When You Were There…

When you were there
There was everything out here
There was that leitmotiv smile
That spread over distances
As you passed by me.
There was that adept shoulder
That regenerated zonked energies
As you burdened it for me.
There was that daring altruist
Who mused for this impetuous loco
As you dared it for me.
There was that confident chum
Which gave all the liberties
As you did it for me.

There was that deep lauded love
That envied one and all
As you shared it with me
There was that best pillar
Who was just so unique
As you were for me
But, when you are not there,
Am finally left nowhere
There is no smile, energy or confidence
There’s no such lively freshness
There's only this future so hapless
Why have you reneged your cogent words
That you would stand by in even  & odds??                     

            

They Say I Have Changed...

They say I have changed,
No, I don’t believe them.
“The element of change
is crucial to the art of living.”
What if I have changed?
And what if I haven’t?
Unchanged life is also a change!
If change in attitudes, so have I.
Thoughts are positively disastrous, if they are.
Luck turns massive, ah really?
Words coined together,
to pun at commas.
Mouths shut when business is gained,
Frustration says,”never mind, luck still prevails”.
Life is long, days are short.
Earn your seconds outta every moment,
Love life and live for yourself.
No, selfishness is not the change, if it is.
Matter and man don’t tug your philosophies,
It’s the blood of your soul that rushes out
When you pen down…
Daring life, shooting dangers…
No, no…
It never makes a change, if it is.

Deceptive souls, avoided at last,
Distanced and observed, read and experimented,
Faced and triumphed.
The strategy doesn’t claim a change, if it is.
Arrogance and diplomacy,
Formal and cold
Attitude patterns remark refinement
They don’t mean a change, if it is.
Dreams and ambitions
Hopes and thoughts,
Views of a blast, focus on future…
Desires of fame!
Nation and family, whichever comes first,
The decision doesn’t conclude a change, if it is.
Nostalgia and boredom,
Soiled forever.
Uncovered? no, never!
Always a step ahead, with growing life,
to guide myself to practical themes.
So, what’s a change?
Fashions change, designs change,
Currencies change, times change,
Choices change, decisions change,
Motives change, humans change…
And I…I just followed!
Then who has changed?
Not me of course…
They still say I have changed,
No, I don’t believe them!

A Sin Named Injustice...

There is everything out here,
except something that I miss
some agony from within, I cant bear,
the remnant of my mind is at bliss
but the sole element,in ire!

That very little one,
which always remained so jolly,
whats up? I don't get it...
Why does it behave so stiffly?
It took a lot to realise every bit
that someone has been treated unjustly.
It is that scintilla of truth
that my character revolves around, 
this excites the lurking loathe
for any injustice whose reason is not found.
there should be nothing biased,
everything should be fair and bound.
The sin hence committed shall never be redeemed,
the puny one shall remain so forever,
personifying my lucid temperament,as it seemed
Agitation! As injustice is done to my vigor. 
[JUNE 2005]

Didn't I Search You?

Didn't I search you,

in every voice that toned you?

Didnt I search you,
in every walk that copied you?
Didnt I search you,
in every action that showed you?
Didnt I search you,
in every warmth that felt you?
Didnt I search you,
in every odour that smelt you?
Yes, I did search you,
in every clue that hinted you,
I did search you,
everytime I remembered you,
I did search you,
all the time I needed you.
I did search you,
in every heart that loved you.
But...I could never find you,
as above me is the space of infinity,
through which I cant even trace you.
[NOV 2005]

Writes An Escapist...

Always chose the easy path,
hoping an easy life out of that.
Always chose a fragile wrath,
hoping no harm out of the act.
Always chose the stronger side,
hoping to triumph all the games.
Always chose someone to guide,
hoping to transfer all the blames.
Always chose the protected backyards,
hoping not to be perceived.
Always chose the king of the cards,
hoping the reality is not conceived.
Always chose the escaping mode,
hoping to have all aids and cures.
Always chose to betray the load,
But never knew, i am one of the failures...
[APRIL-2005]