Poster Austerity

An audience in the confluence
Of the intellectual sanits;
I was humbled at their sight,
And elated to be its part.
Intellect seemed tantamount to
the the penultimate entity, beyond matter.
Witness was I, to the display of power,
Given by knowledge and wisdom.
For me, ‘Simple living, high thinking’ was by- rote- learned moral
It was for them, as I saw, a life governing model.
Inspired by them, I thus felt –
‘Thy simplicity shall, from hence govern moi life’
And reduce all the unwanted strife.

The Sun was new again
And life had become yet again mundane.
Showing my face, covered by a mask
Of austerity I had pledged last dusk,
I was sauntering around and lo behold!
My money was stolen, so was I told.
Hedonist in me took over the newly acquired trait,
feeling of loss crept deep down in my mind.
It seemed like providence had planned a ruse
And I failed yet again, to take the cues.
I felt an awakening in me – It was again an illusion,
my mask of austerity was peeled by Him, and
declared my assumed trait as a poster austerity.

On Marriage

In this communion of youth and beauty,
you both should now make a treaty,
that you shall let the joy double
and try to divide the trouble.

May your bride be your pride
on which you shall forever ride;
for you are a lucky groom
whose life has now started to bloom.

Let the characters remain distinctive,
even make it mutually exclusive
But may your living space be conducive
for your near and dear to feel inclusive.

Marriage is not just a wedlock;
But I tell you, it's a deadlock -
mutually locked until death.
So my Ami, live your life in every breath.

(Dedicated to Gaurav Bhargava, wishing for his successful marriage)

Bon Voyage

I felt unprepared and unset,
Was not ready to board yet.
My luggage was jammed
And my itinerary unplanned.

But the minute met the hour,
And triggered the bell crank lever.
I was left with no other choice
But to forget all and just rejoice.

With this resolve, I now started
Never to know that I had also parted.
The crankshaft bawled and yelled
Never to be sympathized by young or old.

Seated on the window sided berth,
For the pleasant scenery, there was no dearth.
As my eyes drank the beauty of the sight
My mind walked its own path, in its own right.

When the trees, as I saw, raced behind
My cassette of past started to rewind
Each tree which seemed far, came close and again went afar
Retracing the path of every event in my life so far.

The tree I closely observed from the moment of its sight
Gave me maximum agony when it went out of sight;
Like any event of my life, whose agony of detachment
Was proportional to my intensity of attachment.

As this thought ran over my mind, I just popped my head
out, and saw the train surging ahead.
We were going forward, towards the destination
With the cranks still rotating, with visible obstination.

When I looked forward, I was filled with joy
And when I turned back to look behind, my soul did cry.
I learnt a lesson from this journey that I can always rejoice
While it was just a matter of my own choice

The whistle blew again and the train jerked with an outcry so shrill
The movement had ceased and all were still,
I walked the aisle and stepped down the train, to see nobody;
Only to realize, it was just a self parody.

My Sleep

Sliding from the conscious to unconscious,
From the world of reality, to that of fantasy;
I love this journey and more so the destination
For, there I dare, to be what I want, not what I am.

The rhythm of my breath and poise of my body,
Resonates with the undercurrent, common to everybody.
Serene and tranquility, marked my face
Which otherwise has detestable grimace.

Rejuvenating the jaded body and fatigued mind,
This deep slumber gives a much wanted solace.
Emancipated from the clutches of duty,
The soul soars high, in the hope-filled sky.

In the world of angels and fairies,
Walking on the ego-ridden landscape,
Where there is no room for despair and gloom,
My intrepid mind explodes with cheer and merry.

Thanks to God, for bestowing such a cure
Which heals all ills, still so sweet and wanting.
Gazing at the sky, I wait for the dark night
To drift into a world, that is gay and bright.

Literary redemption

A winged horse tied by rope, so felt my soul
Cloudy skies and misty wind, hazy it is all around !
Battered soul bawled like a deprived kid
waffling for long , seemed like an eternity.

Dogma of the elite, victimized me
for the delinquent piece I dared to present
Knowing too well of the possible resent.
Truth being, my desperateness is the real culprit.

My intellect, despite feeling ashamed; consoled my lamenting soul
'Thou shan't bother about other's opinion, errors are part of thy nature'.
The storm in my soul seemed quite relieved. Thou sorted the imbroglio which had stormed my mind and soul
O creator-of-the-soul, how perfect is your creation ! Problem manifests as a solution.

Genesis of any crisis, I feel, is our ego;
which we never let go.
Trait of this ubiquitous ego, is its vulnerability to the power of time.
I strongly feel that time is the panacea for all melee.

Albeit the notion that my literary child was the cause of the predicament
I now realise that it was just a mirror in front of my trait.
All it did was to reflect the incidence.
Thus I submit to strive to be a bard, till the providence gives his accord.

With this new resolve I now took, my petrified mind now saw peace.
The lamp of my soul shone bright with hope
Tears swelled and dampened my cheeks,
when I felt if this is a literary redemption

My Ami

In my life of peregrination,
I was drifting away, knowing not my destination
In the darkness of my ignorance,
Your friendship became a fluorescence

When I was sinking in the shoreless sea of despair
You came as a boat to revive my last flickering hope.
Supplementing my life, you brought in such a harmony,
Our lives became a libretto filled with symphony.

Reflecting my lacunae without any prejudice,
you were a mirror without malice.
Sharing sorrow and joy in equal measure
you created a bond without any fissure

Moments of joy we shared so often
lay in my mind, every bit frozen
Every time I invoke those memories
my crescent smile shows my ivories.

The only thought that I now fear
Is a life without you dear
You have filled a void which I was not even aware
until you bestowed your soul which was so bare

I bow to thee and pray in earnest
to bless me with you as my friend very dearest.
May the aura of your presence
make my life filled with iridescence.

Confused State

Like a cargo ship in the middle of a shoreless sea;
my aimless mind wandered around,
amidst a hubbub created by my own fellow denizens.
Tolerance was a virtue, so was i taught
Never did they know it would someday leave me distraught.
My mind thus knelt, pleading for inner peace

A land of wisdom and courage, ruled by the brave
and benevolent; a place where modesty is honored
and avarice is censured; where trees and bees get the
same respect as the kings and courtiers.
Such kingdom is the one that'll prosper, taught the old and wise,
only didn't they live to see the world go otherwise.

With such an utopia in my mind, I peeped out into the world;
only to be greeted by mockery, contempt and scorn.
In the skirmish of ideas and principles, my mind has lost
its ability to sift. Whom should I now blame?
My teachers who taught what they felt is good?
or the society which has lead the world astray?

Being born in the land of the wisest,
Feeling indignant, I thus posed 'is it wrong to live at their behest ?'
Yes, it is ! said my fellow brethren,
whose kind I found, in hemispheres northern and southern.
Confusion ruling the current state of mind,
I realized time is the only machine which can unwind.