A Dream

The road seems long

With clouds of dust around

I thirst for haven

But to this place I am bound

My heart wants to sing

But the words are all lost

Voices of distant times

Seem blurred in the frost

I run and run and run

But get lost in the fog

With no one ‘round to help

I finally start to slog

I turn all around

To find people, I knew

But the fog gets deeper

And things get askew

In the white frosty blanket

I thought of promises made

Made to be broken

In this thick, dull glade

I looked up for the last time

And tears flooded my eyes

The sight of people leaving me alone

Revealed all their true lies

C’est La Vie

I stand as a silent spectator and observe the ever-changing dynamics around.

Circumstances and people, both, can change at a pace faster than you can sometimes keep up to.

New faces replace the old ones, ditto with relationships.

A faint memory still tries to keep alive the blissful moments, in times of desperate redresses.

The definitions of friendships are re-written and the endearments no longer stand for affection.

Awkwardness looms large in the company of same people with whom you might have shared some zillion smiles.

Familiarity has become a breeding ground of discords.

The non-stop flow of words is being superseded with silence.

The once non-calculable distances are now being measured in miles and hours.

No more are there the proximities that secured the strings of fondness and associations of complete strangers.

Forced into oblivion, the heart at times yearns for the same familiar grounds.

A thought overshadows this mindful rambling, that maybe it is good in a way, as it assures that life is not stagnant, but evolving – although on its own terms.


Just like the orange of the leaves

Autumn lingers on……


The soft glow of ember, still has the hints

Of the gashing fire it once was

The cold ash lies damp with the soul of the dying flame

I once created a universe which lies today with hopes

Of resurrecting again like a phoenix

I have the serenity of the zephyr

And the rage of the waters

I am the creator

I am the destroyer, too

I am filled with light

I am also the dark moon

I learn and unlearn

I breach

I repress

I resent

I love

I die again today

So, I may live another day