AFFAIR

The vagaries of life
never ceasing to amaze,
sorrow one moment, joy the other
roller coaster delusional haze.

What comes our way
isn't entirely our making,
what we make of it
certainly is,
not to be retrograde
be joyful instead
it' time to upgrade.

Smile and laughter- the elixir of life
perpetually happy the way to be,
just be fully aware
life's meant to be a joyous affair.


PROCRASTINATION

Working out the pros and cons
putting life on hold,
something that's ought to be done
can't be left undone.

The fear of what's going to happen
robs us of the wonderful possibilities,
the negativity it gives birth to
not in tune with the best of our abilities.

By the time realization kicks in
it's often too late,
sunset's an everyday phenomenon
time passes by
it just won't wait.

Say it, do it
whatever you've been holding onto,
unshackle yourself of all the doubt,
put an end to procrastination
for life's meant to flow
this being the essence of creation

TOMORROW

A day still unborn
yet casting shadows of uncertainty,
of endless possibilities dying a premature death
only to be left forlorn.

Looming large in psyche
making one vexed,
promises to be kept
that never see light of the day,
ultimately axed.

What could have, would have, should have
goes up in flames,
the fear of what's about to unfold
is the mind's one of many cruel games.

There's a lot to savour in this brief life
make the most of every moment,
don't be so obsessed with TOMORROW
for it's the source of deep sorrow.

LET THERE BE LIGHT

Eclipsed by the shadows of ego
drunk on self-conceit
the hardwired beliefs
some fallible, others concrete.

Man and his greed
all the vices in between
soul-crushed
spirit-exhausted
willingly unkeen.

Lying in the dungeons of darkness
only to rot in misery
from unawares to awareness
unconscious to consciousness
certainly an inner thing
illuminate the life from within
let there be light
and soar to greater heights.

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.

ADDICTION

No half measures
I like to go at full throttle,
inebriating the body, mind and spirit
emptying many a bottle.

Setting in with ease
friendly from the outset,
gripping the life as time goes by
biggest foe one ever met.

Immersed deeply in my trap
a vicious circle to come out from,
as enticing as it could be
left to hopelessly roam.

I burn down houses
reduce them to ashes,
spreading misery along the way
leading to household clashes.

Luring into my pit
intoxicating the soul,
not easy to escape from my clutches
as i sink you down a deep hole.

Foray into my world
at your own peril,
for you shall never be the same again
I'm that evil.


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

GREED

Man and his greed
prevalent in different cultures and creeds
supposedly for the riches
such an irony it is
makes one poorer
tested and failed through times
yet it lures
and sucks right in
of unkept promises
known for it's betrayals
still enjoys a huge fan base
seemingly greener pastures
all arid with time
greed takes you places
manages to change faces
of power and wealth
not good for health
a sinister vice
engulfs the soul
mirrors the character
the seed of greed reaps misery
Oh man-look what greed has done to you
sold your spirit for the want of more
don't let it make you bleed
content is the man bereft of greed

‘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?