Tuesday, November 15, 2011

never came tomorrow...

its your birthday, i couldn't forget
after you parted but you haven't really left
you did leave an emptiness,however filled with sorrow
a day ended for a better hope but never came tomorrow....

remembering you, here sitting in the pale
tears to wash that headstone shale
you know i come here everyday,bring your favourite chocolate
so many things to talk about,so many memoirs to share everyday

i keep that grass green around your grave
i know how you like to keep your place
lillies,marigold ,roses and carnations
i plant those flowers in your bouquet

this whole valley is colored in your hue
i stretched this grass cover for you
its my heart that is your warm bed
blue is the sky ,because i am feeling blue....

i wait for you,if you aren't at home
i'll leave when you'll be back,for you like it alone
i walk bare feet to remove the thorns,
embed them in my soul,for you shouldn't know
making it smooth under your feet,
for you may take a stroll to pastures unknown..

leaving my scent may make you feel bad
so i bring over these flowers instead
i don't want you to know i was here
so i don't leave my name on the greeting note

"You may find it little later or wilted...
but remember the memories are afresh till this day,
carnations here are the moments intertwined,
lonely years make, this cascading bouquet"...

Prompt: wrote the last stanza as a birthday note on a friends greeting card...and then thought of writing something sad and heart breaking...hence the write..
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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

the meeting room...

       its a large space,with overhead projector
we connect our laptops,to start the blabber

guy on other side,of phone and world
shares some screens,thinking we are "experts"

everyone is listening,discussing in hush tone
me in the corner,looking outside at pouring rain

my manager is a shrewd lady of fake impressions
she is full of pride,oozing out fashion

she chews everyword,before spitting it out
we all see each other's faces..to later,cry it out aloud

everyday i think,why did i do engineering
where everyone sees a bug,i see lack of patience and persevering...

i look at people's faces,every face amazes
some are simply dozing...like me, some are gone cases

sometimes they laugh,at the stupidest joke
it looks like a laughter club,or people high on dope...

i continue looking at the windows,at the dark pouring clouds
i don't have a technical brain,ON/OFF,'0/1' or IN/OUT...

shops across the road,people stand smoking
they swear at their managers,they'll become someday hoping

they pay you big bucks,they make you pay even more
you do the same JOB everyday and go bald , a loser ,a bore

i sit in my cubicle,in seclusion,cutoff from world
putting aside my work, penning my words

Prompt: my workplace sucks......about the meetings in offices, what people really do there...job provides the living and  adds value to the company rather than our life...but again the buck stops here so have to do it like it or not
Image: Google Images...

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

dusk falls over the brooding lake...

so i decide everyday,i won't drink anymore
but as the dusk falls,some instinctive calls

i sit in my balcony overseeing the lake
turbulence all it shows,continuous waves

earlier it used to be my favourite spot
moon and its reflection on water
how every wave would try to wash it away
each wash would make it brighter
shimmering on water...

earlier these coconut and palm trees wave to me
at this very spot,as i sit right in front
waving them back, with a glass in my hand
sipping my best and reading in bed

Now i like sitting on the floor
staring in the dark void of that lake
memories haunt me every moment of night
glistening with ghosts of past, my days....

i broke the glass that day
now i have a bottle in my hand
now i dont read those books,
for this burning cigarette is my friend

my mind and thoughts are occupied
whenever i smile, something inside cries
its very painful,it hurts
i sometimes sleep on with open eyes

my lips and fingers hurt,for they get burnt
by the cigarette
i have some scars on my chest
some from the scraping, by burning, the rest...

i try to get up but i can't ,for i am drunk again
i didn't want to disturb the resting souls
so i switched off my phone some day
its been days since no one came to know

people say time heals everything,
what about bad times, why does it linger on for long..
been years, since eclipse happened.....
the shadow is still there, moon doesn't shine on me

the bats have started coming to this shore
the frogs and crickets have gone mute
everyone wishes to see tomorrow
for me this hope is so moot

Now,there is so much light in the night sky
darkness has descended into the hearts
eye piercing neon road light
has spoiled the fun of brooding in dark...


Prompt: i have this place in my house where it oversees a lake and i have spent a lot of my fun filled and gloomy evenings there.....so this write is a collage of all the intense thoughts that hover around at times....

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