The FireFly

Reading the poem written for you,
and that touched your soul,
makes you feel like a firefly
Spreading sparkle everywhere,
with a desire to unleash light
in the dark ashen night.

And warmth in the heart,
that this light twinkles
like the star-lit night,
endures warmth and strength
in my heart.

Confessions

If I couldn’t be what I want to be,
for all the wasted years of my life.

In the tryst to find compassion,
lost my pride,
lost my soul.

Can't call myself stronger,
because I followed the wrong path.

ventured into the dungeons,
where a firm step is non-existent.
The marshy surface submerges
and relieves my restraint self.

My mind is that of a man,
the strive to do everything.
Losing my mind,
enclosed in a shell now.

Unbreakable.
Effervescent once it was.
pain and despair were
non-existent.

I lived for myself,
careless to the world outside.

But look at what I have become?
I lie.
I cry.
I share with everyone but myself.
I live in the guilt of my past.
And in the anticipation for what future holds.

Of all the sins,
from the past and the present.

Of the loathe from all the broken hearts
and betrayals.

I vouched
never to attract pathos,
ready to make myself a sinner,
in the eyes of the beholder

I severed my soul again,
and then lost it again.

Strolling aimlessly
midst the lonesome streets
of my own creation.

All attempts to refurbish
the image that I once had,
futile.

I have become
what I never imagined myself to be.

I am a void.
A principled person to
an ignominy.

Thought my dreams could fly without wings.
Could flow like blood without veins.

The eyes those were wild with fire,
look doused.

Ashes of despair
leaving me distraught.

If I could end this life
with less pain,
I couldn’t be more blessed
But if I die,
I would donate my eyes
and my heart.

Because the picture of my loved ones
live in them.
The purest of the heart that still loves
needs a toughest of the mind.

A mind that could be practical,
and not waste its time
in thoughts reminiscent of the past.

A mind that wasted more beats than the heart
thinking and beholding the future
which lay ahead.

Deep in the Ganges

Had inhibitions about sanctity.

Religion belonged to the unknown.

The Ganga flows oblivious to its surrounding.
The enraged Ganga
The placid Ganga
Garnering the good ,the bad,
the Morbid,the infant,
the crowd,
the corrupt,
the poor,
the rich.

A mass of people surround Ganga.

I could have drowned in my thoughts that day,
when I slipped and then stabled my feet
on its pavement.

I curled my hands,
filled them with water
of ashes and the dust
of deep filled purity from the past.

Hopes for the future,
of droplets from wetted eyes,
from happiness and despair.

I soaked my feet.
Muddy layers made patterns.

Idly thinking about nothing and everything
Sharing my intellections,
opening my pores,
Releasing pain,anger, frustration.

I felt defenseless,
a mortal.

Prevalence

Decipher my thoughts
which penetrate the mind.

Coagulate the even flow,
curb the feeling.

Strange times make you strong,
but I don't want to struggle
till I survive.


I am the doer,
the benefactor.

I don't need a reason,
I don't worry about the end,
I don't believe in destiny.

I'm the seeker
of zen,yen,
of pleasures immaterial.

Wish I could be a disembodiment,
constitute free spirit,
full of zest.

Wish I could be fragile,
to blow with the wind
and the breeze.

Wish I could be the cloud that cushions the moon,
and the night with stars in my eyes,
so close to me,
so divine.

To live like the queen bee,
with sweetness around me.

All the flowers that smile
and all the fragrance that surrounds me.