De Ja Vu

its been a long time
since i saw you last
i remember clearly even though
a lot of water has flown past
that proverbial bridge
perhaps maybe
a little too fast.

'cappucino' you say
like old times and i can't help but smile
thinking how
you haven't changed
even a trifle
in all this time.

it pleases me more to see
you still like talking
as much as you used to
blabbering on about
everything you have done
and everything anyone is upto.

i rummage my pocket
looking for my packet of cigarrettes
and you give me that disapproving look
that i imagined you'd forgotten
maybe i would have cared
for it before
but i don't anymore.

its a good hour before
you finish your coffee
mine is still untouched
and you tell me how
i still apparently don't talk much.

i finally open my mouth
to ask you the only thing i have ever wanted to
'will we meet again?'
you didn't have an answer
all those years ago,
the color on your cheeks
suggests you still don't.

i light the last one i have
as the inevitability of fate
finally dawns on you
the smoke swirls in fantastic arcs
around my head
you are already at the door.

i catch your feeble 'goodbye'
and i realise
that we really don't have
much to talk about.
you know it better
than i do myself
we will meet again
this maybe goodbye for now,
but its just goodbye till then.

hindsight

how long will i bend this moment
making it last longer than it can,
i already know that its slipping away,
i keep forgetting how it all began.
this will be the end,
nothing more that i want said,
everything i feel now
i know will eventually fade.
but those who don't want to
will still not understand.
what is meant to be will be,
and what is not,won't.
i tried fighting fate,
memories i tried to vallate,
the hope that sustained,
is running thin,satiated.
there's only so much that can be done,
enough of this shadow now,
i want the sun.
there shall be no more regret,
knowing someday i shall be glad,
letting go of what i dreamed of having,
but never had...

An ode to a dream

memories come to me,
like clouds in this evening sky,
the color of hope,
paints my dreams.
standing on the edge,
the edge of existence,
hoping to fly.
but not knowing how to.
21 years to learn,
may have been too few.
i feel the warm draft rising.
enticing me to spread my wings and test my steel
telling me to ride the wind.
the horizon stretches out before me
wide,open,inviting.
a moment's hesitation holds me,
but i look up and i see you,
soaring high,
with the setting sun in your eyes
and i know that's where i want to be,
amongst those clouds,
with the wind in my hair,
flying with you.
the fabled leap of faith,
outstretched wings of determination,
stuttering and weak in the beginning.
but you spur me on.
before the sun is set,
the dying sunbeams kiss me,
and in the twilight sky i am flying,
flying into the endless azure,
with the world and everything in it
to share with you.




P.S-inspired by and dedicated to a wonderful person..

high

perched atop the roof of the city,
watching lights turn dusk into day,
i felt like an eagle on a crag,
eying with apathy
the endless river of humanity.
in the dying twilight,
loneliness,was never more meaningful,
identity,never more clearer.
i spread my wings for one last time
and i soared...
the ground seemed to get farther away,
the endless sky,that much closer.






p.s-my tribute to the city of joy,for giving me an identity..

rain

I fell from the heavens
A drop of monsoon rain
Rushing past clouds
That hung low in the sky
I should have gone the way
Like millions before
A mundane drop of rain
To be lost in oblivion
But nay,
There was a flash of lightning
And the flutter of your ebony hair
Was the last thing
I remember seeing
The rage of the rain god I was
Destined for parched paddy fields
Or the water
Of some winding creek
But I came to rest
On your face o' fair maiden
And I trickled down your cheek...