A different world

The melody of the falling rain
Its chatter and its pitter patter
And its soft murmur with the verdant surrounding
Drowns out all that we see
Closes the windows to the world around
Yet opens our eyes to a new world
Which our memory constructs with a free reign

The rains let up, a hush follows
And oh so soft a silence befalls our ears
A bliss one experiences
Like the just satiated weary Saharan nomad

The drops of water clinging to the rails
Shaking and trembling and about to relent
To the ever so immutable laws of gravity
So does our imaginary world dissolve away
As the sky clears up and the sun shines through

But it leaves behind impressions
Deep and indelible
Like footprints on wet soil
And acts as a balm to my soul
Replenishing all that’s expended
In the wear and tear of the daily grind

Life. A bird’s eye view

The higher you want to climb
The more you miss whats behind
The man in the elevated position
With misty eyes looks upon the city
And the envious city stares back
Turning its back in mad fury
Only to let time play its cruel trick
And make it yearn for all it would leave behind.


A cycle is it all that it is
A mere extended version of what we studied
About the restless atoms and their bouncing back and forth
A quest for meaningless existence
Pleasure to be derived from the motion
And reason there be none at all.


O life and its miserable ways
To squeeze the life out of him
That departs on an honest search
Only to bedeck the misguided sails
With luxuriant fulfilling mirages

The time flies by

Like a river it flows
Rapidly overt the joyous experiences
When life offers no hindrances
And even our ill conceived schemes fall in place
When around every corner we encounter serendipity
Those moments of ecstasy
Those feelings of exhilaration
Melt away so quickly into the disappearing horizon
Yet slothful; it becomes- almost to a stand still
When the days are painful and the hours so long
As it labours over the rocks, boulders and thorns
And slinkingly forces itself by the dregs and shallows of human doing
Yet flow it must as inexorably as the world must go round
And the time flows by by and bye

The buoy

Astray she slides away
Away from the familiar coastline
And into the welcoming arms
Of the distant blue horizon

The currents of insults, injuries and slights
Having weakened the anchors of her world
Goes she to the unbounded unknown
In search of new pains

With slow heaving motion
And her back towards her ties
She begins her lonely search
For new bountiful shores

Resolved though she is
To wither away in obscurity
But never to tread those waters
That she's leaving behind in her wake