The point to start

Where it will end

Depends on where it begins

Thoughts & beliefs

Faith and misgivings

If they were all so easy

Might have been where it begins

Echoes of past

Revelations unheard

If I knew all I would change

from where it begins

Chasms between mind and gut

That vacillating opinions

If I could sieve it, would have chosen

another point from where it begins

Of all the smiles I choose
the one I smile will be
when my folly hits a thorn
Each day of my life
my road I’ll walk
I’ll be me
I’ll kill the thought
“I hope you like me”

I’ll accompany you
but am not sure of love
though it will make me
your eyes delight
I’ll be me
I’ll kill the thought
“I hope you like me”

In my hopeless state of mind
there resides a man
who speaks on my turn
of letting go of the chains
these manacles called love

There are more, but
he argues with his code of silence
in my hopeless state of mind.

of living by duty and law
when tears undone and love unclaimed

of reason that don’t rhyme
these mind that crosses hearts will

of residues of yesterdays emotion
when time has passed but memory rots

of dreams and plans
when destiny has already laid choices

In my hopeless state of mind

In my hopeless state of mind
there resides a man
who speaks on my turn
of letting go of the chains
these manacles called love.

There are more, but
he argues with his code of silence
in my hopeless state of mind.

how many times should I cry
before she leaves me on my own

how many joys should I gather
before she is defeated by me

how many lies should I live
so I can fake her to disbelief

how many deaths should I die
so she is satiated to leave

I feel so alone even with my grief
I feel so alone even with my grief

A routine predictable, on the run
from the rising to the setting sun,
from happiness to sadness
all in one hue and colour,
no surprises to charm.
It’s all pleasant
except in the backyard
of the heart

The flying kites in all directions
their destiny on the fingertip
the wind fluffs tears them down,
in vain the fingers grip
in agony wait for another day.
It’s not all pleasant
except in the backyard
of the heart

They furtively sighed
each time
my roving eye
catapult it
from
the cages of modesty

Exalting dreams,
drawn through
the skirt
the rhythmic duo
make music supernal.

Loving the admiration
and enduring the lust
the pair unceasing
in conduct
and their raffish heft

I lose my senses
when they throttle
with muscular rein
at the time when each
heel hits the trail.

This fatal attraction
Unrelenting,
clipping wings of austerity
succumbing to dark divinity.
Oh! this abnegation

Wished had not seen
your legs
the ebony legs

Swish
Tik Tok

Swish
Tik Tok

Swishing skirt
and gay walk
Tik Tok
pity my heart please.

Hanging on shoots some to grow tall
Some just for fun like a great Disney ride
or just to win the smile of the young damsel
or imitate Tarzan or feel like Kipling’s Maugli

Time passed as the banyan tree grew
unaware as we got busy with life
In youth we dropped with our loved ones
to share a rose and our parents dislike.

It’s ages since then, the banyan tree
kept growing, unaware that we didn’t care
Un-judgemental; It didn’t bother either
Never bore fruits or flowers to adorn

But kept becoming wide.
So we call it the great dark banyan tree
The Saint who stands through
all seasons, all lies, all truth, all life, all changes