Realizations and Limits.

Not everyday do you realize
that each ounce of discomfort
would pile up,
to form
a peak
so tall,
that, when it falls,
it actually just
inverts itself,
and a peak becomes
a trench.

The depth
is dark,
the depth
is deep.
It's a lonely place
in that pit,
only a dot of light
may or may not
be seen.





Why then,
even when
we know,
how deep
the darkness goes,
how empty,
the loneliness
envelopes the soul:

Why then,
not everyday do we realize,
that each ounce of that discomfort
makes a peak,
and the peak makes
a trench,
and a void,
full of a cacophony of silence
fills up the heart,
crushes the mind?

Tonight

The night tonight

Will stay forever.

The dark will not end

The lights will be enveloped.

Cries tonight

Will drown forever.

The screams will remain

The echoing  vestiges of pain.

Perhaps when you

Lose your way

A flame might just

Reignite.

Perhaps when you

Decide to stay

The nights might just

Hope for light.

But tonight, my dear,

The stars refuse

To twinkle with

The love that had been.

Tonight, my dear,

The clouds gather

A storm, as silent

As the turbulent sea.

Tonight, I weep

The days away.

Tonight, I wait.

Tonight, I long.

Melody and Candies

Light rains turning heavy,

Dew drops turning into bubbles,

The wisps of condensed moisture,

Are stacks of cotton balls!

And when you come along,

Imaginations seem reality,

The monsoon brings snow-flakes

And there are Dream-falls!

Pitter-patter comes down the life,

And I absorb each drop.

How beautiful when the sun shines,

And the ponds hold singing frogs!

A tip here, a tap there.

I compose a rhyme.

Even the sourest and the most bitter,

Taste like sweet-lime!

A puddle here, a paper-boat there,

We weave the sky into a blue-shawl.

In the warmth of nature and the frozen dreams,

In smiles and tears, plays the melody of life's song!

In Search, In Vain.

There are the stars in a cluster,
Wild flowers in the wild forest.
There are the leaves, hyper-sensitive,
And, there are those who never understand.

There are so many of the coffee beans in each cup,
Ground first, then brewed.
There is such a rich aroma around them,
And, there are those who never understand.

There are millions of shades and a multitude of colours,
Soothing to the eyes, and infuriating to the mind.
There are thousands of shapes, symmetrical or not,
And, there are those who never understand.

There is so much to see, so much to give.
There is beauty to behold, love to be sowed.

And, there are those,
Who never understand.